Текст и перевод песни Rabeat - Beat Machine

Beat Machine

Voy como flecha decidido recto firme a mi proposito
Descreto mi sonido rompe timpano mogolico
Y si quieren competir, mas vale tengan aguante
Antes de que evolucione y accione sin sonreir
Y es que, se me hace muy facil
Casi no como ni duermo para hacerte un tema clasico
Loco del verso, un jesus de los ateos, un poeta sin palabra macabra
Lema yo creo en mi, un maniatico en el mic, una accion deliverante del delirio cuando se andan por...?
Y no me vengan a decir de que ustedes son los mutantes
Si no saben de que acotan si se acercan al parlante
Y gil, de mi te pide skill, tenes que hacerte una requiri gata y tocar de mi camino please
Qui-se que esto fuera asi, es que despues de tantos flashes me aventuro en el free
No va la gilada, tiro metiro ta como lo quiero lo hiero en el flow al KO
Sudacatacata fraca frases fracasadas
..., y descontento
Des-conecto tu sound, y por dentro
Rio sombrio y feliz, de notar muriendo y hundiendote en tu matiz
Ey man, vengan todos contra mi
Que hoy comi comite de ritmo y notamos que
Si quieren flow se lo entrego,
Sonido que dira y que perdura de un tan epico ni tengo
Siempre firme me mantengo
Desgarrando mascaras que escaparan solo si yo lo quiero X2
Fin

Beat Machine

I burst like an arrow, straight and resolute, to my intent
My discreet sound breaks eardrums; it's Mongolic
And if you wish to compete, you better endure
Before I evolve and act without smiling
And it is, for me, very easy
I almost don't eat or sleep to make a classic song for you
Insane in verse, a savior of atheists, a poet with no dark word
My motto: I believe in myself, a maniac on the mic, a deliverance from delirium when they are amid...?
And do not come at me saying that you guys are the mutants
If you don't know what you are talking about when you draw near the speaker
And, fool, if you ask for skills from me, you must make yourself a female cat and get out of my way, please
Who-knew that it would be like this? It is that, after so many flashes, I'm venturing into freestyling
The nonsense is useless, I shoot and I hit just as I want, I’ll knock him out cold with the flow
Sudacatacata weak, weak phrases
..., and discontent
I disconnect your sound, and within
I laugh darkly and contentedly to see you dying and sinking into your own hue
Hey man, come at me, all of you
Today I had my fill of rhythm, and we realize that
If you want flow, I’ll give it to you
A sound that will speak of itself and which will endure from one so epic that I don’t even exist
I always remain resolute
Tearing off masks that can only escape when I want them to X2
The End