Текст и перевод песни Rapsusklei - Cuando Iras???

Cuando Iras???

Echa un vistazo atrás.
Tras las protestas detrás veras, plas!
Plástico sucio y grass.
Clásico mi elástico rap tengo class, aun...
Lascivas historias.
Mi flow son puras matemáticas.
Tengo tematicas, practicas, drásticas.
Masticas, clásicas, rimas lunáticas.
Has cruzado la línea y vas.
Directo a la zona donde no podrás jamás.
Hablas más rápido que flash, me dicen notas,
Mi do, re, mi, fa no asimila el tiempo que llevo detrás.
Gastadas zapatillas.
Solamente tengo en mente un poco de has.
A matarratas, supuestas metas, serán patatas.
La puerta de atrás, he roto a patadas, saldrás a gatas.
O acaso no te lo crees.
Seguro que no me duras más de un mes, yes!!!
No han aprobado el test.
Y aquí me ves con tres elepés y un mp3, y mi vida en cd's.
Desde pequeño stress.
Si yo hablase ingles diría "faya" y "bless".
Vivo entre jardines, fanzines, carmines, jazmines.
Soy sacarinas de rimas versátiles.
Fáciles, vaciles, gráciles, a miles,
Hábiles, agiles, frágiles, dátiles,
Fértiles, perfiles, febriles, reptiles,
Mártires de acidez, siempre con calidez.
Como latin girl...
Ten cuidado porque soy como Mazinger.
Me querrás contratar como a Basinger.
Porque mi estilo vive a años luz y explota como el Challenger.

A tu alma dime cuando iras?
Hey cabronazo dime cuando iras.
Cuando iras? Dime cuando iras?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

A tu alma dime cuando iras?
Hey cabronazo dime cuando iras.
Cuando iras? Dime cuando iras?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

Y se va a complicar tetris.
Ante mis tétricos bics bolis, please!!!
Vengo para achantar las muís.
Y mcs, ya corren cual clítoris, ouuuuuuuu!!
Juegan con la mantis.
Pero en mi religión no hay catequesis.
Hay muchos mcs. Que salen a frees, soltando liriks.
Y mi flow se les folla en un solo bis a bis, plauh!!!
Tengo mi tesis, mi enorme dosis. Mi paréntesis,
Le pongo énfasis, mi materia gris, ya ciega de anís.
Y la amena, vena de hachís.
Y la verdad la escena apenas quema crisis de hits...
Crema de la buena pedís.
La magdalena no la frena ni la puta police.
Histories x, en este país. De guiris y miss,
Mierda megamix . Donde los freaks, lo controlan all this.
Fallos eléctricos.
Crónicos, lumis, narcóticos.
Sintéticos, estéticos, histéricos.
Por meritos . Por bélicos.
Paranoicos, esféricos, cos!!!
El altar del autor de tos.
Ha decaído en nombre de los...
Hombres que también quisieron ser un dios.
Y quisieron alcanzar su luz.
Tales como Aznar o como Blair o Bush.
El obtuso rincón del pus.
Del pus y bwoy mother fuckin juice.
Deberían regalarme un plus.
Porque yo le pongo alma como un blus.
No ha sido un lapsus, que yo soy el Rapsus.
Es mi nuevo style y pincha como un cactus.

A tu alma dime cuando iras?
Hey cabronazo dime cuando iras.
Cuando iras? Dime cuando iras?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

A tu alma dime cuando iras?
Hey cabronazo dime cuando iras.
Cuando iras? Dime cuando iras?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

When Will You Go???

Take a look back.
Behind the protests you'll see, bam!
Dirty plastic and grass.
Classic, my elastic rap has class, still...
Lascivious stories.
My flow is pure mathematics.
I have themes, practices, drastic ones.
Chews, classics, lunatic rhymes.
You've crossed the line and you're going.
Straight to the zone where you'll never be able to.
You talk faster than Flash, they tell me notes,
My do, re, mi, fa doesn't assimilate the time I've been behind.
Worn out sneakers.
I only have a little bit of hash in mind.
To kill rats, supposed goals, will be potatoes.
The back door, I've kicked it open, you'll leave crawling.
Or maybe you don't believe it.
Surely you won't last more than a month with me, yes!!!
They haven't passed the test.
And here I am with three LPs and an mp3, and my life on CDs.
Stress since I was a kid.
If I spoke English I would say "fire" and "bless".
I live among gardens, fanzines, carmines, jasmines.
I am saccharin of versatile rhymes.
Easy, chills, graceful, by the thousands,
Skillful, agile, fragile, dates,
Fertile, profiles, feverish, reptiles,
Martyrs of acidity, always with warmth.
Like a Latin girl...
Be careful because I'm like Mazinger.
You'll want to hire me like Basinger.
Because my style lives light years away and explodes like the Challenger.

To your soul, tell me when will you go?
Hey asshole, tell me when will you go.
When will you go? Tell me when will you go?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

To your soul, tell me when will you go?
Hey asshole, tell me when will you go.
When will you go? Tell me when will you go?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

And Tetris is going to get complicated.
Before my gloomy bic pens, please!!!
I come to silence the pussies.
And MCs, they already run like a clitoris, ouuuuuuuu!!
They play with the mantis.
But in my religion there is no catechism.
There are many MCs. That come out to freestyles, spitting lyrics.
And my flow fucks them in a single encore, plauh!!!
I have my thesis, my enormous dose. My parenthesis,
I put emphasis, my gray matter, already blind from anise.
And the pleasant, vein of hashish.
And the truth is the scene barely burns a crisis of hits...
You ask for good cream.
The magdalena doesn't stop it, not even the fucking police.
Histories X, in this country. Of tourists and misses,
Shit megamix. Where the freaks control all this.
Electrical failures.
Chronic, lumis, narcotics.
Synthetics, aesthetics, hysterics.
For merits. For warlike.
Paranoid, spherical, things!!!
The altar of the author of coughs.
Has fallen in the name of the...
Men who also wanted to be a god.
And they wanted to reach their light.
Such as Aznar or Blair or Bush.
The obtuse corner of pus.
Of pus and bwoy mother fuckin juice.
They should give me a bonus.
Because I put my soul into it like a blues.
It wasn't a slip of the tongue, I'm the Rapsus.
It's my new style and it stings like a cactus.

To your soul, tell me when will you go?
Hey asshole, tell me when will you go.
When will you go? Tell me when will you go?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!

To your soul, tell me when will you go?
Hey asshole, tell me when will you go.
When will you go? Tell me when will you go?
Yeah Motherfucker you don't fuck with us!