Текст и перевод песни Rxnde Akozta - Mas & Menos

Mas & Menos

Ajaa
Es R-A-N-D-Y
Desde la biblioteca, ye ye
Nuevamente friendo sobre un beats del lapiz
Hip hop en la casa beibeeeee, pa ti ' ajaaaa yeaaaaaaaa
Bombo, caja, flow, rimas
Y menos division entre los musicos de esquinas
Bombo, caja, flow, respetos
Pal ghetto rapero a tiempo completo
Un tipo comun en ratos libre
Que encuentra en internet cosas que no dicen los libros
Signo virgo de una batalla contra gafo libra
Todos somos Hip-Hop dejen ya las malas vibras
Avergacion no entiendo por que tanta division
Yo hago rap conciente Si!
Pero respeto a rekeson
Por que el rap nacio en la calle no fue en una institucion
Entra en razon que fue con Armas que hicieron la revolucion
Con mas union y menos mama guebadas,
Que esto es una religion
Que exige solo amor! mas nada,
Por que na de lo que tengo yo, me lo diste tu.
Me lo dio el hip hop y es que Randy acosta cruz soy yo
El mismo que anda en metro, mototaxi, camioneta
Y se mete en sendas colas para estudiar en la oudaneta
Asi que chamo respeta, que yo también soy tu hermano
Y no soy internacional yo soy el Venezolano
Bombo, caja, flow, rimas y menos
Division entre los musicos de esquinas

Bombo, caja, flow, etc.
Mas unión y menos come mier
Bombo, caja, flow, rimas mira
Y que vivan los músicos de esquinas
Bombo, caja, flow, etc
Y que será con tanta falta de unidad que hay en el Hip-Hop!
Por eso tengo que decirte a ti, que pa ser un buen Mc
No hace falta tanta ropa, no hace falta coca
No hacen falta tantas copas
Lo que hace falta es mas unión y menos fama loca,
Asi que cierra boca, abre la oreja
Escucha tu y cambia de actitud no todos es myspace ni Facebook
Por que youtube no siempre a estado en lo cierto
Un poco sientos de visitas pero nadie en los conciertos
Y Esque el rap no ha muerto, sobre un beats del lápiz
Sin Pena! pana te dire que me canse de cantar gratis
Sin dejar de ser humilde papi! Hay que pagar renta
Por que hay que pagar cuenta y ya casi tengo 30
Desde los 90 vengo defendiendo esto
Con rimas y versos textos y underground conceptos
Contra ineptos, que no entienden que esta cultura
Nacio en la calle por eso no lleva partidura
Bombo, caja, flow, rimas y menos

Division entre los musicos de esquinas
Bombo, caja, flow, etc.
Mas unión y menos come mier
Bombo, caja, flow, rimas
Mira que vivan los músicos de esquinas
Bombo, caja, flow, respeto,
Pal ghetto rapero a tiempo completo
Que a dejado demostrado que se puede,
Hacer Hip-Hop en petare, en las Mercedes
No importa tu cede, si eres vieja o nueva Escuela
Lo que importa es tu aporte al Hip-Hop de Venezuela
Y Latino America Entera, Bienvenidos
Es R-A-N-D-Y En la casa, K-puto, en las maquinas
El Lapiz en el beat Y el rest Te lo dejo a ti
No digas Mas que eres real, Si no tienes asistencia.

More & Less

Ajaa
I'm R-A-N-D-Y
From the library, ye ye
Once again frying over a pencil beats
Hip hop in the house baby, for you ' ajaaaa yeaaaaaaaa
Bass drum, snare, flow, rhymes
And less division among street musicians
Bass drum, snare, flow, respect
For the ghetto rapper full time
A common guy in spare time
Who finds things on the internet that books don't say
Virgo sign of a battle against dumb Libra
We are all Hip-Hop, stop the bad vibes
Embarrassment I don't understand why so much division
I make conscious rap Yes!
But I respect the rekeson
Because rap was born in the street, not in an institution
Get it right, it was with weapons that they made the revolution
With more unity and less mom guevadas,
That this is a religion
That only demands love! nothing else,
Because nothing I have, you gave me.
Hip hop gave it to me and I'm Randy acosta cruz, it's me
The same one who rides the metro, mototaxi, pickup truck
And gets into long lines to study at the oudaneta
So man, respect, because I'm your brother too
And I'm not international, I'm the Venezuelan
Bass drum, snare, flow, rhymes and less
Division among street musicians

Bass drum, snare, flow, etc.
More unity and less eat shit
Bass drum, snare, flow, rhymes look
And long live the street musicians
Bass drum, snare, flow, etc
And what will happen with so much lack of unity in Hip-Hop!
That's why I have to tell you, to be a good Mc
You don't need so many clothes, you don't need coca
You don't need so many drinks
What you need is more unity and less crazy fame,
So shut your mouth, open your ear
Listen to you and change your attitude, not everything is myspace or Facebook
Because youtube hasn't always been right
A few hundred views but nobody at the concerts
And rap hasn't died, over a pencil beats
Without shame! bro I'll tell you I got tired of singing for free
Without being humble dad! Rent has to be paid
Because bills have to be paid and I'm almost 30
From the 90s I've been defending this
With rhymes and verses texts and underground concepts
Against inept people who don't understand that this culture
Was born in the street, that's why it doesn't have a score
Bass drum, snare, flow, rhymes and less

Division among street musicians
Bass drum, snare, flow, etc.
More unity and less eat shit
Bass drum, snare, flow, rhymes
Look, long live the street musicians
Bass drum, snare, flow, respect,
For the ghetto rapper full time
Who has proven that you can,
Do Hip-Hop in Petare, in Las Mercedes
It doesn't matter your cede, if you are old or new school
What matters is your contribution to Hip-Hop in Venezuela
And all of Latin America, Welcome
It's R-A-N-D-Y in the house, K-puto, in the machines
The pencil on the beat And the rest I leave to you
Don't say anymore that you are real, if you don't have attendance.