Текст и перевод песни Santa RM feat. Iluminatik & Isusko - Fast Mortem

Fast Mortem

Hay quien pensó que estaba muerto
Más volví como el karma,
cosas se hacen mejor
cuando Se suda, se llora y se sangra
Hay quien me dijo "Santa tu ya no estás a la moda"
Jamás quise ser una moda pendejo
si a ti no te gusta te largas ahora
Hay quien vino a decirme hermano y a estrechar mi mano,
yo fui su maestro, me dieron manzanas,
cuando las mordí me salieron gusanos
Y ahora que dices, dime que mierda me exiges
hay quien tiene millones de reproducciones
pero ellos no tienen mis cicatrices
Yo no los culpo a ellos, ellos supieron jugar sus piezas
Te digo a ti, que me apuntas a mi
Que no tienes ni puta idea en la cabeza
Yo no te debo nada, jamás te dije que me escucharas
Y ahora que escribo lo que se me antoja
tu quieres meter tu maldita cuchara
Muérete perro y ahogate puto
que no necesito tu puta opinión
Me dices que no me respetas, tu dime respeto,
quien mierda te pidió tu opinión
Quien mierda eres tú, que has hecho tú
Que esperas imbécil tu dime
No me hables de hardcore que cuando toco el micro gime
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
Líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem
En vida pierden soporte, bienvenidos a mi deporte
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
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Caras partidas con un flow tenaz
Con algo que no sale ni pagando cash
Son yardigans, little baby cats
Tu musica Para puro faltó de moral
Quieren competirnos con la madre que decimos
Niños son y los batimos en esto de fluir ritmos
Ventaja llevamos varios años bien adelantados en el tiempo del futuro les caímos
Lírica del kimbo que vuela quijadas,
la mierda esperada más que el ditox
Pe-perritos
Pa-pa tus tus gritos
Yo co-co-cometiendo delitos a puro chamaco de high school
Yo lo moldeo como la plastilina de playskool
Llegó el villano del redskull
El que los pone a hacer "facefuck"
A mi no me culpe si le falta cromosoma
raperos de broma salieron corriendo
como puta pecadora en sodoma y gomorra
Les llegó la hora con tu porra así que corra
Estilos tan planos como la visera de tu gorra
No eres más rapero con nada ni nada ni Supra ni jordan
Los tengo pecho tierra amarrados, con una nota quedarán
Como tony montana dejo a Sosa
MC fallidos de flowers bandidos mal concebidos
Para mi tu eres el mas cómico
El niño jugando al gótico
Su música para mi es de andróginos
y nada más bienvenido a mi zona de guerra mi colombines
es mi gansta paradise
Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
En vida pierde el soporte bienvenidos a mi deporte
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
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Lo han intentado pero no han podido
Lo que deberían es no haber nacido
Su música dan ganas de arrancarse los oídos
Su RAP es su camino sin retorno hacia el olvido
Tu contra mi no tienes posibilidad
Te mataré yo si no lo hace la curiosidad
Me llaman bólido y sube la velocidad
Yo soy la ley, soy el rey de la oscuridad
Sólo puedes rifarte el número 2
Mínimo su ánimo y rimo para los que se creen algo Corrigelos
Están más cerca del mono que de dios
Mientras gimen les parto el himen
No se si me entienden comento mi crimen,
les dejo que rimen quiero que se quemen
no seran yo ni tragando mi semen
Quita está cara de verga y preparate
¿Quieres hacernos un favor? Muerete
No es Hip-Hop son golpes de karate
Puedes ver en cada verso tu cadáver
En mi RAP nada es suficiente transformó bueno en excelente
Cualquiera que diga que es mejor que yo miente
Pamplona, Nogales, aguas crack-lientes
Castigo divino onceava plaga
Quieren ser como yo, todo se paga
Como la puta que lo chupa y se lo traga,
como el cerdo que come donde caga
Puñal lirical, llega tu final, soy ilimitado es un estado mental
Yo no tengo igual, alimento el mal, tu no eres rival, sal de aquí carnal
Estas muerto
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
Líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem
En vida pierde el soporte, bienvenidos a mi deporte
Fast mortem
Líricas, métricas, barras
Fast mortem
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Hey wanna be ¿te acuerdas de mí?
Se que si porque fui tu papá hasta el fin
You are the fakest MC I ever seen
Y todo lo que digas lo sacaste de mi
Sólo digo la verdad
Yo sé que no puedes soportar toda mi capacidad
Like a flashback vas para atrás
De verdad deveras revelarte para ser capaz
Vuelvete loco te reto, luego has el intento de pasar a peso completo
Luego recupera el aliento un momento
Y recuerda que siempre seré tu maestro
Pues llevo más tiempo y para ser honesto
superó tu tempo y te resto por lento
y reviento tu cuento violento de akendo
leyendo una rima culera que tengo
Dime Goodbye you better prepare to fly
i'm gonna make you cry
Hip-Hop its mine you don't know what it is inside
Oh no one better than mine, JJ Fam
Oh no one better than mine, iluminatik Fam
Dime Goodbye you better prepare to fly
i'm gonna make you cry
Hip-Hop its mine you dont know what it is inside
Oh no one better than mine, JJ Fam
Oh no one better than mine, Iluminatik Fam

Fast Mortem

Some thought I was dead,
But I came back like karma,
Things are done better
when you sweat, cry and bleed.
Some told me "Santa, you're not in style anymore"
I never wanted to be a trend, dumbass,
if you don't like it, get out now.
Some came to call me brother and shake my hand,
I was their teacher, they gave me apples,
when I bit into them, worms came out.
And now what do you say, tell me what the fuck you demand,
some have millions of views
but they don't have my scars.
I don't blame them, they knew how to play their pieces
I'm telling you, the one pointing at me,
That you don't have a fucking clue in your head.
I don't owe you anything, I never told you to listen to me,
And now that I write what I want,
you want to put your damn spoon in it.
Die dog and drown motherfucker,
I don't need your fucking opinion.
You tell me you don't respect me, you tell me respect,
who the fuck asked for your opinion.
Who the fuck are you, what have you done,
What do you expect imbecile, tell me.
Don't talk to me about hardcore when I touch the mic it moans.
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
In life they lose support, welcome to my sport
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
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Split faces with a tenacious flow
With something that doesn't come out even paying cash
They are yardigans, little baby cats
Your music is for pure lack of morals
They want to compete with us with the mother we say
They are children and we beat them in this of flowing rhythms
We have an advantage of several years well ahead in the time of the future we fell
Lyrics of the kimbo that flies jaws,
the expected shit more than the ditox
Pe-perritos
Pa-pa your your screams
I co-co-committing crimes to pure high school kid
I mold it like playskool plasticine
The villain of the redskull has arrived
The one that makes them do "facefuck"
Don't blame me if he's missing a chromosome
joke rappers ran away
like a sinful whore in sodom and gomorrah
The time has come for them with your truncheon so run
Styles as flat as the visor of your cap
You're not more rapper with anything or anything or Supra or jordan
I have them chest to the ground tied up, with one note they will remain
As tony montana leaves Sosa
Failed MCs of flowers bandits poorly conceived
For me you are the most comical
The boy playing gothic
His music for me is of androgynous
and nothing more welcome to my war zone my columbines
it's my gansta paradise
Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
In life he loses support welcome to my sport
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
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They have tried but they have not been able
What they should have done is not been born
Your music makes you want to rip your ears off
Your RAP is your way of no return to oblivion
You against me you have no chance
I will kill you if curiosity doesn't
They call me a bolide and the speed increases
I am the law, I am the king of darkness
You can only raffle number 2
Minimum their spirit and rhyme for those who think they are something Correct them
They are closer to the monkey than to god
While they moan I break their hymen
I don't know if you understand me I comment on my crime,
I let them rhyme I want them to burn
they won't be me even swallowing my semen
Take that face off your dick and get ready
Do you want to do us a favor? Die
It's not Hip-Hop it's karate blows
You can see your corpse in every verse
In my RAP nothing is enough I transform good into excellent
Anyone who says they are better than me is lying
Pamplona, Nogales, crack-lientes waters
Divine punishment eleventh plague
They want to be like me, everything is paid
Like the whore who sucks it and swallows it,
like the pig that eats where it shits
Lyrical dagger, your end comes, I am unlimited it is a mental state
I have no equal, I feed evil, you are no rival, get out of here carnal
You are dead
Fast Mortem
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Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
In life he loses support, welcome to my sport
Fast mortem
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Fast mortem
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Hey wanna be, do you remember me?
I know you do because I was your dad until the end
You are the fakest MC I ever seen
And everything you say you got it from me
I'm just telling the truth
I know you can't stand all my ability
Like a flashback you go backwards
You really need to reveal yourself to be capable
Go crazy I dare you, then try to go to full weight
Then catch your breath for a moment
And remember that I will always be your teacher
Well I've been around longer and to be honest
I surpass your tempo and subtract you for being slow
and I burst your violent akendo story
reading a shitty rhyme I have
Tell me Goodbye you better prepare to fly
i'm gonna make you cry
Hip-Hop its mine you don't know what it is inside
Oh no one better than mine, JJ Fam
Oh no one better than mine, iluminatik Fam
Dime Goodbye you better prepare to fly
i'm gonna make you cry
Hip-Hop its mine you dont know what it is inside
Oh no one better than mine, JJ Fam
Oh no one better than mine, Iluminatik Fam