Текст и перевод песни Santa Salut feat. Elane - El Rap Es la Cura

El Rap Es la Cura

Empieza la base rompemos el silencio el rap cura de semecio
No me pongas precio, no me mires con desprecio,
Con desprecio no, con desprecio no.
Empieza la base rompemos el silencio el rap cura de semecio
No me pongas precio, no me mires con desprecio,
Con desprecio no, con desprecio no.

(Elane)
Seguiré viniendo con el GG haciéndome un free,
Me pasan el mic, strike beat,
Me ponia un beat, se subía el frenesí,
Rapea y se la vi,
Ay que gustirri,

Donde vas que te crees, ey,
Ya llegaron las mujeres fuer-tes,
Somos una malhablada,
Nos echan de la barra por liarla parda pero nos,
Vamos a comer el panorama,
Me pongo nerviosa, me suda la tripa,
Las ganas que tenía, me comía,
Tu rima, misogena de mie.

Somos tantas cada vez más,
Tamos hartas, tira pa atrás,
Con las garras, bien afilas,
No me mandas, se ha acabao ya,
Tanta rima estúpida, ey,

No ten-teras, bien,
La cosa va de que se respeten también,
Para quien, dime para quien vas a rapear
Sin tirar, beef alguna de nuestras madres.
Que nos quiten lo bailao, lo conquistao,
To los fregaos, las veces que nos hemos estampao,
Me liao, salud con el micro a vuestro lao.

Siento que se para el tiempo si me subo al escenario
Tenlo claro, no me mires mal si suena un poco raro, c,
Vamos a probar con un buen ritmo,
Uno de esos que no sabe ni donde cogerlos
Jarajas si me bloqueo no me paro.
Solo es el principio que me queda un poco feo y claro,
Dejo el, ritmo, que me invada lento,
Es como el bichito que me remueve por dentro

Empieza la base rompemos el silencio el rap cura de semecio
No me pongas precio, no me mires con desprecio,
Con desprecio no, con desprecio no.
Empieza la base rompemos el silencio el rap cura de semecio
No me pongas precio, no me mires con desprecio,
Con desprecio no, con desprecio no.

(Santa Salut)
Las ondas cosen mi cuerpo,
Las notas musicales se adquieren al recuerdo,
Cierro los ojos, me pierdo,
En el mundo del micro abierto (del micro abierto)
Quiero subir temblorosa y la boca muy pastosa,
---- ya es, otra cosa,
Pues escribir lo que siento me hace
Florecer como una rosa, una mariposa,
Por la calle amanece con --- hermosa,
Improviso y yo llego otra cosa,
Decir la verdad a veces es situación peligrosa,
Pero no hay momento que nos haga más grandiosas,
No somos odiosas somos diosas,
Sin las mujeres el mundo estaría en la destroza,
Machismo cual nube vaporosa,
No tiene na que ver la violación con la ropa,
Chicas rapeando de que c te sorprende es sencillo,
Si lo haces por dinero es que te vendes,
Dinos qué es lo que no entiendes,
Este consejo te va el pelo,
Respetanos a nosotras y a las que observan desde el cielo,
Subelo, el hip-hop, es magnifico,
Todas juntas cantando haciendo,
Ego histerico, que misterio,
Surgen mil rimas --- hemisferio, a mi rap querido,
Solo a veces porque habla del clerigo,

Del poder que intenta matar a cada mendigo,
Tal cual lo pienso te lo digo, prosigo,
La derrota no es cosa del destino,
Gritando, revolución, feminista desde el intestino,
Desde el intestino, desde el intestino, desde el intestino.

Me quedo sin aliento y el publico observa,
Cantando a fuego hasta que hierva,
Deja el micro lentamente se va,
Quiere cantar otra canción ya,
Escuchando puro harta de la sombre, la gente se asombra,
Se va llenando de pisadas la alfombra,
Menuda se monta, menuda se monta,
Menuda se monta,menuda se monta.

Empieza la base rompemos el silencio el rap cura de semecio
No me pongas precio, no me mires con desprecio,
Con desprecio no, con desprecio no.
Empieza la base rompemos el silencio el rap cura de semecio
No me pongas precio, no me mires con desprecio,
Con desprecio no, con desprecio no.

Rap Is the Cure

The beat drops, we break the silence, rap heals the senseless
Don't put a price on me, don't look at me with contempt,
Not with contempt, not with contempt.
The beat drops, we break the silence, rap heals the senseless
Don't put a price on me, don't look at me with contempt,
Not with contempt, not with contempt.

(Elane)
I'll keep coming with the GG doing a freestyle,
They pass me the mic, strike the beat,
I'd put on a beat, the frenzy would rise,
Rap and I saw it,
Oh, what a delight,

Where do you think you're going, hey,
The strong women have arrived,
We are foul-mouthed,
They kick us out of the bar for causing a scene but we,
We are going to eat the scene,
I get nervous, my stomach sweats,
The desire I had, I would eat,
Your rhyme, misogynistic fear.

We are so many, more and more,
We are fed up, back off,
With our claws, well sharpened,
You don't command me, it's over now,
So much stupid rhyme, hey,

You won't have, well,
The thing is about respecting them too,
For whom, tell me for whom are you going to rap
Without throwing beef at any of our mothers.
Let them take away what we've danced, what we've conquered,
All the scrubbing, the times we've crashed,
I'm messed up, cheers with the mic by your side.

I feel time stop if I get on stage
Be clear, don't look at me badly if it sounds a bit weird, c,
Let's try with a good rhythm,
One of those that you don't even know where to catch
Scraps if I get stuck I don't stop.
It's just the beginning that I'm a little ugly and of course,
I leave the rhythm, let it invade me slowly,
It's like the little bug that stirs me inside

The beat drops, we break the silence, rap heals the senseless
Don't put a price on me, don't look at me with contempt,
Not with contempt, not with contempt.
The beat drops, we break the silence, rap heals the senseless
Don't put a price on me, don't look at me with contempt,
Not with contempt, not with contempt.

(Santa Salut)
The waves sew my body,
The musical notes are acquired to the memory,
I close my eyes, I get lost,
In the world of the open mic (of the open mic)
I want to go up shaky and with a very pasty mouth,
---- already is, something else,
Well, writing what I feel makes me
Bloom like a rose, a butterfly,
Down the street dawns with --- beautiful,
I improvise and I arrive something else,
Telling the truth is sometimes a dangerous situation,
But there is no moment that makes us greater,
We are not hateful we are goddesses,
Without women the world would be in ruins,
Machismo like a vaporous cloud,
Rape has nothing to do with clothing,
Girls rapping why are you surprised, it's simple,
If you do it for money, you sell yourself,
Tell us what you don't understand,
This advice goes to your hair,
Respect us and those who watch from heaven,
Turn it up, hip-hop is magnificent,
All together singing doing,
Hysterical ego, what a mystery,
A thousand rhymes arise --- hemisphere, to my beloved rap,
Only sometimes because it speaks of the clergy,

Of the power that tries to kill every beggar,
As I think so I tell you, I continue,
Defeat is not a matter of destiny,
Shouting, revolution, feminist from the gut,
From the gut, from the gut, from the gut.

I run out of breath and the audience watches,
Singing on fire until it boils,
Leaves the mic slowly, she leaves,
She wants to sing another song now,
Listening to pure fed up with the shadow, people are amazed,
The carpet is filling with footsteps,
What a mess, what a mess,
What a mess, what a mess.

The beat drops, we break the silence, rap heals the senseless
Don't put a price on me, don't look at me with contempt,
Not with contempt, not with contempt.
The beat drops, we break the silence, rap heals the senseless
Don't put a price on me, don't look at me with contempt,
Not with contempt, not with contempt.