Текст и перевод песни Violadores del Verso - Mc

Mc

Y tu que eres, co?, Dj, venga
Y tu que eres, co?, Dj, bien
Y tu que eres, co?, Dj

Y yo que soy?, Mc

Para que solo pilles rap duro y no te equivoques
En nuestro escenario improvisa hasta el discjokey
Agarro el microfono miro hacia el publico
Serio somos Mc's Rap Solo
No te hagas llamar Mc si no controlas el microfono
Porque pocos pogos haran y las niñas se iran a por otro
Me buscaran me encontraran y pondran su plan
Que haran si hacemos tikitikitikitan
Aqui estoy, año tras año mi vida es flow
Rap & Roll, Mc's piden pleasi O
A mi si te no gusta mi rap me suda la polla
Mc's ... con sus paranos
Sin el microfono en la calle a mi me llaman buen pibe
Que viendo los demas felices bien vive
Yo solo pido que el rap me de dinero, pa eso cuido mi estilo
Como un graffitero, y nunca ofrezco mierda
Tu sabes mi nombre, profesional del rap
Mc poderoso como Mario Conde
Intocable y ¿que me vais a enseñar?
Revoluciones contra reyes siempre hubo
Pero no a el Rey Del Hardcore Rap
Vine vi y venci como Cesar
Yo Kase el Rap Solo mi empresa
¿Que vais a hacer si la vida es asi?
Y mis padres querian un medico y he salido Mc

Mc, Kase O ha vuelto d.e.p.
Mc, ya es hora de mojar tus raps
Mc, Kase O ha vuelto toyacon
Mc, no intentes hacer esto en tu casa

Mc, Kase O ha vuelto d.e.p.
Mc, ya es hora de mojar tus raps

Mc, para todos mis enemigos, enemigas
Mc, el segundo parrafo es asi, ey

Yo hablo de sexo no de machismo,¿de que me acusas?
Yo solo desabrocho blusas
Recorro cuerposcremalleras sostenes y todo lo que me echen
Y ya que aprovecho que aprovechen
A si pues tranquila, cojones
Kase O respeta
Solo dedica versos y en tu puta camiseta, pone
¡tocame! yo soy el machista venga pirate
Estoy hasta los huevos de oir mierda, respetate
Ahh, no tengo que dar explicaciones
Tu decides si lo quieres y escuchar o no
Yo solo pongo todos tus equalizadores en rojo
Y a ti te pongo a cien, tu limite es el cielo ahora
Ven cuentame, que te paso
Que te cansaste de tanto final feliz en historias de amor
Pues eso es lo que te da el fonky y el pop
Yo hago versos humedos y asi destaco
Y es que tu novio es mas guapo pero es un toyaco
Y eso le jode a el tanto como a ti
Me ves en el escenario y el corazon te traiciona, yo soy un Mc

Mc, Kase O ha vuelto d.e.p.
Mc, ya es hora de mojar tus raps
Mc, Kase O ha vuelto toyacon
Mc, no intentes hacer esto en tu casa

Contra ti toyacon
Yo desarrollo mi acción
Tan solo escucha mamón
Competicion es non
Quieren venir a competir en el micrófono
Mc cojo, lo mato, lo pulo, me lo yo solo
¿Quien tiene mas estilo que yo?
En el micro un Violador Kase O
Si oyendonos parece fácil hacerlo bien
Yo tengo el cannon
Entro en el salón
Y os pongo a cien
Kase O el hijo de putas invencible
Tumbarme es dolorosamente imposible
Es Javier Jodeculos Ibarra en tu ciudad
Si vienes con guerras te doy la mano y digo paz
No voy a entrar al trapo, no es mi trabajo
Solo engancho al microfono del cuello y asi me relajo
Ya que las pajas me saben a poco
Lanzo Rap Solo a tu coño al mas puro estilo barroco
El ritmo es victima que guarda respeto
Mi verso un asesino elegante y discreto
A mis colegas les llaman Los Violadores
A mi me llaman Spice Boy, porque soy corruptor de menores
¿Y tu que quieres?,¿que haces aqui?
O ¿es que los nervios de tu culo aun quieren algo de mi?
No creo ya me acostumbre a la polemica
Y esta vez tampoco vine para quedar bien
Toyacos y toyacas van del palo
Yo les meto el palo por culo
Culo tan chulo
Y tan crudo
Y tan cojonudo
Que lo tomado enserio
Merecen mi respeto en el micrófono
Les dije a las menades, raptad a las musas
Hoy no quiero fallos ¿me ois?, no quiero excusas
He venido a triunfar, los dioses asi lo quieren
Los microfonos arden
Las cabezas se mueven
Violadores vuelven
La mision ahora es beneficio verde
Sacar del deficit a Rap Solo y que me recuerden
Ya que he puesto mi vida en esto y te voy a repetir
Que pude ser torero y futbolista pero he salido Mc

Mc, Kase O ha vuelto d.e.p.
Mc, ya es hora de mojar tus raps
Mc, Kase O ha vuelto toyacon
Mc, no intentes hacer esto en tu casa

¡Cabron!

Bien, fueron Violadores del verso
Jode culos Ibarra en el micrófono estuvo
Estuvo Dj Brutal tambien y la Jet Set
Santiago Domet, Laurent Castagnet haciendo la música
Y tu Bboy real te vas a hacer gargaras con la regla de tu puta madre, ¡hijo de puta!
Competicion est non subnormal, ya sabes que Zaragoza tuvo el fonk
Aunque eso sea lo que mas te joda en esta vida, y tu ¿que tienes aparte de rumores y cotilleos?
Mira tío que te jodan el culo, no vengas a tocar los cojones a Zaragoza
Esto es 1998 hijos de puta, ey corta esta mierda, ya, cortala, cortala tio

Mc

And you, what are you, huh? DJ, come on
And you, what are you, huh? DJ, alright
And you, what are you, huh? DJ

And me, what am I? MC

So you only catch hard rap and don't get it wrong
On our stage, even the DJ improvises
I grab the microphone, look towards the audience
Seriously, we are MCs, Rap Solo
Don't call yourself MC if you don't control the microphone
Because few will mosh and the girls will go for another
They'll look for me, find me, and put their plan in motion
What will they do if we go tikitikitikitan
Here I am, year after year, my life is flow
Rap & Roll, MCs ask for please O
To me, if you don't like my rap, I don't give a fuck
MCs ... with their paranoia
Without the microphone on the street, they call me a good dude
Who lives well seeing others happy
I only ask that rap gives me money, that's why I take care of my style
Like a graffiti artist, and I never offer shit
You know my name, a rap professional
Powerful MC like Mario Conde
Untouchable, and what are you going to teach me?
There were always revolutions against kings
But not against the King of Hardcore Rap
I came, I saw, I conquered like Caesar
I, Kase, Rap Solo, my company
What are you going to do if life is like this?
And my parents wanted a doctor, and I turned out an MC

MC, Kase O is back R.I.P.
MC, it's time to get your raps wet
MC, Kase O is back, I'm with you
MC, don't try this at home

MC, Kase O is back R.I.P.
MC, it's time to get your raps wet

MC, for all my enemies, male and female
MC, the second paragraph is like this, hey

I talk about sex, not machismo, what are you accusing me of?
I only unbutton blouses
I travel bodies, zippers, bras, and everything they throw at me
And since I'm taking advantage, let them take advantage too
So, calm down, dammit
Kase O respects
He only dedicates verses, and on your fucking shirt, it says
touch me! I'm the sexist, come on, get lost
I'm fed up with hearing shit, respect yourself
Ahh, I don't have to give explanations
You decide if you want it and listen or not
I just put all your equalizers in the red
And I put you at a hundred, your limit is the sky now
Come on, tell me, what happened to you
That you got tired of so many happy endings in love stories
Well, that's what funky and pop give you
I make wet verses, and that's how I stand out
And the thing is, your boyfriend is more handsome, but he's a wimp
And that bothers him as much as it bothers you
You see me on stage and your heart betrays you, I'm an MC

MC, Kase O is back R.I.P.
MC, it's time to get your raps wet
MC, Kase O is back, I'm with you
MC, don't try this at home

Against you, I'm with you
I develop my action
Just listen, sucker
Competition is non
They want to come compete on the microphone
Lame MC, I kill him, polish him off, I do it myself
Who has more style than me?
On the mic, a Violador, Kase O
If listening to us, it seems easy to do it well
I have the cannon
I enter the room
And I put you all at a hundred
Kase O, the invincible son of a bitch
Taking me down is painfully impossible
It's Javier Fuckfaces Ibarra in your city
If you come with wars, I give you my hand and say peace
I'm not going to take the bait, it's not my job
I just grab the microphone by the neck and relax like that
Since wanking is not enough for me anymore
I throw Rap Solo at your pussy in the purest baroque style
The rhythm is a victim that maintains respect
My verse, an elegant and discreet assassin
They call my colleagues Los Violadores
They call me Spice Boy, because I'm a corrupter of minors
And you, what do you want? What are you doing here?
Or is it that the nerves in your ass still want something from me?
I don't think so, I'm used to controversy
And this time I didn't come to look good either
Wimps and wimpettes are into it
I stick it up their asses
Ass so cool
And so raw
And so fucking awesome
That I take it seriously
They deserve my respect on the microphone
I told the maenads, kidnap the muses
Today I don't want mistakes, do you hear me? I don't want excuses
I've come to succeed, the gods want it that way
The microphones are burning
Heads are moving
Violadores are back
The mission now is green profit
Get Rap Solo out of deficit and let them remember me
Since I've put my life into this and I'm going to repeat it to you
I could have been a bullfighter and a soccer player, but I turned out an MC

MC, Kase O is back R.I.P.
MC, it's time to get your raps wet
MC, Kase O is back, I'm with you
MC, don't try this at home

Bastard!

Alright, that was Violadores del Verso
Fuckfaces Ibarra was on the microphone
DJ Brutal and the Jet Set were there too
Santiago Domet, Laurent Castagnet making the music
And you, real b-boy, you're going to gargle with your fucking mother's ruler, son of a bitch!
Competition is non, dumbass, you know Zaragoza had the funk
Even if that's what bothers you the most in this life, and you, what do you have besides rumors and gossip?
Look, man, fuck you in the ass, don't come to Zaragoza to fuck around
This is 1998, sons of bitches, hey, cut this shit, now, cut it, cut it, man