Текст и перевод песни Willie DeVille feat. Rayone, Akapellah & Lil Supa - Caciques, Vol. 2

Caciques, Vol. 2

Ey yo! Palabra is bond, mientras respire, Imma put it on
Ya lo decidí, shit, Caribe -nigga- 'til I'm gone
El peso de Caracas I'm flippin: siete estrellas debidamente be reppin'
Si lo que quiere es hype: mejor pregúntale a Akapellah
Somos los "Tru Caribbean Goodfellas"
Ya'll know who you dealin', we won' catch a feelin'
Venezuelan bandera sobre mi cama, en el ceiling
Many things follow, balas stay hollow
'Tas actuando like if we don't chew, you can't swallow
Venga pa'cá niña bella,
que tu jevo stay on his lane o cuida'o si se estrella
Como Pun, not a playa,
en Vallarta vacilando y El Gordo lays-low en Quisquella
"Yukipack guariqueño" ese culo, mami
El Tío será mayor, pero'ese culo es pa' mi
Campeón del drinkin' como N.O.R.E, mi'jo
Viejo Sucio Bastardo, soy Old Dirty, mi'jo (Salú!)
Ready for war, son, it's about to blow the spot!
Con mis hermanos al lado, venezolano Cacique Hip-Hop
Más esperado que "El Diario" de Eddie
Crecimos dónde la calles están heavy, tienes que andar ever-ready
Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor YoYoDOJO walkin' on
If they move, Supa shoots the fuckin' floor
Es el sonido fino, asesino,
del Goldo Latino, RayOne, Little Zú y Tu Tío Willie
Feel me? None of you haters can do shit to me!
Phisically, lirically, hipothetically, realisticly
All of you rappers sound silly
The Magic Lou Houdini, club de mafiosos, Sergio Tacchini
Pásale el ron a los dueños de la melaza,
¿Qué te pasa? You ain't even en mi class-ah!
Se lo dedico al más grande de Nuyorrico,
el único Big Pun, Christopher Lee Ríos
Tengo la piedra pa' trancarle la partida
Maña Fernández en el Hip-Hop, el eslabón perdido
Droppin' the knowledge: el ladrillo pa' tu güiro
Empacado al vacío, como el creepy en bolsa Ziploc
I got la rima en bilingo since long time ago
You rappers can't rhyme in one y yo soy nice en dos
¿Qué pasó? Whack MC's tell what's up!
Sobrepoblación en obituarios, call me "The Enterrador"
I'm sick with rhymes, apesto a flow
Your rap is so pussy, Maña Fernández, The Gigoló
Oh my God! Me persigno en el nombre del Sol
Ilumino mi Tribu Caribe, Cacique mayor, yo!
Soy infección, cirrosis en el riñón
Llámame Ron Superior, como el de mi nación, Venezuela
Stop the beat, para matarlos acapella
Para amarrarlos con la cinta y amañarlos a este flava!
RayOne, the ghostwriter, I make you dust, puto!
Un flow absurdo, mama debajo de mi guayuco
Nulos, you want it puro, don't you?
El Cacique Guaicaipuro, empalándoles el culo!
El suelo es la inspiración, pero el límite es el cielo
El medio 'e difusión: Hip Hop y tintero
A lo Caribe, puro ron con limón y hielo
En el porche 'e la casa, conversando con los abuelos
Aprendí más de mi mamá que en la Universidad
Y vaya que aprendí, que ahora rapeo hasta con Lil Supa'
Venezolano 100% mi vocablo, livin' afuera, RayOne sabe de lo que hablo
Eso no influye ná, pa' ponernos a chambeá y demostrá
Quiénes son los cracks en el Hip-Hop
Multiplicá la característica lingüística
En una colaboración demasia'o artística
Para dar un homenaje a Big Pun, con mucho gusto de un fan
Pa' Nueva York a San Juan, ¿Willito qué pasó?
Llégate que tengo 3 hoes, tengo weed & cocaine
Será un party muy cool, con actitú
Arrebata'o, con la que frao
Le saco dos toques bien chill y no aguantan ni un round
Como B.I.G y 'Pac, ready to die papá
Porque nadie me va a ganar jamás!
¿Tú quieres flow? (What, What?)
¡No hay quién me gane!
¿Y quiénes son los que querías escuchar?
Son Akapellah y RayOne, Willie DeVille y Supa
¿Tú quieres flow? (What, What?)
¡No hay quién me gane!
¿Y quiénes son los que querías escuchar?
Son Akapellah y RayOne, Willie DeVille y Supa

Caciques, Vol. 2

Hey me! Word is bond, as long as I breathe, Imma put it on
I've already decided, shit, Caribe -nigga- 'til I'm gone
The weight of Caracas I'm flippin: seven stars duly be reppin'
If what you want is hype: better ask Akapellah
We are the "Tru Caribbean Goodfellas"
Ya'll know who you dealin', we won' catch a feelin'
Venezuelan flag on my bed, in the ceiling
Many things follow, balas stay hollow
'Tas acting like if we don't chew, you can't swallow
Come on, beautiful girl.,
that your jevo stay on his lane or take care if he crashes
Like Pun, not a beach,
in Vallarta vacillando and El Gordo lays-low in Quisquella
"Yukipack guariqueño" that ass, mommy
The guy will be older, but 'that ass is pa' my
Champion of the drinkin' like N.O.R.E, mi'jo
Dirty Old Bastard, I'm Old Dirty, mi'jo (Salú!)
Ready for war, son, it's about to blow the spot!
With my brothers next door, Venezuelan Cacique Hip-Hop
More anticipated than Eddie's "The Diary"
We grew up where the streets are heavy, you have to walk ever-ready
Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor Yo-yo Dojo walkin' on
If they move, Supa shoots the fuckin' floor
It's the fine sound, killer,
del Goldo Latino, RayOne, Little Zú and Your Uncle Willie
Feel me? None of you haters can do shit to me!
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically
All of you rappers sound silly
The Magic Lou Houdini, mafia club, Sergio Tacchini
Pass the rum to the owners of the molasses,
What's the matter with you? You ain't even in my class-ah!
I dedicate it to the greatest of Nuyorrico,
the One and Only Big Pun, Christopher Lee Rios
I have the stone to stop the game
Maña Fernández in Hip-Hop, the missing link
Droppin' the knowledge: the brick for your güiro
Vacuum packed, like the creepy in Ziploc bag
I got the rhyme in bilingual since long time ago
You rappers can't rhyme in one and I'm nice in two
What happened? Whack MC's tell what's up!
Overpopulation in obituaries, call me "The Undertaker"
I'm sick with rhymes, I stink to flow
Your rap is so pussy, Maña Fernández, The Gigolo
Oh my God! I cross myself in the name of the Sun
I light up my Caribbean Tribe, Cacique mayor, me!
I am infection, cirrhosis in the kidney
Call me Superior Rum, like the one from my nation, Venezuela
Stop the beat, to kill them acapella
To tie them with the ribbon and rig them to this flava!
RayOne, the ghostwriter, I make you dust, puto!
An absurd flow, mama under my guayuco
Null, you want it pure, don't you?
The Guaicaipuro Cacique, impaling their ass!
The ground is the inspiration, but the sky is the limit
El medio' e difusión: Hip Hop and inkwell
A la Caribe, pure rum with lemon and ice
On the porch 'e the house, chatting with grandparents
I learned more from my mom than in college
And boy did I learn, that now I rap even with Lil Supa'
Venezuelan 100% my word, livin' out, RayOne knows what I'm talking about
That does not influence ná, to put us to chambeá and demonstrate
Who are the cracks in Hip-Hop
Multiply the linguistic characteristic
In a very artistic collaboration
To give a tribute to Big Pun, with great pleasure from a fan
Pa' New York to San Juan, Willito what happened?
Take it that I have 3 hoes, I have weed & cocaine
It will be a very cool party, with actitú
Snatch'o, with which frao
I get two nice touches out of him... and they chill out for not even a round
Like B.I.G and 'Pac, ready to die Dad
Because no one is ever going to beat me!
Do you want flow? (What, What?)
There's no one to beat me!
And who are the ones you wanted to listen to?
They are Akapellah and RayOne, Willie DeVille and Supa
Do you want flow? (What, What?)
There's no one to beat me!
And who are the ones you wanted to listen to?
They are Akapellah and RayOne, Willie DeVille and Supa