I.B.T.F.U - X-O2 Neuronal перевод на английский

I.B.T.F.U

I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F
I; B, T; F
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F
I; B, T; F
Yo no vengo a destacar, tampoco a aparentar
Volví para acomodar, cada cosa en su lugar
Armamento nuclear, vengo a dominar su sitio
Si quieren representar y no saben sonar con micro
What you want? solamente hablan
Ellos hacen letras pero parecen Stand up
Quieren ser más Underground? los voy a bañar con magma
Si la escena está llena de rappers estándar
Atacó con prudencia
Vengo desde el cementerio, que es el remedio que les curó su dolencia
Por la experiencia
Dicen ser Mc's y aparecen sólo si hay premios en las competencias
Urgente, el Hip Hop me dejó pendiente
Entregarle a los Toys mas Rap contundente
De cada 7 frases tiro 5 potentes
De cada 5 rappers, hay 7 incompetentes
Conocen la Wu Tang? o solo triumph y C.R.E.A.M?
Esto suena como un plan a su inutil Team
Con el desquicio de mi block, y este Mic que está entrenado
Así Pasteurizo el Hip Hop y dejó Mc's descremados
I am back the fuck up (Yeah Yeah)
I am back the fuck up (What, What, What, What)
I am back the fuck up (Yeah Yeah)
I am back the fuck, I am back the fuck
Sucka, Suck my dick
Ex; O; Two, It's my name, A.K.A i am Shadow Skills
One, two, three; Fuck You kid, Five for Six
Assassin, On the beat, Check it
(Plaw)
Son balas disparadas por mis métricas
Mi forma de rimar es milimétrica
Oh, Tengo esta esencia de Deidad
Soy la evidencia de verdad para las mentes escépticas
Y aun asi no se erradican
Si ante la presencia de un público sus piernas les tiritan
Quitan mis verdades y no se anticipan, díganme
¿Cuántos van a los eventos sólo cuando participan?
Ahorren los aplausos para esos individuos
Para que esos Rappers Fakes solo quedan inhibidos
Divididos como mis dos hemisferios
Rapero es quien rapea, pero al Rap lo toma en serio
En consecuencia, apariencias me han engañado
Asi aprendi con quien sentirme representado
A domicilio un homicidio rapeado
Pongan otra "X" en mi nombre si es que me equivocado
What you say? no se entendió por su bajo tono
Después de rimar aprendan a agarrar micrófonos
Es que dejo que me pasen, no que me pisen
Muchos dicen lo que hacen, pocos hacen lo que dicen
(Murmuraciones)
You run boy, I am Back The Fuck Up
Who's killers toys?, I am Back The Fuck Up
DJ's, Graffers y B-boys, I am Back The Fuck Up
Es la Golden era hoy que Back The Fuck Up
You run boy, I am Back The Fuck Up
Who's killers toys?, I am Back The Fuck Up
DJ's, Graffers y B-boys, I am Back The Fuck Up
Es la golden era hoy que Back The Fuck Up
Motherfuckers

I.B.T.F.U

I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F
I; B, T; F
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F; U (Fuck you)
I; B, T; F
I; B, T; F
I didn't come here to stand out, nor to show off
I came back to put everything in its place
Nuclear armament, I come to dominate your scene
If you want to represent but don't know how to sound on the mic
What you want? You only talk
They write lyrics but they sound like Stand up
You wanna be more Underground? I'll bathe you in magma
If the scene is full of standard rappers
I attack with prudence
I come from the cemetery, which is the cure for your ailment
From experience
They say they're MC's and only appear if there are prizes in the competitions
Urgent, Hip Hop left me pending
To deliver more forceful Rap to the Toys
Out of every 7 lines I drop 5 potent ones
Out of every 5 rappers, there are 7 incompetent ones
Do you know the Wu Tang? Or just triumph and C.R.E.A.M?
This sounds like a plan to your useless Team
With the madness of my block, and this Mic that's trained
This is how I Pasteurize Hip Hop and leave MC's skimmed
I am back the fuck up (Yeah Yeah)
I am back the fuck up (What, What, What, What)
I am back the fuck up (Yeah Yeah)
I am back the fuck, I am back the fuck
Sucka, Suck my dick
Ex; O; Two, It's my name, A.K.A i am Shadow Skills
One, two, three; Fuck You kid, Five for Six
Assassin, On the beat, Check it
(Plaw)
These are bullets fired by my metrics
My way of rhyming is millimetric
Oh, I have this essence of Deity
I am the evidence of truth for skeptical minds
And yet they are not eradicated
If in the presence of an audience their legs tremble
They take away my truths and don't anticipate, tell me
How many go to events only when they participate?
Save the applause for those individuals
So that those Fake Rappers are only inhibited
Divided like my two hemispheres
A rapper is someone who raps, but takes Rap seriously
Consequently, appearances have deceived me
That's how I learned who to feel represented by
A home delivery rapped homicide
Put another "X" in my name if I'm wrong
What you say? It wasn't understood because of your low tone
After rhyming, learn to hold microphones
I let them pass me, not step on me
Many say what they do, few do what they say
(Murmurs)
You run boy, I am Back The Fuck Up
Who's killers toys?, I am Back The Fuck Up
DJ's, Graffers and B-boys, I am Back The Fuck Up
It's the Golden era today that Back The Fuck Up
You run boy, I am Back The Fuck Up
Who's killers toys?, I am Back The Fuck Up
DJ's, Graffers and B-boys, I am Back The Fuck Up
It's the golden era today that Back The Fuck Up
Motherfuckers