Текст и перевод песни Zaque - Veinte: Veinte

Veinte: Veinte

Ok
A mí no puede engañarme, güey, yo veo perfectamente
Z A K E, Dj Freak es presidente

Meditación profunda, prepararme hoy, visualizar mi tumba
Hacerlo igual que lo hace que un samurái para que nunca
Se nuble mi juicio por el temor a ser exterminado
Tener cuidado, avanzar con sigilo y bien camuflado
Debo elegir mis batallas, igual que mis palabras
Debo saber lo que intentan porque conozco sus mañas
Me causan ansias con sus oraciones mal estructuradas
Conozco bien sus puntos débiles y mis patadas
Penetran sus defensas como espadas
Güey te cagas, tus rimas como piedras
Las del estratega dagas, tan afiladas
Que atraviesan, hieren hagas lo que hagas
No soy igual que tú, farsante, no te me comparas
Entiende MC de cartulina lo que nos separa
Yo tengo clase, estilo, posser, tú no tienes nada
Al menos graben al nivel que yo estoy acostumbrado
Escucho versos, veo tus movimientos, todo lo has copiado
Cansado ya de estereotipos como tú, tarado
Hablas de Hip-hop, ¿quieres enseñarme? Estás mal informado
Cegado por tu estupidez y tu ignorancia
Me indigna tu torpeza y soy alérgico a tu arrogancia
Soy alérgico a tu arrogancia

(No será visto con buenos ojos)

Te crees un tuerto en el país de los ciegos
Pero mi vista veinte: veinte y sé que mientes
Hablando de lo que no entiendes
No sé qué sientes o a quién crees que engañas
Sabes que inventas que todo lo que dices son patrañas
Te crees un tuerto en el país de los ciegos
Pero mi vista veinte: veinte y sé que mientes
Hablando de lo que no entiendes
No sé qué sientes o a quién crees que engañas
Sabes que inventas que todo lo que dices son patrañas
Balbuceas pendejas robadas de entrevistas de otros artistas
No entiendes nada, repites lo que dicen las noticias
Te envicias con la aceptación social y cuánta mierda
Eres capaz de convertirte en lo que sea para obtenerla
Yo estoy alerta, con la mente y la conciencia despiertas
A mí no vas a engañarme, entiéndelo, me la pelas
Por eso no me comprometo con tu movimiento falso
No hablo de pobreza ni del barrio, no es mi caso
Lo tuyo es ser ridículo, enamorado del fracaso
Ilusionado con venderte, eres un tipazo
¿Te gusta el odio? Traigo el rap que da putazos
En tu bocina escuchas Z-A-K-E y sientes pasos
Escasos dos minutos veinte
Para mí son más que son suficiente
Para bajarte la autoestima, güey, soy excelente
Vengo estridente con mi voz chillante (ooh)
Quieres joderme, adelante insulso, inténtalo
Quieres probar el filo de mi lengua hinchada, siéntelo
Advertencia, antes de tirarme mierda, piénsalo

(No será visto con buenos ojos)
(Hacer lo que no puede)
(No será visto con buenos ojos)
(Hacer lo que no puede)
(No será visto con buenos ojos)
(Hacer lo que no puede)

Twenty: Twenty

Ok
Don't try to fool me, honey, I see perfectly
Z A K E, Dj Freak is the president

Deep meditation, preparing myself, visualizing my tomb
Do it the same as a samurai, so that never
My judgement will be clouded by the fear of being exterminated
Being careful, moving stealthily and well camouflaged
I need to choose my battles, as well as my words
I need to know what they're trying because I know their tricks
They cause me anxiety with their poorly structured prayers
I know their weak points well and my kicks
Penetrate their defenses like swords
Honey, you're scared, your rhymes like stones
The strategist's daggers, so sharp
That they pierce, injure, whatever you do
I am not like you, you faker, don't compare yourself to me
Understand MC of paper what separates us
I have class, style, posser, you have nothing
At least record at the level I'm used to
I listen to your verses, I watch your moves, you have copied everything
I'm tired of stereotypes like you, you idiot
You talk about Hip-hop, do you want to teach me? You are misinformed
Blinded by your stupidity and your ignorance
Your clumsiness makes me angry and I am allergic to your arrogance
I am allergic to your arrogance

(It will not be looked upon with favor)

You think you're one-eyed in the land of the blind
But my vision is twenty:twenty and I know you're lying
Talking about what you don't understand
I don't know what you're feeling or who you think you're kidding
You know that you make it up, that everything you say is nonsense
You think you're one-eyed in the land of the blind
But my vision is twenty:twenty and I know you're lying
Talking about what you don't understand
I don't know what you're feeling or who you think you're kidding
You know that you make it up, that everything you say is nonsense
You babble bullshit stolen from interviews with other artists
You don't understand anything, just repeat what the news says
You go crazy with social acceptance and how much shit
You are able to turn yourself into whatever you want to get it
I am alert, with my mind and conscience awake
You're not going to fool me, understand, you're a piece of shit
That's why I don't commit to your fake movement
I don't talk about poverty or the neighborhood, it's not my case
Your thing is to be ridiculous, in love with failure
Excited about selling yourself, you're a great guy
Do you like hate? I bring rap that kicks ass
On your speaker you hear Z-A-K-E and feel footsteps
Two minutes twenty
For me they are more than enough
To lower your self-esteem, honey, I'm excellent
I come strident with my shrill voice (ooh)
You want to screw me, go ahead silly, try it
You want to test the edge of my swollen tongue, feel it
Warning, before you crap on me, think about it

(It will not be looked upon with favor)
(Do what she can't)
(It will not be looked upon with favor)
(Do what she can't)
(It will not be looked upon with favor)
(Do what she can't)