Текст и перевод песни Zettah & C.S Rappaz - Cuidado Fieras Sueltas

Cuidado Fieras Sueltas

Hey Yaoh
Esto es Big Z
Para todo el veneno de ahí arriba
De los de abajo
Arriba el pueblo

Es hora de levantarnos, puños en alto
Ya no copiamos a tu fusil de asalto
Manos arriba, en la calle suena este llanto
Celebran la agonía y nos matan en el asfalto
En lo alto, es hora de levantarnos
Ya no copiamos a tu fusil de asalto
Manos arriba, sigue sonando el llanto
Hip hop en la avenida, contra los que están matando

Empezaré por, que se vayan a la mierda
Todos los que nos gobiernan, y matan en mi tierra
Los rifles suenan, Las fieras envenenan
Y después claman justicia cuando un tombo se quema
Pero
Rcn no te conviene nene
Puedes ver hilos colgando que a sus títeres mantiene
Pueden ver presentadores chupando diario algún pene
Si son mierda disfrazada que al pueblo no le conviene
Quieren guerra Esa será su condena
Matando la abeja reina no acabarán mi colmena
Quieren guerra y esa será su condena
Matando a la abeja reina na
Y es que
Tanta Masacre, tanto miedo en nuestros ojos
Más se que la sangre arde y pagarás por los acosos
Ya mañana al levantarte serás solo otro baboso
Que está matando a su gente solo por llenar su bolso
Y es verdad, ponen precio a nuestras cabezas
Disparan con firmeza tirando hasta la corteza
El arte nuestra destreza retando a todos sus altezas
Con certeza y crudeza, preparando la limpieza
A Fernalga Cabal, le pesan mucho las tetas
Tiene el criterio en el culo, al querer destrozar mi puerta
Y cada vez que se entrometa voy a escupir su jeta,
Para que la vaga vea que ue a Colombia se respeta
Pa Duqueins, que tal señor presidente
Ignorante, insolente, maldito delincuente
Su mierda apesta además de poco elocuente
Se cae su gobierno, arriba el paro de mi gente
Pero, nos tiene en mierda hasta el cuello
Y su papada lo juro no lo hace ver tan bello
Panzón hijo de puta vete a pintar el cabello
Y respeta nuestras raíces, hartas de tanto atropello
Malicia Arango, te pareces a Norberto
Mas el es mejor persona, y apuesto que es algo cierto
Por lo menos da trabajo, mantiene su chuzo abierto
Y no quiere llenar de mierda, cartones de los expertos
Carrasquiña, me puede rascar los huevos
Ya está en nuestra mirilla y se le ha acabado el juego
Mientras el cerdo chilla, el resto nos bajan al suelo
Quieren enterrar semillas y va a florecer un pueblo
Pa Uribe, insultarlo será sublime
Hace cuanto que nos oprime, es momento que el pueblo opine
Aunque twitter lo elimine, matarife no se exime
Mi bandera está cansada, de la sangre que le exprime

Puños en alto
Ya no copiamos a tu fusil de asalto
Hip Hop en la avenida contra los que están matando

Es hora de levantarnos, puños en alto
Ya no copiamos a tu fusil de asalto
Manos arriba, en la calle suena este llanto
Celebran la agonía y nos matan en el asfalto
En lo alto, es hora de levantarnos
Ya no copiamos a tu fusil de asalto
Manos arriba, sigue sonando el llanto
Hip hop en la avenida, contra los que están matando

Quieren guerra esa será su condena
Matando la abeja reina no acabarán mi colmena
Quieren guerra esa será su condena
Matando la abeja reina no acabarán mi colmena
Desde Ceniza Records
Bogotá, Colombia

Beware Loose Beasts

Hey Yaoh
This is Big Z
For all the poison up there
From the ones below
Up with the people

It's time to rise up, fists held high
We no longer copy your assault rifle
Hands up, this cry sounds in the streets
They celebrate the agony and kill us on the asphalt
Up high, it's time to rise up
We no longer copy your assault rifle
Hands up, the cry continues to sound
Hip hop on the avenue, against those who are killing

I'll start by saying, fuck them
All those who govern us, and kill in my land
The rifles sound, the beasts poison
And then they cry out for justice when a cop gets burned
But
RCN it doesn't suit you, baby
You can see the strings hanging that hold their puppets
You can see presenters sucking some dick every day
If they are disguised shit that doesn't suit the people
They want war, that will be their condemnation
Killing the queen bee will not end my hive
They want war and that will be their condemnation
Killing the queen bee, no
And it is that
So much massacre, so much fear in our eyes
But I know that blood burns and you will pay for the harassment
Tomorrow when you wake up you will be just another fool
Who is killing his people just to fill his bag
And it's true, they put a price on our heads
They shoot with firmness, pulling to the cortex
Art is our skill, challenging all their highnesses
With certainty and crudeness, preparing the cleaning
Fernalga Cabal's tits weigh a lot
She has the criteria in her ass, wanting to destroy my door
And every time she interferes I'm going to spit in her face,
So that the lazy woman sees that Colombia is respected
To Duqueins, how are you Mr. President
Ignorant, insolent, damn criminal
Your shit stinks besides being ineloquent
His government is falling, up with my people's strike
But he has us up to our necks in shit
And his father, I swear, doesn't make him look that handsome
Fat son of a bitch go paint your hair
And respect our roots, tired of so much abuse
Malicia Arango, you look like Norberto
But he's a better person, and I bet that's somewhat true
At least he gives work, he keeps his place open
And he doesn't want to fill up with shit, cardboard from experts
Carrasquiña, can you scratch my balls
He's already in our sights and his game is over
While the pig screams, the rest of us are taken to the ground
They want to bury seeds and a people will flourish
To Uribe, insulting him will be sublime
How long has he oppressed us, it's time for the people to speak
Even though Twitter eliminates it, the butcher is not exempt
My flag is tired of the blood he squeezes out of it

Fists held high
We no longer copy your assault rifle
Hip hop on the avenue against those who are killing

It's time to rise up, fists held high
We no longer copy your assault rifle
Hands up, this cry sounds in the streets
They celebrate the agony and kill us on the asphalt
Up high, it's time to rise up
We no longer copy your assault rifle
Hands up, the cry continues to sound
Hip hop on the avenue, against those who are killing

They want war that will be their condemnation
Killing the queen bee will not end my hive
They want war that will be their condemnation
Killing the queen bee will not end my hive
From Ceniza Records
Bogota, Colombia