Trágico Lyrics – el Sátira
Singer: el Sátira
Title: Trágico
Otra vez giro, con el humo de un gallo me inspiro
A ser aspiro, mi rap es como un Shakespeare o un Bugatti
Traemos pa’ gustos anunaki, se lo ofrecemos gratis
Ya solos trepamos los rankings luego
Por ahora rolate el fuego, que el peta se apago
Pesan los parpados, el sound galactico, atrapó mis sentidos
Y luego voló, compa, deja lo rolo
Que si no luego se consume solo
De polo a polo, viaja el sonido de éste par de señores
Ya sabe en el microfono no hay quien lo controle como yo
La mezcla va perfecta, el chasing Ra, con el essence tirando metra
La mercan pura, un rap de alta envergadura
A la cuarta rima ya la mayoría raja
Y como no, si tengo al Fello dandole duro a la caja
Los hi-hats afilados cual navajas y crudo el beat
A la medida puesto el outfit
No rap without me, what I mean
Es que como los elementos somos, solo me drogo con el rap que topo
No soy under, solo me acoplo a como suena
Si viene fama, no hay problema
Namas hay que ignorar cuando el telefono vibra
Y yo en mi casa echado escuchando el testimonio libra
Con otra libra ala’o y no la biblia, mas bien un chicken kung pao
Con estos locos al lao’, y un loop desorbitao’
Check this, unusual rap schemes I bring into the mic
Lo mato como la onda a bonafide carnal
Monumental es la tirada, la vida expira
De lo tanto que pienso el rap a un lienzo en torno gira
Viéndo tornandose todo gris, esquema infertil
Escrito: “adios, good bye, au revior & arrivederchi”
“Problablemente pintado por un imbecil”
Piensa el imbecil, yo tomo el pencil y prosigo
Casi que al alma obligo, y mira que bello castigo evóco
Oro volviendo al beat que toco
Me digo: “loco, si te lo explico, exploto, habría que hasta inventar conceptos”
Mi personaje salva el tiempo con ineptos
La sociedad es una regla, a falta de pintura
Con lo sobrao’ de mi escritura disipo las nieblas
Alguien me observa, y te observa a tí
Estoy presente aquí y tambien allí
Tal vez me topas, y sabes de las alarmas
Tengo teoremas y más, que voy tirando en lineas
Que a la primera raramente captan, buenos sentidos que te raptan
Es lo que la doble Z te receta, motherf#cka
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Trágico – English Translation
Again, with the smoke of a rooster I inspired me
To be aspirations, my rap is like a Shakespeare or a bugatti
WE BRING PA ‘tastes anunaki, we offer it for free
We already climb the rankings later
For now Rolate the Fire, that the Peta went out
The eyelids weigh, the galactic sound caught my senses
And then it flew, Compa, leave the rolo
That if not later it is consumed only
From pole to pole, travel the sound of this couple of gentlemen
You already know in the microphone there is no one to control it as me
The mixture goes perfect, the chasing ra, with the essence pulling Metra
Pure Mercan, a high size rap
To the fourth rhyme and the majority of slit
And of course, if I have the punch giving hard to the box
Sharp Hi-Hats Which knives and raw Beat
Tailored to the outfit
No rap without me, what i mean
Is that as the elements are, I only get high with the rap that Topo
I’m not under, I just have how it sounds
If fame comes, no problem
Namas must be ignored when the phone vibrates
And I in my house lying listening to the testimony Libra
With another libra ala’o and not the Bible, rather a chickn kung pao
With these crazy lao ‘, and an exorbitous loop’
Check This, Unusual Rap Schemes I Bring Into The Mic
I kill him as the wave to bonafide carnal
Monumental is the run, life expires
From there that I think rap to a canvas around
Seeing all gray, inferile scheme
Written: “Goodbye, Good Bye, Au Revior & Arrivederchi”
“Probably painted by an Imbecil”
Think the imbecil, I take the Pencil and continue
Almost than the soul obliged, and see that beautiful Evóco punishment
Gold returning to the beat that I play
I tell myself: “Crazy, if I explain it to you, I explode, it would be necessary to invent concepts”
My character saves time with inept
Society is a rule, in the absence of painting
With the leftover ‘of my writing dissipates the mists
Someone observes me, and observes you
I am present here and also there
Maybe I run, and you know about the alarms
I have theorems and more, that I am pulling online
That at first they rare, good senses that are kidnapped
It is what the double z prescription, Motherf#cka
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Lyrics el Sátira – Trágico
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