No Cuela

Doesn't Fly

No Cuela

I'm fed up with punching a rockEstoy harto de darle puñetazos a una roca
And ending up more stone-like than it, damn idiotY quedarme más de piedra yo que ella, puto idiota
I only have one life from now on, the one that mattersSolo tengo una vida a partir de ahora, la que toca
And I swear on my dead that I'll kill you if you exploit itY te juro por mis muertos que te mato si la explotas

Now, yeah, damn it, with a knifeAhora, si, coño, a cuchillo
With a machete in my mouth, remembering who I used to beCon un machete en la boca, recordando lo que fui yo
We come from the times of the crooksVenimos de los tiempos de los pillos
Where we rapped hard, but kept it simpleDonde rapeábamos difícil, pero haciendo sencillo

What are these kids going to tell me?¿Qué me van a contar estos chiquillos?
Now they do rap, trap?, shit, all I see are bangsAhora te hacen ¿rap, trap?, una mierda, solo veo flequillos
Skinny jeans, acting gangstaPantalon pitillo, van de gangsta
Come to the cops and their hands tremble in their pocketsVen a la poli y les tiembla la mano en el bolsillo

More and more kids with no education at allCada vez más chicos sin educación de nada
More bad people, thieves, more herdsMás malas personas, vladores, más manadas
The law is shit, for the shit that won't swallowLa ley es una mierda, para el mierda que no traga
And a damn excuse for nothing to change hereY una jodida excusa para aquí no cambiar nada

Don't count on me, if you touch who I care aboutConmigo no cuenten, tú si tocas a quién quiero
Or even touch her hair, I'll hang you from a bridge!O la tocas un pelo ¡Te cuelgo de un puente!
With a blood sign on your foreheadCon un cartel de sangre en la frente
Shitty thief, this is what awaits the next oneVlador de mierda, esto le espera al siguiente

Rage dominates meLa rabia me domina
These are the consequences when you let luck define youSon las consecuencias cuando dejas que la suerte te defina
And let time pass, stepping overY dejes pasar el tiempo, pasando por encima
The things you accumulate and leave you in ruinLas cosas que acumulas y te dejan en la ruina

Lie, my life is a fucking lieMentira, mi vida es una puta mentira
I'll trade my fame for your peace of mindTe cambio mi fama por tu tranqui-lidad
You wouldn't want to be this, I swear on my lifeNo querrías ser esto, te lo juro por mi vida
Here you have to smile, even if your girl leaves youAquí tienes que sonreír, aunque te deje tu piva

Your grandfather dies, your dog dies, and a doctor tells youSe muera tu abuelo, tu perro, y un medico te diga
That you're taking years off your lifeQue te estas quitando años de tu vida
That's what fame entails, my niggaEso es lo que conlleva la fama, ma nigga
Not the likes on your favorite photoNo los likes en tu foto preferida

F*ckers!Fekas!
Don't talk to me about love, when you trade the one you love for two b*tchesNo me hables de amor, cuando cambias la que amas por dos ttas
Acting like they're from the damn hood just because they smoke jointsVan de p*to barrio solo porque fuman petas
But mommy pays for everything, even their lyrics notebookPero mama les paga hasta el cuaderno para sus letras

F*ckers!Fekas!
I matured when I learned to see beauty in dried flowersYo maduré cuando aprendí a ver belleza en flores secas
Not everything you dream of sometimes comes trueNo todo lo que sueñas a veces se concreta
There's a lot of work behind it, you don't get paid for nothingHay mucho curro detrás, no se cobra por la jeta

But it doesn't fly anymore, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyPero ya no cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, and everything is a lieNo cuela, y todo es mentira

It doesn't-, it doesn't-, it doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyYa no-, ya no-, ya no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, and everything is a lieNo cuela, no cuela, y todo es mentira

I don't want to be the boss of the showNo quiero ser el amo del cotarro
What good is a million when the heart is mud?¿De qué me sirve un millón cuando el corazón es barro?
I want to live it with someone, to share it with someoneQuiero con quién vivirlo, con quién contarlo
I don't know what to do with something I can't even breakNo sé que hacer con algo si ni puedo reventarlo

I want the damn chaos, more than carsQuiero el puto caos, más que carros
Make immortal music pieces like a paintingHacer piezas de música inmortales como un cuadro
F*ck with your mind, dirty, in a nasty wayF*llar con tu mente, sucio, a lo guarro
And don't eat the p*ssy, but eat the brainY que no coman la pella, pero se coman el tarro

Mud, under the past and dust comes outBarro, debajo del pasado y sale polvo
And I don't know if I'm a masochist, the more hits, the more morbidY no sé si soy masoca, que más hostias, más morbo
I repeat my mistakes, I make them biggerRepito mis errores, los engordo
I go back to the damn shit for the pleasure of being deafVuelvo a la puta mierda por el placer de estar sordo

Not hearing them, I'm so badNo oírlos, soy tan malo
That every time I leave scars I can't be named anymoreQue cada vez que dejo cicatrices ya no puedo ser nombrado
Don't want to play games against the one who invented the diceNo quieras hacer juegos contra quien inventó el dado
Or you might mess up the move on all sidesO te puede salir mal la jugada por todos lados

Look at me, huh, I'm not back angryMírame, eh, no he vuelto cabreado
Nor has the best returned, the one who speaks the clearest has returnedNi ha vuelto el mejor, ha vuelto el que habla más claro
I don't want to compete, you can suck my d*ckNo quiero competir, me podéis comer el falo
I came to bleed for the land I've walked onYo he venido a desangrarme por la tierra que he pisado

Little by little is what's worth itPoquito y constante es lo que merece la pena
That's why deserts are just grains of sandPor eso los desiertos solo son granos de arena
You want the dune, higher, fullerTú quieres la duna, más alta, más llena
I've been to the Moon and I tell you there are chainsYo he estado hasta en la Luna y ya te digo que hay cadenas

Tell me, how much is one of my songs worth? Son of a b*tchDime ¿cuánto vale un tema mío? Hijo de puta
If you haven't stopped to listen to what it saysSi no te has parado a escuchar lo que cuenta
I feel like a Pablo Picasso painting for saleMe siento como un cuadro de Pablo Picasso en venta
They buy me for my name, not for what it representsMe compran por mi nombre, no por lo que representa

They didn't want the old Blake?¿No querían al Blake de antes?
But before I felt the urge like a glovePero es que antes me entraban las ganas como un guante
I wrote my songs, thinking bigEscribía mis temas, pensaba en gigante
And now you're a productY ahora eres un producto
Like all the biggest ones!Como todos los más grandes!

Hypocrites, you would also want to be on topHipócritas, tú también querrías estar arriba
Me with red eyes, thinking who takes care of meYo con lo ojos rojos, pensando quién me cuida
Well, this isn't easy, when you arrive there's no way outPues esto no es tan fácil, cuando llegas no hay salida
And they watch every damn phrase you sayY te vigilan hasta la última puta frase que digas

Don't do somersaults on my ropeNo hagas volteretas por mi cuerda
Even if I shut up, I have the skills to make twenty doors for youQue aunque me calle tengo tablas para hacerte veinte puertas
I'm one of those who don't believe a thingSoy de lo que no se creen ni una
And I'd put a bomb on the Moon of the Truman Show and screw itY pondría una bomba en la Luna del Show de Truman y a la mierda

I'm BLK, give me two cartridgesSoY BLK, dame dos cartuchos
Mom, screw the mortgage, I'm worth a lot deadMamá, a la mierda la hipoteca que yo muerto valgo mucho
I'm BLK, give me two cartridgesSoY BLK, dame dos cartuchos
Mom, screw the mortgage, I'm worth a lot deadMamá, a la mi*rda la hipoteca que yo muerto valgo mucho

It doesn't-, it doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyYa no-, ya no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, and everything is a lieNo cuela, no cuela, y todo es mentira

It doesn't-, it doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyYa no-, ya no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't flyNo cuela, no cuela, no cuela, no cuela
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, and everything is a lieNo cuela, no cuela, y todo es mentira