RAPSINCORTE 51 Lyrics (English Translation) – Foyone

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[Part I]

[Verse 1: Foyone]
I spit out my rhetoric, Masonic s*it
The movements I make escape logic
Strength to the one who carries it as a flag and it doesn't matter where he is
The world is a neighborhood, cousin, everything will be fine
I don't sell you a story, I only show you talent
They want me everywhere like a five hundred dollar bill
I describe what I feel, Latin my vocabulary
We grew up in hell, I come in devil mode

[Verse 2: C.R.O]
'I'm cooking those crystals inside the laboratory
And that b!tch looks at me with a face of love-hate
I was raised in the asylum with all the devils
So don't put your hair on me
I'm with Foyone making a rap without cut
I cut all the drügs and now I have double
I hang out with the gypsies and with the people noble
If they talk too much, we'll send you to the envelope

[Verse 3: Acru]
Yes, on Mondays I detect the tunnel of text
And the toupee of the perfect puzzle emerges from my body
They take effect, the crosses I put polish the spectrum
And they join in this, people who saw the light like a downtown shooter
Yes, it's a piece of cake, tss, I'll cover your wine
Golden bishop, I rhyme, I dig and I go out to the river bank
Damn, A-C-R-U
I know that envy is not blood, so send health

[Verse 4: Akapellah]
I enter in stern passing over with my truck
I walk on the moon like the king of pop
I brought a block, not a Glock, ain't got no plus
It's me and my voice that my god gave me, ah
So amazing, terrible, incredible
I know because I surprise myself with my game
I go for the band like Roberto Carlos
They want and they try, but they can't make it, yeah

[Bridge: The Doctor]
Pup-pup-pup
Pup-pup-pup-pup
RAPSINCORTE
Foyone, Doctor
It's The Doctor, damn

[Verse 5: The Doctor]
I spent on drügs what a fu*king Lamborghini costs
I have the haters who think they're Mussolini
Behind the keyboard screen they see Biondini
They listen to rappers with the Daniel Agostini vibe
With my gun, a couple of bullets, I leave it empty
My guacha always hid the revolver from me
I hit a couple of idiots who didn't understand her
Rockstar life and that's even though I didn't sign with Lauria

[Verse 6: Homer El Mero Mero & T&K]
From the land of tango, I'm the one who stands out
When he has a 2x4 sounding like an Ithaca
Fat cow, skinny cow and to the cap slips away
It must be because they always try to take some bale
If they want candy, I just pop the piñata
To buy their silence in case someone gives me away
I always have the one from the north, here there is no cut or hangover
And I do this for sport like when there was no money (Fu*k)

[Verse 7: T&K]
I eclipse the sky again for a rap without cut
New moon and crescent sun in my neocortex
In the most marginal magnetic dialectic of Villa Angélica
Sal world, I hope cold and they want to reduce my dreams
To some metrics and controversies, algorithmic, statistical and numerical
So proud and geminian I am protected
The force that produces a bell, as well as my friends

[Verse 8: Klan]
I bring pure s*it in case you have doubts
The muses always dance naked for me
I don't have good bars, I have raw bars
I never had fears in the dark neighborhood
In my veins there is no blood anymore, now there is painting
I die graffiti artist and making culture
Rapper train, the gift of writing
Whenever change hits, it disfigures

[Verse 9: Soui Uno]
I give faith to my gender, I never bought with that gigolo
Your idols are in limbo, mine heals my pain
Latina and I riot, I hit the mark and generate tremor
Skate in that circle and today I take care of my surroundings
I who win even when I lose, who caresses and bites
I like to spend if I don't have, that's why I get into debt
Me who was saved by hip hop, I absolve myself of the charges
And when they paint the problems I put my chest out and I solve it

[Part II]

[Intro: Ronpe 99]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
Woh, me, ah

[Verse 1: Ronpe 99]
I don't know much about algorithms, I make rhythm in verse
If this comes out to me even a pine, I already know pine without effort
You know I'm a pig, I'm Chinese, zero perso
Those who gave their contacts, if there is no tact, I don't make an effort
If how many spiritualists later poison
I'm the one who stays to endure when everyone lacquers
Since 2000 I don't know how much, postponing is in anyone
If in the end time runs and I don't reach my career

[Verse 2: Zeballos]
This is rap without cut, ma, soft
I'm here for something like the thing of the thing
I rap, then success in your nocturnal heat
And there they die for a feat with the famous person on duty
Pure inopportune love
In trance I make the hate so tender, I make love so hard
They want to be the one and they don't know how to do it
I don't know how to make two patterns, I make history of eight phrases, woh

[Verse 3: Fianru]
My rap without cut like the Peruvian
They stamped your passport and you are in Punta Cana
And even though he never went to Havana, he has three Cubans
He got them by Mexicanizing, activating the tana
The Colombian tie with the Sevillian
Like a Turk in the fog, he sees nothing
And even though the paira comes, even though the Guatemalan comes
I put French love and release South American cream

[Verse 4: mhtresuno]
We live in the chaos where the kids grow
Playing in hell, they steal from you and the thirteen
Friends don't exist, they put the innocent to sleep
For money and drügs, a lot of people are being killed

[Verse 5: Cerounno]
Yeah, I'm still hanging around the dining room
It's just that going through this moment is so moving
My ñeri knew that something better is coming soon
Even when his family left him
They were wrong for wanting to look for the big problem
Pokémon, all my friends are your provider, ah
They've been hearing me for a while and they pretend they don't
Big ears, don't play deaf, I'm the best

[Verse 6: Lil Troca]
God told me: "Everything is written," my favorite fisherman
I started out as a crime and ended up with little outfits
If mine are with me, why do I need you?
Now I'm back to Cutral Co like Diego came back to Fiorito
Without weapons or resentment, just money and no love
I left home like a guacho to cure these pains
Smoking in the window, I waited for time to get better
And a couple of years later we're in RAPSINCORTE with Foyone

[Verse 7: Foyone]
Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Colombia
Singing I get rid of everything that weighs me down
Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Dominican Republic, Mexico
We're on the same team, we fight in the same army
If the neighborhood goes silent, we'll cure it like a doctor
I spread hope like a credit increase
I'm alive and for me that's already a success
And while I carve it for you, I demonstrate my merits, I

[Outro: Foyone]
RAPSINCORTE 51 at home
Direct from Argentina to the whole world
A bull, kids, po-po, po
Yeah