Dá Professor Lyrics (English Translation) – Akapellah

Read the full Dá Professor (English Translation) lyrics by Akapellah along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
The gate that crushes you has arrived, yeah
Carburizing a blunt like Rasta
I’m already bored, I come to da’ level and take control, it’s the underworld (Nah, yeah)
Not even if Shenlong comes and they are reborn (No)
Not even if they mix rum and ayahuasca (No)
With cheating, without cheating
Ghosts, they chew everything from me
I’m going to melt them, I’m going to cundi’ them

I’m going to surprise them, they’re going to be stunned
I turn into Hulk in a one, two, three
Like Don King Kong, but more subtle
I’m not Microsoft, but I implant a chip
I’m the king of bluff, with the mic I give trip
Just close your eyes, breathe deeply, clear your mind and empty the beat
Hit repeat

[Chorus]
Yeah, da professor, you wanna be my offender
I looked you up on the Internet, I put your CD on, I played it for James and he yawned, hehe
I’m better, yeah, blue cheese like Roquefort (Ah)
Each rhyme is like a slap that leaves a bruise on your self-esteem

[Verse 2]
Make reggaeton or another genre
Because you’re more broken than Benetton
Because you’re more worn than Skeletor
Tell the label to buy the coffin
If fame comes to your bed and in exchange they ask for your ass, give it up, yeah
Meanwhile we make history and touch glory with merit, hey

[Interlude]
Everyone obeys
Because I am, because I am

The motherfu*king
Professor, da professor
Everyone obeys
Because I am, because I am
The motherfu*king professor

[Verse 3]
Your prime is over, your end is screwed
Your record label screwed you, Your wife left you
Your car, your mansion, your necklace, your watch
She got into debt, pawned it, didn’t pay, and it got lost
But that’s how stupid people are
Of people who can’t make ends meet
Who don’t pay the allowance for the mother and the baby
But they live a life of lies on the internet, why?
Every punchline and a bar is like a bullet I shoot
That goes 1,200 km per hour that catches fire and hits you in the güiro
They don’t write the lyrics, they don’t sing live
They don’t have a card, they don’t have cash either
They don’t have any other goal or objective
So why do they want to mess with me? Yeah
I’ve never been in jail, I’ve never stolen, nor killed
I don’t have a Jacob or a Patek, I only have a pencil and a piece of paper
Don’t throw me away, level up, you getting mad, but, ma n!gga, I’m not for you
My voice shines, my name shines, my gang shines
Can you believe it as a drop like this?
Yo, fu*k the money, fu*k the fame, fu*k the people who are mad for a piece of clothing
I already have all that s*it and it doesn’t matter, I was born to be a legend
Even the most stuck ones, those who exploit stores, I have seen them collapse like Jenga towers
You have to know how to get away from what is not convenient
The hard part is not getting there, the hard part is staying
A-B-C, 1, 2, 3
Let’s learn the A-B-C
It’s very easy to learn
Let’s learn the A-B-C
I sing it and you keep quiet