D.O.S. (Destroy On Sight) — Combate Urbano song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Combate Urbano" by D.O.S. (Destroy On Sight).
Lyrics
Ayo!
Checkeo el arma y entro en túnel
La tensión sube un nivel
Si la piel escupe fuel con cada decibelio
El epitelio como escarpias
Siente el estrés en esta olla express de rabia
Oye mi aria
Binomio Uno será D.O.S
Y Saxe apoya por el fuego, no es nuevo que os
Follamos, ¡Eh!
Si Dituyí y yo entramos a buscaros
El equilibrio se rompe en cuanto suene el
Primer disparo al amparo de este abrigo
Testigo mudo de este flash
Mi «doble-tap» consigue impactaros
.50 rhymes slam (BANG) through your flagjacket
Este dueto apunta, ¿detectas?
En cada esquina por doctrina es una espina en
Tus amígdalas
Rima asesina cada bala, mina tu ansia mi
Morfina
Cocaína pura, disciplina dura mi stamina:
(atropina)
Puntos y líneas de sutura, mi envergadura os
Domina
¿Quién lanzará? ¿Adivinas? Nadie escapa…
Cuando mi rap se infiltra hasta la cocina, no
¿No notas? Te atrapa, desde esta Lima-Papa
(Pá!)
Para a estos expertos, el efecto de este 9
«para»
De otra granada más, de mi «Match» en tu cara
Balada rápida este informe
Combate urbano, es Norm
Si novedad en el frente
Came from death to this combat role
Hopeless my God forgives my sins
Being all-out war, I’ll reach my goal
I’m going to kill you all motherfuckers
Ahora yo entro en combate
Junto a una tropa de quilates
Párate, prepárate, para la orden que acates
Mantengo la claridad mientras tu realidad se
Tiñe de granate
Mi frente empapada, mi arma cargada
En cada arrancada o en cada parada de mi
Convoy
I’m feeling your fear, watch your rear end
Being a soldier ain’t a fuckin game for a young
Boy
Breath out and got annoyed, made my blood
Boil
Helicópteros respaldan el perímetro en que
Estoy
Balas te silban, si asomas la cabeza
Reza lo que sepas, si apunto allí doy, (puah)
The sun saying: still time to kill
Poneos a cubierto, entrando en zona hostil
November, Delta, portando un fusil
Mientras Sierra, Dj Saxe, lanza este misil
Alfil de fuego mira como esta bomba te estalla
Te alcanza la metralla, consejo para los nuevos
Batíos como si tuvierais huevos
Es la regla 1 de este puto campo de batalla
Alerta, el fuego cruzado continúa (eh)
¿pillas lo que este décimo insinúa? (eh)
Sangre en tu pecho se tatúa
Pólvora te hace sonar como una púa
¿me copias? (juah)
Came from death to this combat role
Hopeless my God forgives my sins
Being all-out war, I’ll reach my goal
I’m going to kill you all motherfuckers
Lyrics translation
Ayo!
Check the gun and go into the tunnel.
Tension goes up one level
If the skin spits fuel with every decibel
The epithelium as escarpies
Feel the stress in this anger Express pot
Hear my aria
Binomial one will be D. O. S
And Saxe supports by fire, it is not new that os
We Fucked, Hey!
If I dictated and I came in looking for you
The balance breaks as soon as the sound of the
First shot under this coat
Silent Witness of this flash
My double-tap hits you.
.50 rhymes slam (BANG) through your flagjacket
This duet points, do you detect?
At every corner by doctrine is a thorn in
Your tonsils
Rhyme kills every bullet, undermines your anxiety my
Morphine
Pure cocaine, hard discipline my stamina:
(atropine)
Stitches and sutures, my wingspan os
Master
Who's gonna pitch? Guess what? No one escapes…
When my rap seeps into the kitchen, I don't
Don't you notice? It catches you, from this Lima-Papa
(Man!)
For these experts, the effect of this 9
«for»
From another grenade, from my Match on your face
Quick ballad this report
Urban combat, it's Norm
If novelty on the front
Came from death to this combat role
Hopeless my God forgives my sins
Being all-Out war, I'll reach my goal
I'm going to kill you all motherfuckers
Now I go into combat
Next to a troop of carats
Stand, prepare, for the order you obey
I maintain clarity while your reality is
Garnet tint
My wet forehead, my loaded gun
At every start or at every stop of my
Convoy
I'm feeling your fear, watch your rear end
Being a soldier ain't a fucking game for a young
Boy
Breath out and got bored, made my blood
Boil
Helicopters support the perimeter at which
Be
Bullets whistle, if you poke your head out
Pray what you know, if I point there I give, (puah)
The sun saying: still time to kill
Take cover, entering hostile zone
November, Delta, carrying a rifle
While Sierra, Dj Saxe, launches this missile
Bishop of fire watch as this bomb explodes on you
Shrapnel reaches you, advice for the new
Beat yourself up like you've got eggs.
It's Rule 1 of this fucking battlefield.
Alert, crossfire continues (eh)
do you understand what this tenth is insinuating? (eh)
Blood on your chest is tattooed
Gunpowder makes you sound like a spike
do you copy? (juah)
Came from death to this combat role
Hopeless my God forgives my sins
Being all-Out war, I'll reach my goal
I'm going to kill you all motherfuckers