Valete — Pseudo Mc's song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pseudo Mc's" by Valete.
Lyrics
Wak mcs nao tem diploma mas sao doutorados,
Vem ja atrofiados e com o crnio inacabado,
Pensamento ta lesionado, o som vem intoxicado,
Reincarnaces de um pneu suplente furado.
Pseudos vao para camas de hospital com os versos em brasa
E falam comigo agora reclamam por eutanasia,
E rimas frias vazias, s teoria e pouca pratica,
Voces estao abaixo de zero, representam a antarctica.
Waks vem com bla bla bla mas levam logo corte,
Nao tem o foco em dote, nao ha quem vos suporte
Wak mc, rap contigo nao condiz mas isso nao ves
Lancas-te no mercado mas nem a tua krew compra os cds.
Orador infeliz, aprendiz de aprendiz
Em guerra lirica pseudo mcs sao refugees
Valete mc de raiz, hip-hop directriz,
Na hora de te eliminar eu tenho o apoio do green peace.
Refrao:
Valete e Bnus the kid agora neste (?)
Ja chega de ver fake mcs a mexer naquilo que meu
Voces nao estao prontos para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Waks e byters nao tem espaco aqui no movimento
Nao da pra ti modafucka tens que ser mais convincente
Nunca vais tar pronto para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Posso falar no singular mas a mensagem plural,
Tu e os teus pares sao o fim da decadencia verbal,
Esse teu mic handycap anormal e surreal,
Concentras mais porcaria que um aterro universal.
Pseudo interpretaste ritmo e poesia na forma errnea,
Nunca soubeste rimar mas sabes curar insnias,
Agora nao fazes cerimnias para rimar aquilo que nao teu,
Se queres ser liricista leva um neurnio meu.
Tu s hip-hoppio, por favor mantm-te sbrio,
Dizer que rimas quereres-te enganar a ti prprio,
(?) comigo ilusao, gigantes nao vem micrbios,
S o pior rapper do ano, ja podes pisar o pdio.
Causas tdio, mau cheiro vem por teu intermdio,
Tu nao tens fas, s as moscas que te fazem assdio,
Praga sem remdio, estagnado no primeiro milnio,
Tu s um plagiador e fazes de mim o teu oxignio.
Refrao:
Valete e Bnus the kid agora neste (?)
Ja chega de ver fake mcs a mexer naquilo que meu
Voces nao estao prontos para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Waks e byters nao tem espaco aqui no movimento
Nao da pra ti modafucka tens que ser mais convincente
Nunca vais tar pronto para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Yo deixa o mau gnio, para que tanta teimosia,
Ja mais que sabido que nao existe a lenda porcaria,
Navegante da pia, lirico-hemorragia,
Se um dia o rap vivesse de ti o movimento falecia.
Ficaste fora do prazo, gasto, agora rap holocausto,
A voz uma arma, voces nunca vao ter cadastro,
Rimador de rastos, musiclogo nefasto,
S pai dos teus beats, mas eles chamam-te padrasto.
Yo voces multiplicam-se para fazer cair a cultura,
Mas ela duradora e nao aceita a vossa assinatura,
Tou farto dos teus absurdos, tenta aprender com os graudos,
Senao continuaras wak mc at no meio de surdos.
Na tua zona a lentidao de pensamento a unica verdade,
At as loiras sao apanhadas em excesso de velocidade,
Rap nao para ti chaval s para pensadores enrgicos,
Isto maratona verbal, voces sao paraplgicos!
(Agora esses manos tem uma esferografica e um papel e ja pensam que sao mcs…
Man, onde que esta o Q.I. o crebro que escreve, huh.)
Refrao:
Valete e Bnus the kid agora neste (?)
Ja chega de ver fake mcs a mexer naquilo que meu
Voces nao estao prontos para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Waks e byters nao tem espaco aqui no movimento
Nao da pra ti modafucka tens que ser mais convincente
Nunca vais tar pronto para andar aqui no underground
Puiu puiu baza puiu puiu!
Lyrics translation
Wak mcs doesn't have a degree but they're doctorates,
Come already atrophied and with unfinished skull,
Thought Ta injured, the sound comes intoxicated,
Reincarnaces of a bored spare tire.
Aliases go to hospital beds with red-hot verses
And talk to me now complain about euthanasia,
And empty cold rhymes, s theory and little practice,
You're below zero, you represent antarctica.
Waks come with bla bla bla but take soon cut,
Do not focus on dowry, there is no one to support you
Wak mc, rap with you does not fit but it does not see
You go to the market, but not even your krew buys the cds.
Unhappy speaker, Apprentice Apprentice
In lyrical war pseudo MCs sao refugees
Jack MC root, hip-hop guideline,
When it comes to eliminating you, I have the support of green peace.
Refrain:
Jack and Bnus the kid now in this (?)
Enough of seeing fake mcs fiddling in what my
You're not ready to walk here in the underground.
Chicken chicken base chicken chicken!
Waks and bitters have no space here in the movement
Not for you modafucka you have to be more convincing
You'll never be ready to walk here in the underground
Chicken chicken base chicken chicken!
I can speak in the singular but the plural message,
You and your peers are the end of verbal decadence,
That weird, surreal handycap of yours,
You concentrate more crap than a universal landfill.
Pseudo you interpreted rhythm and poetry in the form errnea,
You never knew how to rhyme but you know how to cure insnias,
Now you don't do ceremonies to rhyme what's not yours,
If you want to be a lyricist, take a neurnio of mine.
You s hip-hoppio, please stay drunk,
To say that you rhyme to want to fool yourself first,
(?) with me illusion, Giants do not come microbes,
S the worst rapper of the year, you can already step on the podium.
Causes tdio, bad smell comes through you,
You have no fas, s the flies that make you assdio,
Plague without remdium, stagnant in the first millennium,
You're a plagiarist and you make me your oxignio.
Refrain:
Jack and Bnus the kid now in this (?)
Enough of seeing fake mcs fiddling in what my
You're not ready to walk here in the underground.
Chicken chicken base chicken chicken!
Waks and bitters have no space here in the movement
Not for you modafucka you have to be more convincing
You'll never be ready to walk here in the underground
Chicken chicken base chicken chicken!
Yo leaves the bad gnio, so that so stubbornness,
Already more than known that there is no legend crap,
Navigator of the sink, lyrical-hemorrhage,
If one day rap lived off you, the movement would die.
You were out of time, spent, now rap Holocaust,
The voice a gun, you'll never have a record,
Rhymer of tracks, nefarious musiclogo,
You're the father of your beats, but they call you stepfather.
Yo you multiply to bring down the culture,
But it lasts and does not accept your signature,
I'm sick of your nonsense, try to learn from the greats,
Otherwise you will continue wak mc at in the middle of deaf.
In your zone the slowness of thought the only truth,
At the blondes are caught speeding,
Rap nao for you kid s for energetic thinkers,
This verbal marathon, you're paraplegics!
(Now these niggas have a ballpoint pen and a paper and already think they're mcs…
Man, where's Q. I. The guy who writes, huh.)
Refrain:
Jack and Bnus the kid now in this (?)
Enough of seeing fake mcs fiddling in what my
You're not ready to walk here in the underground.
Chicken chicken base chicken chicken!
Waks and bitters have no space here in the movement
Not for you modafucka you have to be more convincing
You'll never be ready to walk here in the underground
Chicken chicken base chicken chicken!