Estoy Cansado (con El Chojin, Ose, Meko y Black Bee)

Morodo
I'm tired of hearing so much about war
It seems they don't learn,
If we go to battle I want them to understand
That they might not wake up,
So it's better for them to listen to their old lady
And not talk too much, it tempts
And write reality in their lyrics.

They're pure talk, they talk about killing with Uzi
And in their minds they're already confused,
I bring them music
Because in life they're carrying crosses
What they say is not for accusing me,
Just listen, stop the wars and educate
So the bwoys don't kill each other
Everything they say, notice
Sing, shout or record, people on the street pick it up

I'm tired of hearing so much about war
It seems they don't learn,
If we go to battle I want them to understand
That they might not wake up,
So it's better for them to listen to their old lady
And not talk too much, it tempts
And write reality in their lyrics.

[El Chojin]
It's like uhh! that guy is amazing
How does he do it to make it look easy,
It's like aahh! maybe because it's true that he can walk
on shit without getting dirty
It's like a hunt against civilian population in Gaza
like mixing terrorism with revenge
It's like justifying a massacre
and saying it's in the name of hope,
I'm tired of hearing so much about war,
we always pay the same,
no one should die on a train going to work
no one should die for control of oil
I don't want to hate but I hate you
I plan how to fight you from my desk
it's new 995 music against the demon
listen to Black Bee, Meko, Ose, Morodo and I said
Hip-Hop will bring hope to the city
I know I'll only eat partridges
the day I lift my head, look
and see that the sky is painted in graffiti.

[Ose]
How right you are...
I'm tired of people skinning each other for goods
tell me who's aiming at my temples,
tired of hearing about wars and bombs and dead people
tired of always rebuilding the same foundations
of not valuing feelings
tired, that the sweet kiss of a girl passing by
bursts the pavement
of live broadcasts of the fall of monuments,
tired of fighting against the elements
let's think about the lack of education and the excess of suffering
open your eyes even if getting up is torment
excuse me sir passenger don't worry
but at some point it will burst from within
tired of aiming for the podium,
wasting Sodium, I hate you, oh God goodbye
and I'm tired of hearing, tired of rap and above all,
tired, I'm tired of talking.

[Morodo]
I'm tired of hearing so much about war
It seems they don't learn,
If we go to battle I want them to understand
That they might not wake up,
So it's better for them to listen to their old lady
And not talk too much, it tempts
And write reality in their lyrics.

[Meko]
Rappers, we have rap in our blood,
if we cut our veins we'll stain your sampler carpet
tell those kids to back off
don't even think for a moment about facing my swarm,
you only have one life and you only count on it
when you mess with people remember
every ass has its dick and every neck its rope
there will always be someone out there who can get you, remember that.
My old man says don't talk too much and you'll see the forties
that chick is not your girlfriend, she's the girlfriend of your account,
life goes round and round
with these soles I've stepped on 500 bills and I've stepped on shit
but I never stepped on anyone to reach the stars
death is following my footsteps with a party face
peels, peels, jail pains vendettas, street stories... rap

[Black Bee]
I don't care if you're better than me, I'm still in my place,
competing against you is meritorious, I insist
crazy pianos are broken dreams between layers of steel
but I can still get up and show that I can
what do my new tempos bring?
change new times, Dreams In The Neighborhood was the invention
today what am I trying or what am I inventing
if with this event I represent Manzini
Manzini Bro ha do you want to compete?
You dream of our quasi because we are Mc's
I know your groupies and your lights don't trust me
I know your rap is no longer rap friend Nelly
if bestsellers in the top blanket lists
yesterday was Junior today it's called Santa
the labels want rap but it doesn't pay
look for hip-hoppers and a sign that says: for sale
I, the roguish trend returns
catchy themes and a pair of tits will blow up our industry
I mean, our industry will blow up,
not that they will blow up in our industry, got it?
Girls, Junior, hum Tizziano Ferro,
they say they do rap but I don't know I don't believe it
sometimes I think you'll end up doing that
but that, sometimes I think... sometimes I think...

[Morodo]
I'm tired of hearing so much about war
It seems they don't learn,
If we go to battle I want them to understand
That they might not wake up,
So it's better for them to listen to their old lady
And not talk too much, it tempts
And write reality in their lyrics.