Marionetas - Ivangel Music

Marionetas, ¡wow!

Manejadas por una actitud que interpretan, ¡wow!

Un payaso en bromas no respeta

Guiña un ojo en la escopeta

Que en tu feria no hay balas de plomo

Para llegar a tu meta

Tendrás que chapar el circo y encerrar tus monos

Hace mucho tiempo yo tenía un ídolo, pues le admiraba

No les puedo engañar, era alguien que me fascinaba

Nadie me conocía y su música me encantaba

Le escuchaba mucho pero eso no quiere decir nada

Le vi crecer como se levantaba desde abajo

Pues ya sin conocerle, me parecía un tipo majo

Me acuerdo de aquel chico que sacaba las canciones

Para quejarse de acciones pasadas de su trabajo

Le escribí mensajes de apoyo y no me arrepiento

Si tú no has tenido un ídolo, naciste sabiendo

Pero Ivangel solo se hizo conocido con el tiempo

¿Que por qué?

Por dedicarle sudor y sufrimiento

Comenzó a tener conflictos con la gente que yo hablaba

Y como no iba conmigo, pues yo pasaba y pasaba

Si amigos se pelean, no les juzges porque luego ellos se aclaran

Y tú quedas con la cara colorada

Marionetas, ¡wow!

Manejadas por una actitud que interpretan, ¡wow!

Un payaso en bromas no respeta

Guiña un ojo en la escopeta

Que en tu feria no hay balas de plomo

Para llegar a tu meta

Tendrás que chapar el circo y encerrar tus monos

Pues todo había cambiado, hasta mis ideales

Por las gilipolleces que dices en redes sociales

Criticas a raplayers por rapear de videojuegos

Cuando haces un rap de Clash of Clans, tócate los huevos

Pero vale, sigo mi vida cantando de orgullo

Alimentando a fans que casi son más que los tuyos

Y lleva años de ventaja, pero no para hacer caja

Sino para demostrar rebajándote a ser capullo

Si yo fuera tú, la verdad que solo me callaba

Me centraba en quien fuiste alguna vez, aunque siempre la cagas

Das lecciones musicales, pero, ¿para qué te vale?

Si nadie te aguanta en el mundo con el que tú soñabas

Y me dices que soy groupie, será que tú eres estupi-

Ah no, que tú eres el único que tienes un esclavo

Pero, ¿para qué discutir con la pared?

Es inútil

Vete a correr o a hacer footing pero con el perro atado

Y que se calle «por cierto», que tus problemas no los siente

Aunque, claro, que es tu esclavo, tendrá que enseñar los dientes

Solo esperas que cuando te acuestes venga y que te arrope

Y que te lama bien el culo pa' tener su bocata de chope

Dice que mis rapidillos no valen, joder, que pena, ya no duermo

Pero tengo tus mensajes privados diciendo que tengo talento

Cuando quieras los enseño, te puedo hacer pedazos públicamente

Aunque también hablas de cosas bastante deprimentes

De los mil pavazos que me pediste para colaborar

Por la promoción que encima tú te ibas a llevar

Gente de tu entorno de los que tu llamas pana

Me ha dicho que no me meta, que solo lo haces por fama

¿Que no sé hacer rapidillos?

Pues muchos me dicen que doblo tu tempo

Entendiéndose mucho mejor mis palabras, ya sé que te duele, no llores por dentro

Pues todos ya saben que estás limitado, nunca se ha visto que hagas un triple

tempo cuando te seguía

Pues nunca lo hacías, aprende del Thor, como sigue fluyendo

Pero, ¿para qué vamos a gastar las palabras con la gente que no sabe suficiente?

Adiós

Solo quiere ver como le ganan para luego en la cama diga «pero mira, FaltaFlow»

Venga, haz un triple tempo si tienes dos huevos

O se reirán de ti cuando escuchen los truenos

Esto es Ivangel Music, ya lo sabes

Dios del trueno

Y si tienes cojones, tú, FaltaFlow

Puppets, wow!

Driven by an attitude they interpret, wow!

A clown in jokes does not respect

Wink in shotgun

That in your fair there are no lead bullets

To reach your goal

You'll have to lock up the circus and lock up your monkeys

A long time ago I had an idol, because he admired him

I can't fool you, he was someone who fascinated me

Nobody knew me and I loved their music

I listened to him a lot but that doesn't mean anything

I watched her grow as she rose from below

Well, without knowing him, he seemed like a nice guy

I remember that boy who brought out the songs

To complain about past actions of your job

I wrote him messages of support and I do not regret it

If you have not had an idol, you were born knowing

But Ivangel only became known over time

That because?

For dedicating sweat and suffering

He started having conflicts with the people I was talking to.

And since he did not go with me, well, I passed and passed

If friends fight, don't judge them because then they clear up

And you are left with a red face

Puppets, wow!

Driven by an attitude they interpret, wow!

A clown in jokes does not respect

Wink in shotgun

That in your fair there are no lead bullets

To reach your goal

You'll have to lock up the circus and lock up your monkeys

Well, everything had changed, even my ideals

Because of the bullshit you say on social media

You criticize raplayers for rapping from video games

When you do a Clash of Clans rap, touch your balls

But okay, I continue my life singing with pride

Feeding fans that are almost more than yours

And he has years of advantage, but not to make cash

But to demonstrate by lowering yourself to being an asshole

If I were you, the truth would just shut me up

I was focused on who you ever were, even though you always screw up

You give music lessons, but what's the point?

If nobody can put up with you in the world you dreamed of

And you tell me that I'm a groupie, it will be that you are stupid

Ah no, that you are the only one who has a slave

But why argue with the wall?

It's useless

Go for a run or jog but keep the dog on a leash

And that he shut up "by the way", that he does not feel your problems

Although, of course, he is your slave, he will have to show his teeth

You just hope that when you go to bed he will come and tuck you in

And that he licks your ass well to have his chope sandwich

He says that my quickies are worthless, damn, what a pity, I don't sleep anymore

But I've got your private messages saying I'm talented

Whenever you want I show them, I can tear you apart publicly

Though you also talk about some pretty depressing stuff

Of the thousand big turkeys that you asked me to collaborate

For the promotion that you were going to get

People from your environment that you call corduroy

He has told me not to get involved, that you only do it for fame

I don't know how to make quickies?

Well, many tell me that I double your tempo

Understanding my words much better, I know it hurts, don't cry inside

Well, everyone already knows that you are limited, you have never been seen to do a triple

time when i followed you

Well you never did, learn from Thor, how he keeps flowing

But why are we going to waste words with people who don't know enough?

Goodbye

He just wants to see how they beat him and then in bed he says "but look, FaltaFlow"

Come on do a triple tempo if you got two balls

Or they'll laugh at you when they hear the thunder

This is Ivangel Music, you know

God of Thunder

And if you have cojones, you, FaltaFlow