Envidia y traición
Alemán feat. Elote el Barbaro Lyrics
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Ah
Pinche fijado, siempre mirando lo que hago
Siempre viendo cómo gano y recibo el pago
Es la que corre por tus venas
Fin de cuentas, siguen las retas
Pago mi renta y el flow se incrementa
Se te ve a lo lejos
Te reflejas, mijo, pero no somos espejos
Canto dondequiera que llego
Sienten el fuego, arde su ego
La que le tengo a mi apá
Por tener a mi amá y que su hijo fuera ya
Las cosas fácil les gano
¿Cómo no vo' a decirlo? Si por eso he trabajado
Ey síganla teniendo
Tiempo perdiendo, en vez de produciendo
Contré este flow que está flama
Y sé que me amas, lo que tú tienes se llama
Envidia, puto, envidia
Envi-, envidia
Envidia, envidia
Envi-, envidia
Envidia
La traición es una vieja tradición
Es la comadre favorita de la envidia
Se traga viva a la gente por dentro muy lentamente
Por eso el traidor llegado el día se empieza a caer a pedazos ante la vista de todos
Ja, he visto traidores exigiendo lealtad, chinga'o
Y no, no tienen remedio, ni siquiera perdón
Una persona traicionera las paga todas
Ya se ve un jalón con angustiosos sabores, pero seguro las paga
El karma y la consciencia no se llevan bien, por eso el traidor está consciente de lo que debe
Y el karma lo busca, lo encuentra y le cobra, a huevo
Así finalmente el traidor se muere, se muere de celos
Oye, traidor, te estoy hablando a ti, perro
¿Qué creíste que no me iba a dar cuenta de lo culero?
Eres como persona, tú no tienes precio
Porque no vales pa' verga, pinche morro meco
Me cago en ti y en todos tus muertos
Porque eso viene de costumbre a falta de respeto
Antes eras mi amigo, pero te quedaste muerto
Con el corazón podrido con un pinche hueco
Maldito insecto, tu veneno no hizo efecto
Y al respecto, respeto no entra en tu dialecto
Estás enfermo, no existe cura para un ser soberbio
Y no te llevo al ministerio pa' que te juzgue el infierno
Pa' que te juzgue el infierno, primo
Siempre suelto flamas cuando rimo (siempre, pum pum, pum)
Pa' mi estás muerto, deja te calcino
Y tiro tu ceniza a donde los porcinos
In these lyrics, Alemán and Elote el Barbaro address the themes of envy and betrayal. They start by acknowledging the envious individuals who constantly watch their every move, particularly when it comes to their success and financial gains. The song suggests that envy flows through the veins of these people and urges them to learn to do good things instead. Despite the envious gaze, Alemán and Elote continue to progress and elevate their flow, paying their bills and increasing their artistic abilities.
The artists create a metaphorical distance between themselves and those who envy them, emphasizing that while these individuals may reflect their image, they are not mirrors. They express their ability to perform and make an impact wherever they go, and when they do, it ignites the ego of those who envy them. Alemán then mentions his admiration for his father (apá) and how grateful he is for his mother (amá), stating that through their support, he has achieved success. By highlighting his hard work, Alemán implies that his achievements have not come easily.
Moving on to the theme of betrayal, the song describes it as an age-old tradition and the favorite companion of envy. The lyrics suggest that betrayal eats away at individuals from within, slowly destroying them until they fall apart in front of everyone. The artists have witnessed traitors demanding loyalty but, the song asserts, there is no remedy or forgiveness for them because the consequences of betraying others are inevitable.
The lyrics continue by noting that the traitor eventually pays for their actions. The concept of karma and conscience is introduced, insinuating that the traitor is aware of the consequences they will face. The song states that karma seeks them out, finds them, and makes them pay for their deeds. Ultimately, the traitor dies from the jealousy that consumes them.
Addressing the traitor directly, Alemán and Elote express their disdain for their actions. They emphasize that the traitor is worthless, lacking any value or integrity. The artists insult the traitor, expressing utter contempt for them and their disrespectful behavior. The song suggests that the traitor was once their friend but has now become spiritually dead, with a corrupted heart. Alemán and Elote call out the traitor's toxicity, highlighting their inability to change and the lack of a cure for their arrogance and sickness. They conclude by metaphorically stating that they will burn the traitor to ashes and throw them to the pigs. This imagery emphasizes the artists' desire to completely eliminate the traitor from their lives.
Line by Line Meaning
Pinche fijado, siempre mirando lo que hago
You're constantly fixated, always watching what I do
Siempre viendo cómo gano y recibo el pago
Always seeing how I win and receive payment
Es la que corre por tus venas
Envy is what flows through your veins
Y espero al menos aprendas, hay que hacer las cosas buenas
And I hope you at least learn that we have to do the right things
Fin de cuentas, siguen las retas
In the end, the challenges continue
Pago mi renta y el flow se incrementa
I pay my rent and my flow increases
Se te ve a lo lejos
You can be seen from far away
Te reflejas, mijo, pero no somos espejos
You reflect, my son, but we're not mirrors
Canto dondequiera que llego
I sing wherever I go
Sienten el fuego, arde su ego
They feel the fire, their ego burns
La que le tengo a mi apá
The love I have for my dad
Por tener a mi amá y que su hijo fuera ya
For having my mom and making her son successful
Las cosas fácil les gano
I easily win things
¿Cómo no vo' a decirlo? Si por eso he trabajado
How could I not say it? I've worked hard for it
Ey síganla teniendo
Hey, keep holding on to it
Tiempo perdiendo, en vez de produciendo
Wasting time instead of being productive
Contré este flow que está flama
I found this flow that's on fire
Y sé que me amas, lo que tú tienes se llama
And I know you envy me, what you have is called envy
La traición es una vieja tradición
Betrayal is an old tradition
Es la comadre favorita de la envidia
It's envy's favorite accomplice
Se traga viva a la gente por dentro muy lentamente
It devours people from the inside very slowly
Por eso el traidor llegado el día se empieza a caer a pedazos ante la vista de todos
That's why the traitor starts to fall apart in front of everyone's eyes
Ja, he visto traidores exigiendo lealtad, chinga'o
Ha, I've seen traitors demanding loyalty, damn
Y no, no tienen remedio, ni siquiera perdón
And no, there's no cure for them, not even forgiveness
Una persona traicionera las paga todas
A treacherous person pays for all of it
Ya se ve un jalón con angustiosos sabores, pero seguro las paga
They may seem to be getting away with it, but they'll surely pay
El karma y la consciencia no se llevan bien, por eso el traidor está consciente de lo que debe
Karma and consciousness don't get along, that's why the traitor is aware of what they owe
Y el karma lo busca, lo encuentra y le cobra, a huevo
And karma searches for them, finds them, and makes them pay, for sure
Así finalmente el traidor se muere, se muere de celos
That's how the traitor finally dies, dies of jealousy
Oye, traidor, te estoy hablando a ti, perro
Hey, traitor, I'm talking to you, dog
¿Qué creíste que no me iba a dar cuenta de lo culero?
Did you think I wouldn't notice how shitty you are?
Eres como persona, tú no tienes precio
As a person, you're worthless
Porque no vales pa' verga, pinche morro meco
Because you're not worth shit, you damn dumbass
Me cago en ti y en todos tus muertos
I shit on you and all your dead relatives
Porque eso viene de costumbre a falta de respeto
Because that's what happens when there's a lack of respect
Antes eras mi amigo, pero te quedaste muerto
You used to be my friend, but you're dead now
Con el corazón podrido con un pinche hueco
With a rotten heart and a damn hole
Maldito insecto, tu veneno no hizo efecto
Damn insect, your venom had no effect
Y al respecto, respeto no entra en tu dialecto
And in that regard, respect doesn't exist in your vocabulary
Estás enfermo, no existe cura para un ser soberbio
You're sick, there's no cure for an arrogant being
Y no te llevo al ministerio pa' que te juzgue el infierno
And I won't take you to the ministry to be judged by hell
Pa' que te juzgue el infierno, primo
To be judged by hell, cousin
Siempre suelto flamas cuando rimo (siempre, pum pum, pum)
I always spit fire when I rhyme (always, boom boom, boom)
Pa' mi estás muerto, deja te calcino
For me, you're dead, let me incinerate you
Y tiro tu ceniza a donde los porcinos
And I'll throw your ashes where the swine are
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Erick Aleman
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