Fuego
El Sepulturero Lyrics

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Le pongo sabor con mi rap a la calle comparto escuchar los versos que en mi yacen
Yo soy hip-hop y vago de a madre llevo más de 10 haciendo mi jale
Crecí en los 90s rapeando con baile me hice un mc en calles y congales
Cargando mi mochila pluma y papel y dos que tres aerosoles para trazar my name
Mi nombre sabe machín en tu pared kiubole perro yo soy aquel, aquel cabrón que te platique
Que te iba a sepultar con rimas perché así es mi ñero en el Hood hay fuego
Y tu cagando crees ser el bueno tus palabras tiemblan en mis terrenos
Solloza este eco en la jungla de concreto quien dice lo contrario vivimos un infierno

La amiga catrina hoy dormita en los techos la muerte redacta en periódicos netos
No hables de más que soy un ñero fresco si eres fuereño vibra respeto

Aquí mhuda fucker yo soy el ghetto porque soy de la VG soy selecto
Sereno moreno que hoy ando contento.

Overall Meaning

These lyrics, from El Sepulturero's song "Fuego," showcase the artist's passion for rap music and his connection to his surroundings. He starts by stating that he adds flavor to the streets with his rap, sharing the verses that reside within him. He proudly identifies himself as a hip-hop artist and a vagabond, emphasizing his dedication to his craft for over a decade. He reminisces about the 90s, where he would rap and dance, and his experience of becoming an MC in the streets and hidden places.

He depicts himself carrying a backpack with pens, paper, and a couple of spray cans to leave his mark with graffiti. This demonstrates his commitment to his art form and the influence of street culture on his music. He takes pride in the reputation he has built, claiming that his name resonates powerfully on the walls. His confidence shines through as he references his ability to bury others with his rhymes, highlighting his skill as a rapper.

The lyrics then shift to El Sepulturero addressing someone who believes they are superior or better than him. He challenges their arrogance, suggesting that their words tremble on his turf. He describes their fear and vulnerability, asserting his dominance and control over his territory. The imagery of living in an inferno emphasizes the harsh reality of his environment, where the friend-like figure, "La amiga catrina," metaphorically represents death lurking in every corner.

El Sepulturero warns this person not to speak too much because he is a fresh vagabond, deserving of respect. He identifies himself as the representative of the "hood" or the ghetto, proudly highlighting his roots in the VG (possibly a specific neighborhood or community). He portrays himself as calm, content, and self-assured, symbolizing his ability to overcome challenges and find happiness despite the hardships surrounding him.

Overall, these lyrics showcase El Sepulturero's deep connection to hip-hop culture, his expression of identity, and his resilience in the face of adversity. They deliver a powerful message of self-empowerment and the ability to rise above challenging circumstances.

Line by Line Meaning

Le pongo sabor con mi rap a la calle comparto escuchar los versos que en mi yacen
I bring flavor to the street with my rap, I enjoy listening to the verses that reside within me.

Yo soy hip-hop y vago de a madre llevo más de 10 haciendo mi jale
I am hip-hop and a hardcore slacker, I've been doing my job for over 10 years.

Crecí en los 90s rapeando con baile me hice un mc en calles y congales
I grew up in the 90s rapping with dance, I became an MC in the streets and gatherings.

Cargando mi mochila pluma y papel y dos que tres aerosoles para trazar my name
Carrying my backpack with pen and paper, and a couple of spray cans to tag my name.

Mi nombre sabe machín en tu pared kiubole perro yo soy aquel, aquel cabrón que te platique
My name is known well on your wall, what's up dog? I'm the one who told you.

Que te iba a sepultar con rimas perché así es mi ñero en el Hood hay fuego
That I was going to bury you with rhymes because that's how my homies are, there's fire in the Hood.

Y tu cagando crees ser el bueno tus palabras tiemblan en mis terrenos
And you, thinking you're the good one, your words tremble in my territory.

Solloza este eco en la jungla de concreto quien dice lo contrario vivimos un infierno
This echo wails in the concrete jungle, whoever says otherwise, we live in hell.

La amiga catrina hoy dormita en los techos la muerte redacta en periódicos netos
Lady Catrina sleeps on the rooftops today, death writes in clean newspapers.

No hables de más que soy un ñero fresco si eres fuereño vibra respeto
Don't talk too much, I'm a fresh badass if you're an outsider, show respect.

Aquí mhuda fucker yo soy el ghetto porque soy de la VG soy selecto
Here, my dude, fucker, I am the ghetto because I'm from the VG, I'm selective.

Sereno moreno que hoy ando contento.
Calm and dark-skinned, today I am happy.

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, THE MUSIC GOES ROUND
Written by: Angel Figueroa, Javid David Fernandez, Michael Delgado, Nelson Diaz, Nelson Santos

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