Interlúdio
bubaseta Lyrics


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Nadie es quien para juzgar,
Yo soy quien para rimar,
Cuando pequeño aprendiendo a caminar,
Escoje tu camino y acompañame a la calle a improvisar,
Soy el mismo de siempre y en mi mente vai a estar,
No quiero abrir contra las rejas,
El peso de los hechos se que pesa vieja,
No quiero cantantes que no dejen moraleja,
El recuerdo de mi mente no se aleja,
De caminos diferentes no habita,
El pasado nos deja,
En el mundo maneja,
Conociendo gente falsa y verdadera,
Cuando ai plata todo esta bien,
Ninguna gente se queja,
Me mata el dolor de cabeza,
Por tonterias se que encima se acompleja,
Algunos hablan mas de la cuenta
Pero sus letras no me llegan,
Yo quiero recordar años atras
Cuando salia,
Quizas hoy dia consideraria
Que fueron tonterias
Se rescataron vivencias buenas,
Cada uno a su manera,
Con los años se conoce a la gente
Ellos saben que en el pecho lo tengo,
Algunos no me interesan
No les importo
Bacan cuida tu horton el la posta,
De nadie dependo
Soi un solista preparado jamas sabras que pretendo.
Yo brindo por todos los presentes,
Por el mañana,
Y ojala que ninguno de los mios enceste
Sagaz ayudame con el sentimiento de la pista
Que no les entregare flow,
Les entregare letras por siempre,
Y salgo pa juntarme pa la calle 100pre
Alegre, tuve en lo externo yo veo sangre,
Me akostumbre con mi puño apretado con la sangre con tinta, ENTIENDE
Me deskito konmigo en el mes de Septiembre
Me he despertao pensando mie,
No quiero que mi mente me hable mas,
Me hace mal no dejare las letras .
Mis cejas se juntan
Arreglamo un mundo con mis yuntas
Y estoi pensando en dejar el planeta .
Hacer un ollo en la tierra primero,
Llegar hasta el infierno
Y pegarle uno pekao al diablo por weta
Depue pescarlo de la cola y darle unas vueltas




Tirarlo por el infinito y que lo confundan con un Cometa
(Que lo confundan con un cometa que lo confundan con un cometa)

Overall Meaning

These lyrics by Bubaseta in his song "Interludio" reflect his perspective on judgment, self-expression, and his experiences in life. Bubaseta starts by asserting that nobody has the right to judge him, as he is the one who chooses to express himself through rhyme. He compares his journey in life to a young child learning to walk, emphasizing the need to choose your own path and inviting others to join him on the street to improvise.


Bubaseta acknowledges that he remains true to himself and his thoughts will continue to be present in his mind. He expresses a desire to avoid confinement, both physically and creatively, and criticizes singers who do not offer any moral lessons in their music. He reflects on memories that linger in his mind, highlighting the impact of different paths people take and the presence of both fake and genuine individuals in the world.


In the next section, Bubaseta brings attention to the influence of money and how everything seems fine when there is wealth, leading to a lack of complaints. He describes the pain of headaches caused by trivial matters and how some people talk excessively without delivering lyrics that resonate with him. Bubaseta reminisces about the past when he used to go out, suggesting that what may have seemed like foolishness back then now holds cherished memories. Each person has their own way of living and with time, he has come to know the true nature of people. Although some do not interest him and do not care about him, he remains independent and prepared as a solo artist with hidden intentions.


In the final lines, Bubaseta toasts to the present, the future, and hopes that none of his loved ones make mistakes. He calls upon Sagaz, possibly a collaborator, to assist him in conveying the feelings and emotions of the track. Bubaseta states that he will not just offer flow, but lyrics that will endure. He expresses his joy in going out to the streets, mentioning the external bloodshed he witnesses, possibly referencing the violence and struggles he encounters. He describes a moment of self-reflection in September and expresses a desire to silence his own mind, acknowledging that it harms him but also affirms that he will never leave writing behind. Bubaseta concludes with a playful and imaginative verse, contemplating creating a hole in the Earth, reaching the depths of hell, and giving the devil a smack before tossing him into space to be mistaken for a comet.


Line by Line Meaning

Nadie es quien para juzgar,
No one has the right to judge others,


Yo soy quien para rimar,
I am the one who can rap,


Cuando pequeño aprendiendo a caminar,
When I was little, learning to walk,


Escoje tu camino y acompañame a la calle a improvisar,
Choose your path and join me on the street to freestyle,


Soy el mismo de siempre y en mi mente vai a estar,
I am still the same and will remain in my mind,


No quiero abrir contra las rejas,
I don't want to be trapped behind bars,


El peso de los hechos se que pesa vieja,
I know the weight of the past weighs heavy,


No quiero cantantes que no dejen moraleja,
I don't want singers who don't deliver a message,


El recuerdo de mi mente no se aleja,
The memory in my mind doesn't fade away,


De caminos diferentes no habita,
Different paths don't coexist,


El pasado nos deja,
The past leaves us,


En el mundo maneja,
In the world, it governs,


Conociendo gente falsa y verdadera,
Getting to know both fake and true people,


Cuando ai plata todo esta bien,
When there's money, everything seems fine,


Ninguna gente se queja,
No one complains,


Me mata el dolor de cabeza,
Headaches kill me,


Por tonterias se que encima se acompleja,
I know that it becomes complicated because of foolish things,


Algunos hablan mas de la cuenta
Some people talk too much,


Pero sus letras no me llegan,
But their lyrics don't resonate with me,


Yo quiero recordar años atras
I want to remember the years gone by,


Cuando salia,
When I used to go out,


Quizas hoy dia consideraria
Perhaps nowadays I would consider


Que fueron tonterias
That they were foolish things,


Se rescataron vivencias buenas,
Good experiences were rescued,


Cada uno a su manera,
Each in their own way,


Con los años se conoce a la gente
Over the years, you get to know people,


Ellos saben que en el pecho lo tengo,
They know I have it in my heart,


Algunos no me interesan
Some don't interest me,


No les importo
I don't matter to them,


Bacan cuida tu horton el la posta,
Cool, take care of what's important to you,


De nadie dependo
I don't depend on anyone,


Soi un solista preparado jamas sabras que pretendo.
I'm a soloist always prepared, you will never know my intentions.


Yo brindo por todos los presentes,
I toast to all those present,


Por el mañana,
For tomorrow,


Y ojala que ninguno de los mios enceste
And hopefully none of my people fail,


Sagaz ayudame con el sentimiento de la pista
Sagaz, help me with the feeling of the beat,


Que no les entregare flow,
I won't deliver flow to them,


Les entregare letras por siempre,
I will always deliver lyrics to them,


Y salgo pa juntarme pa la calle 100pre
And I go out to meet up in the street forever,


Alegre, tuve en lo externo yo veo sangre,
Happy, on the outside, I see blood,


Me akostumbre con mi puño apretado con la sangre con tinta, ENTIENDE
I got used to my clenched fist with blood and ink, UNDERSTAND


Me deskito konmigo en el mes de Septiembre
I distract myself with myself in the month of September,


Me he despertao pensando mie,
I woke up thinking about my shit,


No quiero que mi mente me hable mas,
I don't want my mind to talk to me anymore,


Me hace mal no dejare las letras .
It hurts me, but I won't stop the lyrics.


Mis cejas se juntan
My eyebrows come together,


Arreglamo un mundo con mis yuntas
We fix a world with my crew,


Y estoi pensando en dejar el planeta .
And I'm thinking about leaving the planet.


Hacer un ollo en la tierra primero,
Dig a hole in the ground first,


Llegar hasta el infierno
Get to hell,


Y pegarle uno pekao al diablo por weta
And give the devil a slap on the ass,


Depue pescarlo de la cola y darle unas vueltas
Then grab him by the tail and spin him around,


Tirarlo por el infinito y que lo confundan con un Cometa
Throw him into the infinite and let him be mistaken for a comet


(Que lo confundan con un cometa que lo confundan con un cometa)
(Let him be mistaken for a comet, let him be mistaken for a comet)




Writer(s): Gianni Canisso Sotomayor

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