RAPSINCORTE 51 Lyrics by Foyone is a latest Spanish song in the voice of Foyone. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new Rapsincorte 51 song lyrics are also written by Foyone. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. It is an intense, raw track where the rapper reflects on his personal experiences and struggles, blending street wisdom with sharp lyricism. He talks about life in tough neighborhoods, where crime and survival are part of the daily grind. Foyone emphasizes his independence, authenticity, and how his art stems from real-life hardships. The song also highlights his pride in Latin culture, his relentless work ethic, and the unity among Latin American countries. The flow is fast-paced and gritty, matching the energy of the streets he describes.
RAPSINCORTE 51 Lyrics
[Letra de “RAPSINCORTE 51”]
[Parte I]
[Verso 1: Foyone]
Escupo mi retórica, mierda masónica
Lo’ movimiento’ que hago escapan de la lógica
Fuerza pa’l que lo lleva de bandera y da igual donde esté
El mundo es un barrio, primo, va a estar todo bien
Yo no te vendo cuento’, solo te muestro talento
Me quieren en to’ la’o como un billete de quiniento’
Describo lo que siento, latino’ mi’ vocablo’
Crecimo’ en el infierno, vengo en modo diablo
[Verso 2: C.R.O]
‘Toy cocinando eso’ cristale’ dentro del laboratorio
Y esa puta me mira con cara de amor-odio
Fui criado en el manicomio con todo’ lo’ demonio’
Así que no te me pongas el moño
Estoy con Foyone haciendo un rap sin corte
Corté toda’ la’ droga’ y ahora tengo el doble
Ando con lo’ gitano’ y con la gente noble
Si hablan demasiado, te mandamo’ al sobre
[Verso 3: Acru]
Sí, los lunes detecto el túnel del texto
Y me surge del cuerpo el tupé del puzzle perfecto
Surten efecto, las cruce’ que puse pulen espectro
Y se unen en esto, gente que vio la luz como un shooter del centro
Sí, es pan comido, tss, te tapo el vino
Alfil dorado, rimo, escavo y salgo al banco río
Damn, A-C-R-U
Sé que la envidia no es sanguínea, así que envían salud
[Verso 4: Akapellah]
Entro en popa pasando por encima con mi truck
Camino por la luna como el rey del pop
Traje un block, no Glock, ain’t got no plus
Soy yo y mi voz que me dio mi dios, ah
So amazing, terrible, incredible
Lo sé porque yo mismo me sorprendo con mi juego
Voy por la banda como Roberto Carlos
Quieren y lo intentan, pero no pueden lograrlo, yeah
[Puente: El Doctor]
Pup-pup-pup
Pup-pup-pup-pup
RAPSINCORTE
Foyone, Doctor
Es El Doctor, damn
[Verso 5: El Doctor]
Gasté en droga lo que cuesta un puto Lamborghini
Tengo a los haters que se creen que son Mussolini
Tras la pantalla del teclado les pinta el Biondini
Escuchan rappers con la onda Daniel Agostini
Con mi pistola par de bala’, la dejo vacía
Mi güacha siempre el revólver me lo escondía
Le di cañazo’ a par de gile’ que no la entendían
Vida de rockstar y eso que no firmé con Lauria
[Verso 6: Homer El Mero Mero & T&K]
De la tierra de tanguero yo soy el que se destaca
Cuando tiene un 2×4 sonando como una Ithaca
Vaca gorda, vaca flaca y a la gorra se le escapa
Será porque siempre tratan de llevarse alguna paca
Si ellos quieren caramelo, solo pincho la piñata
Para comprar su silencio por si alguno me delata
Tengo siempre la del norte, acá no hay corte ni resaca
Y hago esto por deporte como cuando no había plata (Fu*k)
[Verso 7: T&K]
Eclipso el cielo nuevamente para un rap sin corte
Luna nueva y sol creciente en mi neocórtex
En la dialéctica más marginal magnética de Villa Angélica
Sal world, espero cold y quieren reducir mis sueños
A unas métricas y polémicas, algorítmicas, estadísticas y numéricas
Tan orgulliana y geminiana a mí me ampara
La fuerza que produce una campana, así como a mis panas
[Verso 8: Klan]
Traigo mierda pura por si tienen dudas
Las musas para mí siempre bailan desnudas
No tengo barras buenas, tengo barras crudas
Nunca tuve miedos en el barrio a oscuras
En mis venas ya no hay sangre, ahora hay pintura
Me muero grafitero y haciendo cultura
Rapero trenero, el don de la escritura
Siempre que entuntuna el cambio desfigura
[Verso 9: Soui Uno]
Doy fé a mi género, nunca compré con ese gigoló
Tus ídolos están en un limbo, el mío sana mi dolor
Latina y me amotino, atino y genero temblor
Patina en ese círculo y hoy cuido de mi alrededor
Yo que gano hasta cuando pierdo, que acaricio muerdo
Que me gusta gastar si no tengo, por eso me endeudo
A mí que me salvo el hip hop, de los cargos me absuelvo
Y cuando pinten los problemas pongo el pecho y lo resuelvo
[Parte II]
[Intro: Ronpe 99]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
Woh, yo, ah
[Verso 1: Ronpe 99]
Yo no sé bien de algoritmo, yo hago ritmo en verso
Si esto me sale hasta un pino, ya se pino sin esfuerzo
Sabe que soy un cochino ando chino, cero perso
Los que dieron sus contactos, si no hay tacto, no lo esfuerzo
Si cuantos espiritistas después toxiquean
Soy el que se queda pa’ aguantar cuando todos laquean
Desde el 2000 no sé cuánto, posponiendo está en cualquiera
Si al final el tiempo corre y no lo alcanzo mi carrera
[Verso 2: Zeballos]
Esto es rap sin corte, ma, suavecito
Estoy acá por algo como el coso del cosito
Rapeo, luego éxito en tu calorcito nocturno
Y ahí se mueren por un feat con el famosito de turno
Pure love inoportuno
En trance le hago el odio tan tierno, le hago el amor tan duro
Quieren ser el uno y no saben cómo se hace
Yo no sé hacer dos patrones, hago historia de ocho frases, woh
[Verso 3: Fianru]
Mi rap sin corte como la peruana
Te sellaron el pasaporte y estás en Punta Cana
Y aunque nunca fue a La Habana, tiene tre’ cubana’
La consiguió mexicaneando, activando la tana
La corbata colombiana con la sevillana
Como turco en la niebla, no ve nada
Y aunque venga la paira, aunque venga la guatemala
Pongo amor francé’ y suelto crema sudamericana
[Verso 4: mhtresuno]
Vivimos en el caos donde los guachos crecen
Jugando en el infierno, te roban desde lo’ trece
No existen los amigos, duermen a los inocentes
Por la plata y por la droga se está matando mucha gente
[Verso 5: Cerounno]
Yeah, sigo dando vueltas en el comedor
Es que transitar este momento es tan conmovedor
Mi ñeri supo que se viene en breve algo mejor
Incluso cuando su familia lo dejó
Se equivocaron por querer buscar el problemón
Pokémon, todos mis amigos son tu proveedor, ah
Me oyen de hace rato y se hacen los que no
Orejón, no te hagas el sordo que yo voy el mejor
[Verso 6: Lil Troca]
Dios me dijo: “To’ está escrito”, mi pescador favorito
Empecé como delito y terminé con modelitos
Si los míos están conmigo, ¿yo pa’ qué te necesito?
Ahora vuelvo a Cutral Co como el Diego volvió a Fiorito
Sin armas ni rencore’, solo plata y no amore’
Me fui de güacho de casa pa’ curar estos dolore’
Fumando en la ventana, esperaba tiempo’ mejore’
Y par de años despué’ estamos en el RAPSINCORTE con Foyone
[Verso 7: Foyone]
Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Colombia
Cantando saco fuera to’ lo que me agobia
Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Dominicana, México
Estamo’ en el mismo equipo, luchamo’ en el mismo ejército
Si el barrio queda mudo, lo curamos como médico
Reparto la esperanza como un aumento de crédito
Estoy vivo y pa’ mí eso ya es un éxito
Y mientras te la tallo, demuestro mis méritos, yo
[Outro: Foyone]
RAPSINCORTE 51 en la casa
Directo de Argentina pa’l mundo entero
Una bula, chavales, po-po, po
Yeah
Translation
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RAPSINCORTE 51 Lyrics Meaning
[Parte I]
[Verso 1: Foyone]
Foyone opens the track by spitting his own unique style, comparing his movement to something that defies logic. He gives a shoutout to those who carry their struggles proudly, saying no matter where you’re from, things will be alright. He emphasizes that he doesn’t sell fantasies; he showcases pure talent. He’s desired everywhere like valuable currency, expressing his thoughts in Latin-infused slang. Growing up in a harsh environment, he’s now channeling that survival mindset into his music, coming in strong and unapologetic.
[Verso 2: C.R.O]
C.R.O talks about his hustle, referring to “cooking crystals” as a metaphor for creating something valuable. He describes people who have mixed feelings toward him, and how he grew up surrounded by chaos. Teaming up with Foyone, he’s making uninterrupted rap, having left behind drügs, only to gain more success. He aligns himself with people from different walks of life, mentioning Romani people and noble-hearted individuals. He ends with a warning to those who talk too much, implying swift consequences.
[Verso 3: Acru]
Acru dives into how he finds deeper meaning in words and writing, comparing it to solving a puzzle. His metaphors sharpen his lyrical ability, attracting people who’ve also seen the light. His skills are effortless, and his confidence is so strong it can overshadow others. He likens himself to a golden chess piece, clever and strategic. Acru acknowledges jealousy but brushes it off, recognizing that others’ envy doesn’t affect his success, as they send him good wishes despite it.
[Verso 4: Akapellah]
Akapellah’s verse is filled with confidence, likening himself to legendary figures. He moves effortlessly, comparing his dominance to Michael Jackson’s moonwalk. Instead of relying on weapons (“Glock”), he’s armed with creativity and his voice, a gift from a higher power. He marvels at his own abilities, surprising himself with his skill. Like famous soccer player Roberto Carlos, he’s untouchable in his lane. Others try to compete, but they simply can’t measure up to his game.
[Puente: El Doctor]
A catchy bridge hyping the track, name-dropping Foyone and Doctor, keeping the energy high.
[Verso 5: El Doctor]
El Doctor reflects on spending excessive amounts of money on drügs, equivalent to a Lamborghini. He calls out his haters, comparing them to Mussolini, suggesting they’re dictators behind their keyboards, full of false confidence. He criticizes rappers who follow trendy, shallow styles, like Daniel Agostini. Despite his tough, rebellious lifestyle (symbolized by emptying a gun), he had a partner who tried to protect him by hiding his weapon. Despite misunderstandings with others, he’s living a wild rockstar life, even without major record deals.
[Verso 6: Homer El Mero Mero & T&K]
Homer talks about standing out as a tanguero, a reference to Argentina’s tango culture, while keeping a gritty, powerful style like a shotgun (Ithaca). He acknowledges times of wealth and hardship, comparing them to fat and skinny cows, referencing fluctuating fortunes. He hints at keeping people quiet to protect himself, possibly from betrayal. Homer’s approach is casual, treating his music like a sport he plays for fun, even when he didn’t have money.
[Verso 7: T&K]
T&K brings in a poetic vibe, speaking about eclipsing the sky with his music. He taps into cosmic metaphors, aligning a new moon and the sun’s growth with his own mental strength. His language is magnetic and deeply philosophical, reflecting on marginal experiences in a poor neighborhood. He highlights how people try to reduce his dreams to numbers and stats, but he’s supported by something much more profound and spiritual, symbolized by the power of a ringing bell, just like his close friends.
[Verso 8: Klan]
Klan delivers raw, unfiltered bars, bringing “pure s*it” to the table for anyone doubting him. He views inspiration as something natural and naked, with his creativity always flowing. His lyrics aren’t about being fancy but staying gritty and real, full of raw emotion. He’s fearless, unbothered by darkness or danger in the streets. Blood may no longer flow in his veins—now it’s paint, symbolizing his dedication to street art and culture. He’ll die an artist, always creating and changing.
[Verso 9: Soui Uno]
Soui Uno pledges loyalty to his genre, rejecting superficiality. While others’ idols may be lost, his craft heals his pain. He stands proud of his Latin roots, always hitting the mark and causing a stir. He watches out for those around him and keeps moving forward, even in failure. Hip-hop saved him, absolving him of guilt. When problems arise, he stands tall and faces them head-on, confident in his ability to overcome anything life throws his way.
[Parte II]
[Intro: Ronpe 99]
Hyping up the next section with energy and excitement.
[Verso 1: Ronpe 99]
Ronpe 99 talks about being more focused on rhythm and flow than complicated algorithms. He describes his process as effortless, comparing his skill to growing a pine tree without trying. He doesn’t force connections with people who lack real substance. He’s the one who sticks around when others bail, staying grounded when things get tough. Since the early 2000s, he’s been postponing minor distractions, aware that time moves fast and he needs to keep chasing his goals, even when time seems to outrun him.
[Verso 2: Zeballos]
Zeballos keeps it laid-back, saying that this rap without cuts is smooth and deliberate. He knows he’s here for a reason, even if it’s hard to pinpoint exactly what. He raps, succeeds, and keeps it lowkey, even when others die for a feature with a passing famous artist. His love for the craft comes at unpredictable moments, turning anger into passion and intensity. Others want to be number one, but Zeballos knows there’s a deeper method to being truly great, beyond just following trends.
[Verso 3: Fianru]
Fianru’s rap is as smooth and pure as the Peruvian lifestyle, while others feel trapped by their circumstances. He reflects on people’s attempts to escape and find freedom, whether by traveling or getting involved in illegal activities. Fianru himself mixes different influences, from Colombian and Spanish cultures to South American flair. Though people are blind to what’s going on, he puts love into his work and releases something pure and fresh, combining international styles with his own unique flavor.
[Verso 4: mhtresuno]
mhtresuno paints a dark picture of chaotic environments, where young kids grow up fast in rough conditions. From an early age, they’re exposed to crime and violence. In this world, trust is scarce, and even friendships are fragile. People are killed for money and drügs, reflecting a brutal reality that’s hard to escape.
[Verso 5: Cerounno]
Cerounno reflects on a personal moment of reflection, where he’s stuck in a loop, circling around in his own mind. This emotional state is powerful, as he sees hope on the horizon despite setbacks. Even when abandoned by family, he’s sure something better is coming. He mentions how people look for trouble unnecessarily, comparing his friends to Pokémon, always around but often overlooked. Despite being listened to for a long time, others act like they don’t hear him, but he knows his value.
[Verso 6: Lil Troca]
Lil Troca taps into a spiritual theme, saying his destiny is already written. His journey started in a tough place, but now he’s surrounded by success. His people are loyal, so he questions why he would need anyone else. He compares his return to his roots to Diego Maradona’s return to Fiorito. He’s left behind grudges and violence, focusing only on wealth. After leaving home to heal his emotional wounds, he spent years waiting for better times, and now he’s on top, collaborating with Foyone.
[Verso 7: Foyone]
Foyone closes out with a message of unity across Latin America. From Argentina to Mexico, he talks about how everyone’s fighting the same battles, no matter the country. He compares healing the neighborhood’s silence to a doctor treating a patient. Foyone spreads hope like increasing someone’s credit, knowing that being alive and present is already a victory. He uses his lyrics to showcase his achievements and prove his worth to the world.
[Outro: Foyone]
Wrapping up the track, Foyone proudly declares the power of “RAPSINCORTE 51,” representing Argentina and sending his message to the entire world, full of energy and confidence.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung RAPSINCORTE 51 song?
A. RAPSINCORTE 51 song is sung by Foyone.
Q. Who wrote RAPSINCORTE 51 lyrics?
A. RAPSINCORTE 51 lyrics are penned by Foyone.
Q. Who has given the music of RAPSINCORTE 51 song?
A. RAPSINCORTE 51 music is composed and produced by Foyone.
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