Lyrics and translation Rapsusklei feat. Hermano Ele - Put Your Hands Up

Put Your Hands Up

Y mis graffiteros donde están (Put your hands up)
Todos los Dj's haciendo scratch (Put your hands up)
Todos los B.Boys están dando vueltas,
En el suelo desafiando la ley de gravedad (Put your hands up)
Hay mil Mc's en cada ciudad (Put your hands up)
Beat Box real de calidad (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)

Sean bienvenidos al Hip Hop
Las manos en el aire cuando sientan el feed back, tic tac!!!
Aún nos quedan litros de tinta,
La técnica en el micro chico vuelta a lo vintage, los...
Artistas, pintan los muros,
Quemando los platos, los micros, bailando puro ¡Oh!
Ha sido duro, seguro pero te juro,
Que tuvo un futuro oscuro y maduro mantuvo puro y el furor.
No pasar mas calamidad,
Estabilidad, camina a mi lado habilidad,
Hey! adivinad, ya la divinidad piro,
Si le pongo mas sangre que un vampiro,
Yo camino, escribo en pergamino,
Sobre el tatami, mami, dictamino,
Es Origami, a mi dame un papiro,
Si lo escribo lo convierto en zafiro ¡Oh!

Y mis graffiteros donde están (Put your hands up)
Todos los Dj's haciendo scratch (Put your hands up)
Todos los B.Boys están dando vueltas,
En el suelo desafiando la ley de gravedad (Put your hands up)
Hay mil Mc's en cada ciudad (Put your hands up)
Beat Box real de calidad (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)

Caigo y levanto en el aguacero,
Sincero como mi canto si hay llanto en mi lapicero, quiero...
Que me suban manos en alto,
Las reinas de la calle y los reyes del asfalto.
Pom, Pom!!! quemando escenarios,
The warriors, sonando en los barrios ¡Oh!
Se juntaron el ritmo y la voz,
Con los hijos del Blues y del Soul y del Funk.
Block partys, fiestas en la acera,
Los trenes pintados, los B Boys gastando suela,
Los DJ's rascando discos, los M'Cs creando escuela,
Amantes de la cultura soy Hip Hop hasta que muera.
Escucha al bloque, el ritmo no para,
El Hip Hop nos une lo que el futbol separa ¡Ah!
Nació en el Bronx a mediados de los 70,
Y todavía hay quien lo representa, What!

Y mis graffiteros donde están (Put your hands up)
Todos los Dj's haciendo scratch (Put your hands up)
Todos los B.Boys están dando vueltas,
En el suelo desafiando la ley de gravedad (Put your hands up)
Hay mil Mc's en cada ciudad (Put your hands up)
Beat Box real de calidad (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)

Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
Desde pequeño lo sigo, lo amo, lo vivo,
Y lo admiro y nunca he sido infiel.
Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
Por que le debo el respeto y lo siento,
Y lo llevo tatuado dentro de mi piel.
Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
Hoy en día es torre de babel,
Incluso hay hasta quien lo vende en un burdel.
Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
Que estructuras no bajen nivel,
Por eso hago esculturas con este papel, ¡ves!

Ves, solo soy lo que ves,
Cuando subo a la tarima o cuando bajo después,
Títeres, que lo hacen por interés,
Son vírgenes en el papel de chicos 10.
Me quedo con los Don Nadies,
Por que aquí es, mejor que varíes,
Bajo mis pies, tengo el mundo del revés.
Por eso lo mantengo puro como KRS One.

Y mis graffiteros donde están (Put your hands up)
Todos los Dj's haciendo scratch (Put your hands up)
Todos los B.Boys están dando vueltas,
En el suelo desafiando la ley de gravedad (Put your hands up)
Hay mil Mc's en cada ciudad (Put your hands up)
Beat Box real de calidad (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)
Manos al aire por el Hip (Put your hands up)

Put Your Hands Up

And my graffiti artists, where are they? (Put your hands up)
All the DJs are scratching (Put your hands up)
All the B-Boys are spinning,
On the ground, defying the law of gravity (Put your hands up)
There are a thousand MCs in every city (Put your hands up)
Real quality Beat Box (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)

Welcome to Hip Hop
Hands in the air when you feel the feedback, tick tock!!!
We still have liters of ink left,
The technique on the mic boy back to vintage, the...
Artists, painting the walls,
Burning the turntables, the mics, dancing pure, Oh!
It's been hard, for sure, but I swear to you,
That it had a dark and mature future, it kept pure and the fury.
No more calamity,
Stability, walk by my side, ability,
Hey! guess what, the divinity is already spitting fire,
If I put more blood on it than a vampire,
I walk, I write on parchment,
On the tatami, mami, I dictate,
It's Origami, give me a papyrus,
If I write it I turn it into sapphire, Oh!

And my graffiti artists, where are they? (Put your hands up)
All the DJs are scratching (Put your hands up)
All the B-Boys are spinning,
On the ground, defying the law of gravity (Put your hands up)
There are a thousand MCs in every city (Put your hands up)
Real quality Beat Box (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)

I fall and get up in the downpour,
Sincere as my singing if there are tears in my pen, I want...
Hands up in the air,
The queens of the street and the kings of the asphalt.
Boom, Boom!!! burning stages,
The warriors, sounding in the neighborhoods, Oh!
The rhythm and the voice came together,
With the sons of Blues and Soul and Funk.
Block parties, parties on the steel,
The painted trains, the B Boys wearing out their soles,
The DJs scratching records, the MCs creating schools,
Lovers of the culture, I'm Hip Hop until I die.
Listen to the block, the rhythm doesn't stop,
Hip Hop unites us what soccer separates, Ah!
Born in the Bronx in the mid-70s,
And there are still those who represent it, What!

And my graffiti artists, where are they? (Put your hands up)
All the DJs are scratching (Put your hands up)
All the B-Boys are spinning,
On the ground, defying the law of gravity (Put your hands up)
There are a thousand MCs in every city (Put your hands up)
Real quality Beat Box (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)

Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
I've been following it since I was a child, I love it, I live it,
And I admire it and I have never been unfaithful.
Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
Because I owe it respect and I feel it,
And I have it tattooed inside my skin.
Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
Nowadays it's the Tower of Babel,
There are even those who sell it in a brothel.
Uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!!!
May the structures not lower the level,
That's why I make sculptures with this paper, you see!

You see, I'm just what you see,
When I go up on stage or when I go down afterwards,
Puppets, who do it out of self-interest,
They are virgins on the role of 10 guys.
I stay with the Don Nobodys,
Because here it is, better that you vary,
Under my feet, I have the world upside down.
That's why I keep it pure like KRS One.

And my graffiti artists, where are they? (Put your hands up)
All the DJs are scratching (Put your hands up)
All the B-Boys are spinning,
On the ground, defying the law of gravity (Put your hands up)
There are a thousand MCs in every city (Put your hands up)
Real quality Beat Box (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)
Hands up for Hip Hop (Put your hands up)