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Los 4 Vientos

En un lugar remoto a las afueras del planeta se encontraron escrituras q dicen ser poenticas
Ya fueron revisadas con cautela y precaucion relatan la creacion de una civilisacion
Que nacion de la explocion cuando chocaron elementos quimica perfecta que crearon 4 vientos
Los mc los djs b-boys y graffiteros dioses del hip hop q lo an moldeando con esmero
El ultimo te pinta sus ideas en paredes con mensajes jerogrificos codigos sorprendentes no cualquiera los entiende
Soy complejos y creativos tienes que observarlos con un ojo apreciativo
No son la propaganda que te venden en los medios
No son los dibujitos uqe te pitan los gorbiernos
Son artes del futuro pintados en el desvelo
A vase de aerosoles a escondidas de los credos
El bboy es el que con su danza comunica su pasion por el hip hop y con su cuerpo te lo explica
No deja de sorprenderte con sus nudos increibles
Ganando la batalla con su voz inconfundible
Brazon cruzados y piernas separadas
Estilos de movimiento q con nada se compara
Xq no es coreografiado ni mamadas del perreo
Un carton al piso y el asfalto como lienzo
Moviendo torciento al ritmo de los breaks
Siguiendo hacia delante nos topamos al dj
El diostornamesista que controla los vinilos
Creador de los maxtape y los crachos en los platillos
Sin el no no sria igual el beat
Se dice que el nacio desde hace mucho antes que el mc
Su art no es sencillo y es dificil de explicar
Por que no es mesclar el pop es hacer magia con las manos
Por ultimo nos vamos con el cuarto de los vientos
El mc q con su lirica expresa conocimineto
La tariama en su santuario es como su templo ai es donde te grita
Hasta quedarse sin aliento
En su alma estan los versos la tinta ocrre en sus venas
Sangrando cuando escribe el libre de culpa pena
Hay muchos que dicen que son por que lo piensa
Trono es solo hablar si no hacerlo con destreza
No esta nada facil mantenerte en lo real
Son muchos los que optan por un bien superficial
Es como un samurai como un micro como su sable veros improvisado como un medio de combatee
Eso es lo quye encontraron elaquellos documentos
Su historias escrita en mucho tiempo
Esos son los elemnetos que comoponen al hip hop
El dj el mc el graffitero y el bboy siii

The 4 Winds

In a remote place on the outskirts of the planet, writings were found that claim to be poetic
They have been reviewed with caution and care, and they tell the story of the creation of a civilization
A nation born from the explosion when elements collided, a perfect chemistry that created 4 winds
The MCs, the DJs, B-boys and graffiti artists, gods of hip hop who have shaped it with care
The last one paints his ideas on walls with hieroglyphic messages, surprising codes not everyone understands
I am complex and creative, you have to observe them with an appreciative eye
They are not the propaganda that the media sells you
They are not the little drawings that governments whistle at you
They are arts of the future painted in sleeplessness
Based on aerosols, hidden from creeds
The B-boy is the one who communicates his passion for hip hop with his dance and explains it to you with his body
He never ceases to amaze you with his incredible knots
Winning the battle with his unmistakable voice
Crossed arms and legs apart
Movement styles that cannot be compared to anything
Because it's not choreographed or perreo bullshit
A cardboard on the floor and the asphalt as a canvas
Moving twisting to the rhythm of the breaks
Moving forward we come across the DJ
The turntablist who controls the vinyls
Creator of mixtapes and scratches on the cymbals
Without him the beat wouldn't be the same
It is said that he was born long before the MC
His art is not simple and it is difficult to explain
Because it's not about mixing pop, it's about making magic with your hands
Finally we go with the fourth of the winds
The MC who expresses knowledge with his lyrics
The stage is his sanctuary, it's like his temple, that's where he shouts at you
Until he runs out of breath
The verses are in his soul, the ink runs in his veins
Bleeding when he writes, free of guilt and pain
There are many who say they are because they think so
The throne is only about speaking, not doing it with skill
It's not easy to stay real
There are many who opt for a superficial good
He is like a samurai, like a microphone, like his saber, improvised verses as a means of combat
That's what they found in those documents
Their story written long ago
Those are the elements that make up hip hop
The DJ, the MC, the graffiti artist and the B-boy, yes