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Eso Es el Arte

Check check.
Ajá ajá ja.
You, el pinganillas volumen dos, bro.
Eso es el arte, ja, eso es el arte, eso es el arte.
You, mira.

Hoy nace el respeto cuando se habla más fuerte
Con insultos denigrando, mostrándose valiente.
Antes no era fácil, nadie era MC, y el sentimiento
Se pasaba en tus manos con un cassete.
Los códigos a piel no tenían barra', hablar de rap
Era importante y nadie se insultaba.
Hoy todos forman parte de una gran amalgama
Que te define por su género cuando antes eran rama, hoy.
Ellos nos ven como un producto, una oportunidad de retomar
Lo marginal y hacerlo a gusto. Pa' apaciguar el guetto,
Venderte alguna tranza, si cuando el rap llegó la ropa no
Era de las marcas, así es como te llega el valor pa' que fomentes
El arte de un sector que se rige por lo que siente y es que,
Sabemos lo que sigue, no fue casualidad lo que le hizo la
Industria a Tupac Shakur y Biggie, you.
Tomo el control pa' hacer canciones bomba y así marcar el suelo
Como lo hace Dr. Hofmann. Mi mente no sigue las normas ni nada
Conozco cara a cara del poder y sé donde disparan.
Ellos quieren el arte porque el arte es peligroso, ellos quieren
Atarte a su concepto y negocio, por eso la industria llega a cada
Rincón en donde el arte es la
Protesta encarnada en canción, eso es el arte.

Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fe... fe... fell
Eso es el arte
Poestry's deep, poetry's deep, poetry's deep. I never fe... fell.
Eso es el arte
Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fell.

Oye, oye, mira la escena hoy se mueve con el ego en un block
Tirando humo a la pantalla hablando blunt y one love
Ya se olvidaron de Bambaataa y lo que fue Planet Rocks
Y para algunos moda es hablar de revolución, hoy todo cambia
Al ritmo del complot y su comercio,
Violencia, arma', libertinaje, droga
Y sexo, hablan por los nuestros de calle y movimiento, y la cultura
Que conocen fue establecida por Red Bull. Cuantos cabros quieren
Ir contra la ley,
Y cuantos cabros ven su imagen reflejada en Lil Wayne,
Qué pasó con Kanye West, qué pasó con Jay Z, por qué la industria
Cambia los conceptos de cultura y MC, nadie sabe. Cuando tu rap
Sale en comerciales logra que el mercado
Se imponga y prive libertades (que te calles)
Vamos tu eres un Gangsta,
Rapea sucio y que la calle te respete y te aplauda.
El género te hace hablar de ti mismo, hacer del rap algo misógeno
Mientras se venda al ritmo,
Enfoca tu atención pa' defender del fanatismo,
Pero dos conciertos llenos no representan nuestro hip hop.
No les creo,
Así mataron la conciencia y veo que los Yankees en tu chaqueta
No entienden lo que rapeo,
Ni tu video ni tu ego forman parte de aquella
Arma que al sistema deja al margen, eso es el arte.

Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fe... fe... fell
Eso es el arte
Poestry's deep, poetry's deep, poetry's deep. I never fe... fell.
Eso es el arte
Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fell.

That's Art

Check, check.
Aha, aha, ha.
You, the big shot volume two, bro.
That's art, ha, that's art, that's art.
You, look.

Today, respect is born when you speak louder,
With insults degrading, showing yourself brave.
Before it wasn't easy, nobody was an MC, and the feeling
Was passed on with a cassette tape.
The codes on your skin didn't have bars, talking about rap
Was important, and nobody insulted each other.
Today, everyone is part of a great amalgam
That defines you by its genre, when before they were branches, today.
They see us as a product, an opportunity to retake
The marginal and do it to their liking. To appease the ghetto,
To sell you some hustle, when rap arrived the clothes weren't
From brands, that's how you get the value to promote
The art of a sector that is governed by what it feels, and that is,
We know what's next, it wasn't a coincidence what the
Industry did to Tupac Shakur and Biggie, you.
I take control to make bomb songs, and thus mark the ground
Like Dr. Hofmann does. My mind doesn't follow norms or anything.
I know the face of power and I know where they shoot.
They want art because art is dangerous, they want
To tie you to their concept and business, that's why the industry reaches every
Corner where art is the
Protest embodied in a song, that's art.

Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fe... fe... fell.
That's art.
Poetry's deep, poetry's deep, poetry's deep. I never fe... fell.
That's art.
Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fell.

Hey, hey, look at the scene today, it moves with the ego in a block.
Blowing smoke at the screen, talking about blunt and one love.
They've already forgotten about Bambaataa and what Planet Rock was.
And for some, fashion is talking about revolution, today everything changes
To the rhythm of the plot and its commerce,
Violence, weapons, debauchery, drugs
And sex, they speak for our people on the street and the movement, and the culture
They know was established by Red Bull. How many guys want
To go against the law,
And how many guys see their image reflected in Lil Wayne.
What happened to Kanye West, what happened to Jay Z, why does the industry
Change the concepts of culture and MC, nobody knows. When your rap
Comes out in commercials, it makes the market
Impose itself and deprive freedoms (that you shut up).
Come on, you're a gangster,
Rap dirty and may the street respect you and applaud you.
The genre makes you talk about yourself, make rap something misogynistic
While it's sold to the rhythm,
Focus your attention to defend against fanaticism,
But two full concerts don't represent our hip hop.
I don't believe them,
That's how they killed the conscience and I see that the Yankees on your jacket
Don't understand what I rap,
Neither your video nor your ego are part of that
Weapon that leaves the system on the sidelines, that's art.

Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fe... fe... fell.
That's art.
Poetry's deep, poetry's deep, poetry's deep. I never fe... fell.
That's art.
Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poet... Poetry's deep. I never fell.