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Keep It Real

Así como lo véo
Llevo años dando vuelta,
Buscando mucho oferta entre demanda y poca renta
Es verdad una delgada linea recta
Que separa lo que hago y lo que digo, dice: wake up!
Abra los ojos paisa
Seamos inteligentes a la hora de rimar cada palabra
Y que hay más contenido trás el bombo
Y que Air Max no me defina si compongo
Y que suene Porno, gordo como Big pun,
Pero lejos del mercado que mató a Biggie Smalls o a Tupac
Lejos del puto dolar,
De bebidas que te inhalas si prohíbe las pistolas
Y que cada zona de confort nunca te nuble
Si das la mano mijo no es un lujo es de costumbre
Y de esa costumbre la mente esa de usted donde
Habla como pobre pero vive y cobra a lo burgués
Porque la cosa es así no la niegue
La vaina que nos duele es que hasta el rap denigra a las mujeres
Que dando vuelta todo está en la tele
Y las drogas pasan piola si el artista se las muele
Y despierte si es que puede, pero hágalo notar
Detrás de cada rima hay mucho que reforzar y rimar
Pensar sacarse de la mente esa visión
Externa a uno que nos ve como entertainment
Que nos ve enterteinment
Redefiniendo los conceptos de la cultura y este arte
El arte de la esquina marginal y popular

Redefinamos el arte y el margen
Dale al arte un giro radical mi parce
Cuidarse, mirarse para dentro y
Sacarse lo burgués, desatarse a sus conceptos
Sea honesto consigo y los demás
La vaina en todos lados suena bien si dice la verdad
El rap es la vivencia de la esquina,
Una experiencia intervenida como toda América Latina
Y que suene killah como ghost face
A lo chamber 36 o el keep it real de Big L
Fresh como andar de cortaviento y que
Adidas no se coma mi palabra y lo que pienso
Es el momento pa' reflexionar,
Ser revolucionario y construir otra verdad
Lejos del capital y esa comodidad de artista y las
Cifras que te dicen cuanto vales pa' una industria gringa
El barrio es una chimba con su
Cultura popular luchando contra estigmas
Contra el mercado, el ego y su consigna
Su cultura musical machista y poco digna
My sister, my brother manténgase real aunque reestructuren sus valores
No más canciones defendiendo a quien lo explota
Inconscientemente como un policía afro no clan en Oakland
Trabajando pa otro clan
Keep it real! Bro
Mantén lo real!
Redefiniendo el arte y sus conceptos
Check check! Acá me dicen el cheese!
Impia malavita

Keep It Real

As I see it,
I've been going around for years,
Searching for a lot of supply among demand and little income.
It's true, a thin straight line
That separates what I do and what I say, says: wake up!
Open your eyes, friend,
Let's be smart when rhyming each word,
And that there's more content behind the hype,
And that Air Max doesn't define me if I compose.
And that it sounds Porno, fat like Big Pun,
But far from the market that killed Biggie Smalls or Tupac.
Far from the damn dollar,
From drinks you inhale if it prohibits guns,
And may each comfort zone never cloud you
If you shake hands, son, it's not a luxury, it's customary.
And from that custom, your mind, where
You speak like a poor man but live and charge like a bourgeois.
Because that's how it is, don't deny it,
The thing that hurts us is that even rap denigrates women.
That going around, everything is on TV,
And drugs go unnoticed if the artist grinds them up.
And wake up if you can, but make it known,
Behind every rhyme there's a lot to reinforce and rhyme.
Thinking about getting out of your mind that vision
External to us that sees us as entertainment.
That sees us as entertainment.
Redefining the concepts of culture and this art,
The art of the marginal and popular corner.

Let's redefine art and the margin,
Give art a radical turn, my partner.
Take care, look inside,
And get rid of the bourgeois, untie yourself from their concepts.
Be honest with yourself and others,
The thing sounds good everywhere if it speaks the truth.
Rap is the experience of the corner,
An experience intervened like all of Latin America.
And let it sound killah like Ghostface,
Like Chamber 36 or Big L's Keep it Real.
Fresh like walking in a windbreaker and that
Adidas doesn't eat my words and what I think.
It's time to reflect,
Be revolutionary and build another truth,
Far from capital and that comfort of an artist and the
Figures that tell you how much you're worth to a gringo industry.
The neighborhood is a chimba with its
Popular culture fighting against stigmas,
Against the market, the ego and its slogan,
Its sexist and undignified musical culture.
My sister, my brother, keep it real even if they restructure your values,
No more songs defending who exploits you
Unconsciously like an Afro no-clan police officer in Oakland,
Working for another clan.
Keep it real! Bro,
Keep it real!
Redefining art and its concepts.
Check check! They call me the cheese here!
Impia malavita.