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Más Rap

Mas rap man, mucho mas rap.
Sah!
Son lejanos recuerdos, ¿cuantos años?, solo 7
El rap toco a mi puerta siendo apenas un zoquete,
Eran tiempos distintos, eso ya no se discute
La calle, el mercado negro de los cromos y casetes
Crecí con la escasez y la ausencia de aquel sonido
Sonido que buscaba como un esclavo perdido.
Temas que no entendí los rapee en ingles fingido
Solo por sentir el ritmo que me hacia sentir vivo.
Asi fue que empece por el camino de los necios,
Jamas me imagine que aquí apuntaban los suplicios
Siendo un guanabi, siendo apenas un novicio
Sin saber lo que era el rap y que este seria mi vicio
Jamas pensé enfrentar, sospechas y desprecios
Un eterno sermón sobre un futuro mas promisio
Errar por la ciudad, sus putas calles y edificios
Entre el amor, el odio, la amistad y otros incisos.
Buscarme otros oficios, guardando tras la piel
La pasión que siento por esto porque el rap no da de comer
Defender mis convicciones a pesar de las derrotas
Cuando tantos venden sueños por tontas y otras cosas.
Pensar, meditar, pernotar, practicar, cuestionar, olvidar, recordar,
Reinventar, entender, comprender, trascender, convencer
Y entregarme al placer de rimar por placer.
Ser, lo que yo soy simplemente y alzar la frente
Sin importar la gente enfrente
Volar, jugarme al alzar, sin esperar que todo este bien,
Pues siempre hay algo que anda mal.
Y al final viviendo entre estos simios domesticados,
No es nada raro, que hagan histeria,
Si no te gustan los bananos, lo siento hermano,
Si no espero que comprendas mis asuntos arcanos.
Vuelvo, a veces hago cosas pa' sentirme cuerdo
Y no recordar que alrededor solo hay carroña y cuerpos,
Me empeliculo y finjo ser un tipo corriente,
Pero al instante me aburre lo manso y simple.
Que puedo hacer?, comprarme pola y cigarrillos?
Sentarme en un sitio tranquilo, hacer un estribillo
Hablar de aquello por lo que me maravillo
Sin copiar de puta mierda, y no soy matón ni pillo.
Tan solo soy, de los que pecan y no empatan
No rezo porque es caro y aquí no sobra la plata
Me tocó encontrar otro tiquete al paraíso
Y mi paz esta en un track, que me invite a rimar.
Mas rap!, que me quiero divertir,
Mas rap!, que quiero pasarla bien,
Mas rap!, que solo quiero fluir,
Mas rap!, dar sin importar a quien.
Mas rap!, que me quiero divertir,
Mas rap!, que quiero pasarla bien,
Mas rap!, que solo quiero fluir,
Mas rap!, dar sin importar a quien.
Dime, quien no recuerda esos tiempos
Donde los pilares eran titanes en elementos
Donde conseguir la música, era perseguido
Si tenias buena mierda seguro eras distinguido.
Las batallas no eran en pantallas, eran de tener agallas
En esos tiempos conocidos como pirañas,
El respeto de la calle merodiadaba el valle
Conocía las personas con los lujos de detalles.
Los pogos, los bates, la farra,
El desastre es lo que sigue siendo rap legado que dejaste
El desastre de algunos en prisión,
Los que no se encuentran pero viven en el corazón
La tensión, de seguir este linaje
De mejorar el mensaje, de que sientas este viaje
Y la presión, de no sentirme que encaje
Que no sirva este blindaje de esta alma indomable.
Y tal vez no seamos los preferidos
Pero estoy orgulloso de todo este recorrido
Insisto a la gente que me impulse a volar
Mi paz esta en un rap que me incite a rimar.
Mas rap!, que me quiero divertir,
Mas rap!, que quiero pasarla bien,
Mas rap!, que solo quiero fluir,
Mas rap!, dar sin importar a quien.
Mas rap!, que me quiero divertir,
Mas rap!, que quiero pasarla bien,
Mas rap!, que solo quiero fluir,
Mas rap!, dar sin importar a quien.
Yeh, tiempo de antaño .
Tiempo de antaño .
Tiempo de antaño .
Hablar de esta mierda se hace muy extraño

More Rap

More rap man, much more rap.
Sah!
These are distant memories, how many years?, only 7
The rap knocked on my door being just an oaf,
They were different times, that's not discussed anymore
The street, the black market of stickers and cassettes
I grew up with the scarcity and absence of that sound
Sound I was looking for like a lost slave.
Songs I didn't understand I rapped in fake English
Just to feel the rhythm that made me feel alive.
So it was that I started down the path of fools,
I never imagined that the torments were pointed here
Being a guanabi, being just a novice
Without knowing what rap was and that this would be my vice
I never thought to face, suspicions and contempt
An eternal sermon about a more promising future
Wandering around the city, its fucking streets and buildings
Between love, hate, friendship and other incisos.
Find me other trades, keeping behind the skin
The passion I feel for this because rap doesn't feed
To defend my convictions despite the defeats
When so many sell dreams for silly and other things.
To think, to meditate, to pernotar, to practice, to question, to forget, to remember,
Reinvent, understand, comprehend, transcend, convince
And give myself to the pleasure of rhyming for pleasure.
To be, what I am simply and to raise my forehead
No matter the people in front
Fly, play me on the rise, without waiting for everything to be okay,
Well, there's always something wrong.
And in the end living among these domesticated apes,
It's not weird at all, that they make hysteria,
If you don't like bananas, sorry bro,
If not I expect you to understand my arcane affairs.
I come back, sometimes I do things to 'feel sane
And not remembering that there are only carrion and bodies around,
I get involved and pretend to be an ordinary guy,
But I'm instantly bored by the meek and simple.
What can I do?, buy me some pola and cigarettes?
Sit in a quiet place, make a chorus
To talk about what I marvel at
No fucking copying, and I'm not a bully or a thief.
I am just one of those who sin and do not tie
I don't pray because it's expensive and there's no money left over here
I had to find another ticket to paradise
And my peace is in a track, that invites me to rhyme.
More rap!, that I want to have fun,
More rap!, that I want to have a good time,
More rap!, that I just want to flow,
More rap!, to give no matter to whom.
More rap!, that I want to have fun,
More rap!, that I want to have a good time,
More rap!, that I just want to flow,
More rap!, to give no matter to whom.
Tell me, who doesn't remember those times
Where the pillars were titans in elements
Where to get the music, he was persecuted
If you had good shit you sure were distinguished.
The battles weren't on screens, they were about having guts
In those days known as piranhas,
The respect of the street merodiadaba the valley
He knew the people with the luxuries of details.
Los pogos, los bates, la farra,
The disaster is what remains rap legacy you left behind
The disaster of some in prison,
Those who do not meet but live in the heart
The strain, of following this lineage
To improve the message, that you feel this journey
And the pressure, of not feeling like I fit in
Let this armor of this indomitable soul not serve.
And maybe we're not the preferred
But I'm proud of this whole tour
I urge people to push me to fly
My peace is in a rap that encourages me to rhyme.
More rap!, that I want to have fun,
More rap!, that I want to have a good time,
More rap!, that I just want to flow,
More rap!, to give no matter to whom.
More rap!, that I want to have fun,
More rap!, that I want to have a good time,
More rap!, that I just want to flow,
More rap!, to give no matter to whom.
Yeh, time of yesteryear.
Time of yesteryear.
Time of yesteryear.
Talking about this shit gets really weird