El Arte Del Loop (part. Evidence)
Va
Ey-yo, Karlito
Los expertoys están haciendo tops
Buscan los mejores raperitos
La mitad son antropólogos del reguetón
Y el resto está preguntando: ¿Quién es Dilated Peoples?
Otros puristas se ponen de estrictos
Les dan un contrato y cambian el discurso por tres Doritos
Lo que llaman beef es solo mito
Solo buscan fama y yo tengo más de la que necesito
Lo he ganado todo, ya no compito
Los entreno a ver si ganan en equipo
Cualquiera es coleccionista
Yo milito desde el '90 y pico, mua
Tu Dios me dice: El favorito
No somos enemigos, somos distintos
Antes de pedir unión, brinda respeto y listo
Esto no es el Bronx y económicamente al hip-hop lo sostienen otros públicos, he dicho
Los eruditos lo quieren todo gratuito
Pero nada crece si no comes y no aportas nada, shh-to
Loops, todo es un ciclo
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá al principio
Todo es un ciclo
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá al principio
Ey-yo, Gambino
El problema de este gremio es que solo se preocupan por ser buenos cuando hay un premio
Y los que reparten esos premios son como los políticos, solo quieren que nos odiemos
Soy el jugador distinto, yo no finjo ni la voz, insólito, me distingo
Muchas fórmulas, ninguna propia
Están a media canción de decir lo mismo con otra ropa
Buitres de la cultura, lo mío es atemporal
Rookies que no se apasionan, solo quieren un altar
Cuando llega tu remplazo te tiran del pedestal
Si llegaste rápido, algo estás haciendo mal
Yo no vine a culpar, porque todo evoluciona
Tu albúm con doce temas no tiene ni un solo scratch
No-No-No— No tiene ni un solo scratch
N-No tiene ni un solo scratch
Solo hablan de lo que sueñan
Yo ni te hablo de lo que consigo, la diferencia es abismal (al principio)
Loops, todo es un ciclo
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá al principio
Todo es un ciclo
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá (Yo) al principio
More vengeance, ever rev the engines
Music got a message, I ain't stressin' the attendants
Takin' breaks between an album, leave 'em tested (One-two)
At the best I leave the least impressions
Complete discretion, I'm back to move the needle like increased compression
Beats' colder than the freezer section
The hardest rappers out there need affection
Hardest lesson that I learnt about is second-guessin'
I play cards as a profession
Hard to pin me down, got calls from all direction (What up?)
Any rap they throwin' at my armor is deflected
Karma is a bitch, I'm calmed and I'll collect it (I'll look it up)
I harness any current, that's electric
Currently the surgeon price is chargin' extras (Wow-wow-wow)
I don't know what's dope, I just know what isn't
I keep the loops flippin' with the code encrypted
Below the heavens, but I know my visión
People dead, were they alive?
I've been on for livin' (Uh)
L.A. to Medellín
Uh, Alcolirykoz
Los de Aranjuez con Evidence
Loops, todo es un ciclo
No importa cuál sea el final
Todo volverá al principio
The Art of the Loop (feat. Evidence)
Yo
Hey yo, Karlito
The experts are making lists
They're looking for the best little rappers
Half of them are reggaeton anthropologists
And the rest are asking: Who are Dilated Peoples?
Other purists get all strict
They get a contract and change their tune for three Doritos
What they call beef is just a myth
They just want fame and I have more than I need
I've won it all, I don't compete anymore
I train them to see if they can win as a team
Anyone can be a collector
I've been in this since the '90s, yeah
Your God tells me: The favorite
We're not enemies, we're just different
Before asking for unity, show some respect and that's it
This isn't the Bronx and economically hip-hop is supported by other audiences, I've said
The scholars want everything for free
But nothing grows if you don't eat and don't contribute anything, shh-to
Loops, everything is a cycle
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return to the beginning
Everything is a cycle
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return to the beginning
Hey yo, Gambino
The problem with this scene is they only care about being good when there's a prize
And those who hand out those prizes are like politicians, they just want us to hate each other
I'm the different player, I don't fake it, not even my voice, I'm unique, I stand out
So many formulas, none of their own
They're halfway through a song saying the same thing in different clothes
Vultures of the culture, mine is timeless
Rookies who aren't passionate, just want an altar
When your replacement comes, they throw you off the pedestal
If you got there fast, you're doing something wrong
I didn't come to blame, because everything evolves
Your album with twelve tracks doesn't have a single scratch
No-No-No— It doesn't have a single scratch
N-Not a single scratch
They only talk about what they dream of
I don't even talk about what I achieve, the difference is huge (at the beginning)
Loops, everything is a cycle
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return to the beginning
Everything is a cycle
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return (I) to the beginning
More vengeance, ever rev the engines
Music got a message, I ain't stressin' the attendants
Takin' breaks between an album, leave 'em tested (One-two)
At the best I leave the least impressions
Complete discretion, I'm back to move the needle like increased compression
Beats colder than the freezer section
The hardest rappers out there need affection
Hardest lesson that I learned about is second-guessin'
I play cards as a profession
Hard to pin me down, got calls from all directions (What up?)
Any rap they throwin' at my armor is deflected
Karma is a bitch, I'm calmed and I'll collect it (I'll look it up)
I harness any current, that's electric
Currently the surgeon price is chargin' extras (Wow-wow-wow)
I don't know what's dope, I just know what isn't
I keep the loops flippin' with the code encrypted
Below the heavens, but I know my vision
People dead, were they alive?
I've been on for livin' (Uh)
L.A. to Medellín
Uh, Alcolirykoz
Those from Aranjuez with Evidence
Loops, everything is a cycle
It doesn't matter what the end is
Everything will return to the beginning