Mis Principios No Son Show
Yo, yo, yo no vine pa' que la pa' la pases bien
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine pa' que brindemos con heineken
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine a levantar tu fiesta ni a animar tu pub
Yo no quiero un trough your hands up
Eso no es parte de mi rap
No es el verso el ver llover, es escribir en pos de paz
No es ir hasta atras por más pelás de botas blancas
Mc's se ajustan a lo que el público pide
Piden rap ¡originala! Da igual cuantos beats arruinen
Sin embargo miren viven al vaivén de lo que exhiben
Si ven a uno alimenten su ego primero eso los oprime
Por eso escriben, por eso copian
Otros mc's balbuceando letras inentendibles que rimen
Por eso estos weones siguen
Porque hay weones más weones que los siguen
Porque todos persiguen
Identificarse con un ídem
El mc del 2010 quiere ver que todos vacilen
Y se priven de crecer pues no conciben
Ser el mejor si no hay miles de weones
Que les tiren flores por donde caminen
No sé si me entiendes ni me importa si decides
No entender que el aplauso se recibe, no se consigue
La mediocridad impide que por fin se perfilen
Como opción ante el silencio
Cuando el que sabe opine
Dicen utilizar el rap como arte
Esa es una premisa que ni el más generoso comparte
El arte por definición es expresión del alma
¿Entonces tu alma te pide que alcen las manos que salten?
Yo digo que es el ego herido unos años antes
De un logi en el cole
Que el como mc es popular e interesante
Es inquietante tu modo de auto censurarte
Al menos en una parte de tu rap
Tu podrías sincerarte
Yo, yo, yo no vine pa' que la pa' la pases bien
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine pa' que brindemos con heineken
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine a hacer saltar a nadie
Si a mi me da igual que rabies, blabies
La diestra, la siniestra es el cevla odia fiestas barbarie
Mientras que es el pie, al incapié, lo que rapié
Y en lo que pienso el tiempo que
La audiencia piensa en arrojar la primera pie-dra
¿Cuantos somos ye-ye?
¿A cuanto weon influencié?
¿Cuanta escuela hice?
Cuantos cortan y pegan "sin"
Cuantos cortan y pegan "sam"
Como en su momento el sef
Conocer mi rap, no significa conocerme
Conocerme no es igual a comprenderme
Entre tenerte y no tenerte yo prefiero entretenerme
Soñar es facilito no necesito venderme
No cachabas tal detalle, por eso no ves mi nombre en flyers
No existe el taller que enseñe a olvidar el ayer
Se que esperan ver que falle
Que el dolor por fin me acalle
Saben bien que si no rapeo es muy probable que estalle
Mas mi verso ahora en tu calle
Otro palacio de versalles
El execeso de layer diet
Me impide que me explaye
Poesía es el remedio y es bueno aunque no es bayer
Improviso mi elejías sobre un tema de isaac hayes
No promuevo ni me identifico con ningunismos
Si hay algo que represento es el serle fiel a uno mismo
Mis tristezas distan de las mismas
Ideas de artistas con la vizta pisca
Es astigmatismo por esitgmo
Yo, yo, yo no vine pa' que la pa' la pases bien
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine pa' que brindemos con heineken
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No se hagan llamar poetas
Si no respetan las letras
Si solo leen y cachan tetas
Si su receta es, vacilón piño y cuneta
Y aliterar la aliteración hasta dejarla obsoleta
Yo no quiero ver que salten
Ni que cabeceen
Prefiero pensar que piensan
También que a veces leen
Muchos no creen
Pero preguntale al aerstame
Como se siente que luego de la ovacion te pifeen
No vine a decirles yo qué pensar
No promuevo alcohol ni drogas
Yo solo te invito a reflexionar
Aunque no esté de acuerdo estoy dispuesto a respetar
Pues escribo lo que dicta mi alma
¡No escribo de carretear!
No promuevo que el rap
Sea la excusa, es un fin
No es un medio pues de medio cochino de bling bling
Nada a fin a mi ingenio sin fin
De weones que intentan arruinar al rap
Con su flow ruin
Yo imagino ser tin tin, inidagar cada confín
Con la chispa de tin tan y la pasión que hay en marín
Un festín de rimas encerrao en mi camerín
No quiero verte gata sobre el tejao de zinc
Mi mensaje es la reflexión yo
No tengo un plan
Mas que gozar de las maravillas que nos rodean
Dentro del under soy under
Da igual si me cuestionan
Yo tranqui
Porque sé que tu idolo es mi fan
Yo, yo, yo no vine pa' que la pa' la pases bien
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine pa' que brindemos con heineken
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
El rap chileno ha crecido mucho en skills y talento
Pero, casi nada en pensamiento
Yo no les compro a estos mc's de fiestas
De coleccionar groupies
Y de samplear a diestra y siniestra
Lo minimo po weón antes de chantarle el bass
Es que sepas algo del artista al cual le robas
Pa' ustedes samplear es la única manera de componer
Pa' mi es homenajear a quien hizo de su música un placer
¡Que levanten las manos!
¡Que levanten las manos!
¿Te creí americo weón?
No, con mi gente no hay mano
Grupos de 10 weones en el escenario
Hasta en su casa andan en grupo ¿y yo?
Soy un lobo estepario
Yo, yo, yo no vine pa' que la pa' la pases bien
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
No vine pa' que brindemos con heineken
Vine pa' que mi poesía llegue a mucha más gente
Mis principios no son show ya, show ya
Tus manos nunca con mi soul ya, ouh da
My Principles Are Not a Show
I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come to lift your party or cheer up your pub
I don't want a 'throw your hands up'
That's not part of my rap
It's not about watching it rain, it's about writing in pursuit of peace
It's not about going back for more peeled white boots
MCs adjust to what the public demands
They ask for original rap! It doesn't matter how many beats they ruin
Yet look, they live swaying to what they exhibit
If they see one, feed their ego first, that oppresses them
That's why they write, that's why they copy
Other MCs babbling incomprehensible rhyming lyrics
That's why these idiots continue
Because there are idiots even more idiotic following them
Because everyone pursues
Identifying with an 'idem'
The MC of 2010 wants to see everyone enjoy
And deprive themselves of growing because they can't conceive
Being the best if there aren't thousands of idiots
Throwing flowers wherever they walk
I don't know if you understand me and I don't care if you decide
Not to understand that applause is received, not achieved
Mediocrity prevents them from finally standing out
As an option in the silence
When the knowledgeable opine
They say they use rap as art
That's a premise that not even the most generous shares
Art by definition is the expression of the soul
So does your soul ask you to raise your hands and jump?
I say it's the ego hurt a few years before
A smart kid in school
Who as an MC is popular and interesting
It's disturbing how you self-censor
At least in a part of your rap
You could be honest
I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come to make anyone jump
If I don't care if you rage, blabber
The right, the left is the party-hating barbarism
While it's the foot, the emphasis, what I rap
And what I think the time that
The audience thinks about throwing the first stone
How many of us are there?
How many influenced idiots?
How much school did I do?
How many cut and paste 'without'
How many cut and paste 'sam'
Like at the time the sef
Knowing my rap doesn't mean knowing me
Knowing me is not the same as understanding me
Between having you and not having you, I prefer to entertain myself
Dreaming is easy, I don't need to sell myself
You didn't notice that detail, that's why you don't see my name on flyers
There's no workshop that teaches you to forget yesterday
I know they expect to see me fail
For the pain to finally silence me
They know well that if I don't rap, it's likely I'll explode
But my verse now on your street
Another palace of Versailles
The excess of diet layers
Prevents me from expanding
Poetry is the remedy and it's good even if it's not Bayer
I improvise my elegies on an Isaac Hayes theme
I don't promote or identify with any 'isms'
If there's something I represent, it's being true to oneself
My sorrows are far from the same
Ideas of artists with a hint of insight
It's astigmatism by astigmatism
I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
Don't call yourselves poets
If you don't respect the lyrics
If you only read and notice breasts
If your recipe is, partying, booze, and ditch
And alliterate alliteration until it becomes obsolete
I don't want to see you jump
Or headbang
I prefer to think that you think
Also that sometimes you read
Many don't believe
But ask Aerstame
How it feels that after the ovation they boo you
I didn't come to tell you what to think
I don't promote alcohol or drugs
I just invite you to reflect
Even if I don't agree, I'm willing to respect
Because I write what my soul dictates
I don't write about partying!
I don't promote rap
As an excuse, it's an end
It's not a means because it's a filthy means of bling bling
Nothing to do with my endless ingenuity
Of idiots trying to ruin rap
With their ruinous flow
I imagine being Tin Tin, exploring every corner
With the spark of Tin Tan and the passion in Marin
A feast of rhymes locked in my dressing room
I don't want to see you cat on the zinc roof
My message is reflection
I don't have a plan
Other than enjoying the wonders around us
Within the underground, I'm underground
It doesn't matter if they question me
I'm calm
Because I know your idol is my fan
I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
Chilean rap has grown a lot in skills and talent
But almost nothing in thought
I don't buy into these party MCs
Collecting groupies
And sampling left and right
The least you idiot before slamming the bass
Is to know something about the artist you're stealing from
For you, sampling is the only way to compose
For me, it's paying homage to those who made their music a pleasure
Raise your hands!
Raise your hands!
You think I'm Amerigo, idiot?
No, with my people there's no deal
Groups of 10 idiots on stage
Even at home they're in a group, and me?
I'm a lone wolf
I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah