Repaso Mis Pasos
Todo empezo de manera sencilla,
queria tener las mejores zapatillas,ser el cabecilla en mi pandilla,
la semilla dio su fruto frente a una alcantarilla,
y asi el sueño domino a la pesadilla.
Era solo un muchacho inquieto,diamante en bruto,
en mi instituto buscaba ganarme el respeto,
fueron tiempos felices las aulas del Jorge Juan,
el hip hop entro en mi vida y me atraco como un iman.
Pronto empece a rimar y a pillar cintas,
mis hermanos se reian de mis pintas,pero me daba igual,
soñaba con ser mc,Beastie Boys,Pabli Kenemi,Randy Mc,
92 era el principio.
Aunque mis feos rapeos eran vicios,
las letras en mis libretas ya ocupaban todo el sitio,
San Blas fue el barrio,mi santuario,
jugaba al basquet a diario en el hipodromo junto al estadio.
Baloncesto y rap eran mi vida,
llevaba mis walkman y mi pelota ahi donde iba,
cada Sabado volvia a casa de mi amigo tito,
yo en ti mi rap sera mas que un rito.
Fue asi como mordi este anzuelo y comence a raparme el pelo,
mientras soñaba con las Jordans ultimo modelo,
botellones,rimaderos,93 la edad del bronce,
todo era tan distinto entonces.
Fue un proceso lento,confiaba en mi talento,
queria grabar maquetas,lo llevaba dentro,
con el piano de mi hermano y una radio karaoke,
los primeros sorprendidos los colegas de mi bloque.
Mas tarde llego el duque y aporto su toque,
94 DB fue solo el primer enfoque.
Es el repaso de mis pasos y mi vida.
[Estribillo]
Y asi me divertia y reia mientras vivia,
sabia lo que me hacia aunque muchos no comprendian,
asi pasaban los dias y yo crecia,
buscando mi lugar como un telefono en la CIA.
Es lo que vi vivi,el rap estaba en mi,
lo descubri,me senti feliz al fin aqui,
yo ya asi sin mas repaso los pasos que vi,
entre hermanos,sueños y partidos de baloncesto creci.
Aunque a muchos no os importe,Alicante era mi corte,
zona sur,zona norte y mis textos mi deporte,
era el tipico bollo que hacia su rollo,
algunos me criticaban por no verme en el meollo.
Malas caras y disputas,Madrid Zona Bruta,
abrio el futuro a nuestro rap,y eso no hay quien lo discuta,
9.6 mi primer bolo,sin djs ni coros,
le daba al play en un cassette y salia solo.
Era pura diversion,competicion y mensaje,
me llamaban pa conciertos sin pagar el viaje,
trucos llego en el 97,mejorar era basico,
temas como esclavos salieron de ahi,son todo un clasico.
Aterrice en Sevilla,ahi se hacia buena mierda,
SFDK,La Alta Escuela,Expresion en conserva,
junto a Nerviozzo y Zatu,la patrulla estilo,
fue la primera vez que vi mi rap en vinilo y flipe.
Continue escribiendo sin ser experto,
en cada frase,cada pase,esperando mi momento,
fiche por montemar,queria comerme el mundo,
mi record de anotacion 48 puntos.
Nunca olvidare aquel tiempo,
98,99,yo seguia aqui puliendo mi talento,
cero por ciento fue mi primer sello,mentira,
fue mi primera decepcion y primera explosion de ira.
Escape de ahi,busque otras vias,
mientras creaba las teorias de la brevedad de los dias,
Fran fue mi hombre,el unico que me entendia,
mi manager y mi colega,sin el no se donde estaria.
Es el repaso de mis pasos y mi vida.
[Estribillo]
Y asi me divertia y reia mientras vivia,
sabia lo que me hacia aunque muchos no comprendian,
asi pasaban los dias y yo crecia,
buscando mi lugar como un telefono en la CIA.
Es lo que vi vivi,el rap estaba en mi,
lo descubri,me senti feliz al fin aqui,
yo ya asi sin mas repaso los pasos que vi,
entre hermanos,sueños y partidos de baloncesto creci.
Reviewing My Steps
It all started in a simple way,
I wanted to have the best kicks, be the leader of my crew,
The seed bore fruit in front of a sewer,
and so the dream dominated the nightmare.
I was just a restless boy, a rough diamond,
In my school, I sought to earn respect,
Happy times were the classrooms of Jorge Juan,
Hip hop entered my life and grabbed me like a magnet.
Soon I started to rhyme and grab tapes,
My brothers laughed at my looks, but I didn't care,
I dreamed of being an MC, Beastie Boys, Pabli Kenemi, Randy Mc,
'92 was just the beginning.
Although my ugly raps were vices,
The lyrics in my notebooks already filled the whole place,
San Blas was the neighborhood, my sanctuary,
I played basketball daily at the racetrack next to the stadium.
Basketball and rap were my life,
I carried my walkman and my ball wherever I went,
Every Saturday I returned to my friend Tito's house,
In you, my rap will be more than a ritual.
That's how I bit this hook and started shaving my head,
while dreaming of the latest model Jordans,
booze, rap battles, '93 the age of bronze,
everything was so different back then.
It was a slow process, I trusted my talent,
I wanted to record demos, it was inside me,
With my brother's piano and a karaoke radio,
The first surprised were my block mates.
Later came the duke and added his touch,
'94 DB was just the first focus.
It's the review of my steps and my life.
[Chorus]
And so I had fun and laughed as I lived,
I knew what I was doing even though many didn't understand,
So the days went by and I grew up,
Looking for my place like a phone in the CIA.
It's what I saw, lived, rap was in me,
I discovered it, felt happy to be here at last,
I just review the steps I saw,
among brothers, dreams, and basketball games I grew up.
Although many don't care, Alicante was my scene,
south zone, north zone, and my texts my sport,
I was the typical dude who did his own thing,
some criticized me for not being in the thick of it.
Bad faces and disputes, Madrid Zona Bruta,
opened the future to our rap, and that's indisputable,
9.6 my first gig, no DJs or choruses,
I hit play on a cassette and went out alone.
It was pure fun, competition, and message,
they called me for concerts without paying for the trip,
tricks arrived in '97, improving was basic,
songs like 'Slaves' came out of there, they're a classic.
I landed in Seville, good stuff was made there,
SFDK, La Alta Escuela, Expresion en conserva,
with Nerviozzo and Zatu, the style patrol,
it was the first time I saw my rap on vinyl and I tripped.
I kept writing without being an expert,
in every line, every pass, waiting for my moment,
I signed with Montemar, I wanted to conquer the world,
my scoring record 48 points.
I'll never forget that time,
'98, '99, I was still here honing my talent,
zero percent was my first label, a lie,
it was my first disappointment and first explosion of anger.
I escaped from there, looked for other paths,
while creating theories about the brevity of days,
Fran was my man, the only one who understood me,
my manager and my buddy, I don't know where I'd be without him.
It's the review of my steps and my life.
[Chorus]
And so I had fun and laughed as I lived,
I knew what I was doing even though many didn't understand,
So the days went by and I grew up,
Looking for my place like a phone in the CIA.
It's what I saw, lived, rap was in me,
I discovered it, felt happy to be here at last,
I just review the steps I saw,
among brothers, dreams, and basketball games I grew up.