El Origen - El Chojin, Arkano, Skone

Soy serio

De la escuela de los que vieron esto como un fin

Y no como un medio

Otros se fueron de los Gallos criticando a compañeros

Y ahora vuelven al freestyle porque huelen el dinero

Estuvimos en mil corros y me vieron rapeando

Claro, y tú con brazos cruzados en segundo plano

Esa actitud de tipo duro se cae al ver que he besado

A más chicos en público que chicas ellos en privado

Mi energía nace de los días redondos

Y estás tan guapa con un barrio obrero de fondo

Déjate caer en mi cama de forma súbita

Y no salgas hasta que llegue la Tercera República

Sólo quiero tenerte encima

Y rapear, y rapear hasta que sueñe rimas

Mi récord sólo fue una metáfora de este asunto

Mientras ellas dormían yo estaba cambiando el mundo

No pares.

No pares.

Tus rimas nos traen la party

No pares.

No pares.

El DJ manda y lo sabe

No es una fiesta si no ponen esas manos en el aire…

Eheeee… El origen es pasarlo bien

No pares.

No pares.

Tus rimas nos traen la party

Entré partiendo el cypher desde que era el niño del parque

Bloques de protección, Camarón, no Cypress

Ganaba competis sin llevar la ropa grande

Y el flequillo más rubio que el polen de tu compadre

Total noventa, el rollo de antes;

Carreras de motos y el chándal del United

Llevo to' la vida improvisando un plan importante

Y de tanto improvisar me convertí en freestyler

Es curioso ver en lo que convertí mi vida

Ahora son los aplausos los que pagan mi comida

Un amor pa' mis rappers en América Latina

Que eligieron otra vía a la cárcel o la pandilla

Un amor para el que le ponga amor, broda

Pa' los que empuñan un boli, no una pistola

Un amor pa' Guillermo, pa’l Cho y su tropa

Pa' los que los que entendieron que arte te completa como persona…

No pares.

No pares.

Tus rimas nos traen la party

No pares.

No pares.

El DJ manda y lo sabe

No es una fiesta si no ponen esas manos en el aire…

Eheeee… El origen es pasarlo bien

No pares.

No pares.

Tus rimas nos traen la party

No sé cómo empecé, pero lo que sí sé

Es que mi origen fue ver b.

boys bailando break

Lo más auténtico que tengo yo es que vengo por mi propio pie

Al Hip Hop llegas si te acercas a él, yo me acerqué

A veces ves a alguno que tal vez no entiende bien

Que el rollo es hacer rap por placer y se despistan…

Inventan beefs entre MC’s e imaginan

Que tal vez así podrán vivir de sus rimas

Llevo una vida en la movida

Y me anima que muchos sigan viendo el rap con la energía que yo veía…

Y veo el el Hip Hop y en ellos

Amo ser su camello, ver que mueven el cuello

¡Yo!

El origen es tan sencillo como bello

Salir a la calle, darlo todo y dejar tu sello

Como antaño el mundo entero sube puño hacia el cielo…

Yo!

Yo!

Yo!

Yo!

No pares.

No pares…

Eh, pero el beat, ponme el beat!

¿Cómo es?

No pares.

No pares.

Tus rimas nos traen la party

No pares.

No pares.

El DJ manda y lo sabe

No es una fiesta si no ponen esas manos en el aire…

Eheeee… El origen es pasarlo bien

No pares.

No pares.

Tus rimas nos traen la party

I'm serious

From the school of those who saw this as an end

And not as a means

Others left the Roosters criticizing teammates

And now they go back to freestyle because they smell money

We were in a thousand circles and they saw me rapping

Sure, and you with your arms crossed in the background

That tough guy attitude falls off seeing I've kissed

More boys in public than girls in private

My energy is born from round days

And you're so pretty with a working-class neighborhood in the background

Drop into my bed suddenly

And don't go out until the Third Republic arrives

I just want to have you on top

And rap, and rap until I dream rhymes

My record was just a metaphor for this thing

While they slept I was changing the world

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

Your rhymes bring us the party

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

The DJ rules and he knows it

It's not a party if they don't put those hands in the air...

Eheeee… The origin is to have a good time

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

Your rhymes bring us the party

I came in splitting the cypher since he was the kid in the park

Protection Blocks, Shrimp, not Cypress

I won competitions without wearing big clothes

And the bangs blonder than the pollen of your compadre

Total ninety, the roll of before;

Motorcycle racing and the United tracksuit

I've spent my whole life improvising an important plan

And from so much improvising I became a freestyler

It's funny to see what I've turned my life into

Now it's the applause that pays for my food

A love for my rappers in Latin America

That they chose another path to jail or the gang

A love for the one who puts love in it, broda

For those who wield a pen, not a gun

One love for Guillermo, for Cho and his troops

For those who understood that art completes you as a person…

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

Your rhymes bring us the party

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

The DJ rules and he knows it

It's not a party if they don't put those hands in the air...

Eheeee… The origin is to have a good time

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

Your rhymes bring us the party

I don't know how I started, but what I do know

It is that my origin was to see b.

boys dancing break

The most authentic thing that I have is that I come by my own feet

You get to Hip Hop if you get close to it, I got close

Sometimes you see someone who maybe doesn't understand well

That the roll is to rap for pleasure and they get lost...

They invent beefs between MC's and imagine

That maybe they will be able to live off their rhymes

I lead a life on the move

And it encourages me that many continue to see rap with the energy that I saw...

And I see the Hip Hop and in them

I love being his camel of him, seeing that they move their necks

I!

The origin is as simple as it is beautiful

Go out, give everything and leave your mark

As in the past the whole world raises its fist towards the sky...

I!

I!

I!

I!

Do not stop.

Do not stop…

Eh, but the beat, play the beat for me!

How is?

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

Your rhymes bring us the party

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

The DJ rules and he knows it

It's not a party if they don't put those hands in the air...

Eheeee… The origin is to have a good time

Do not stop.

Do not stop.

Your rhymes bring us the party