El hip hop y las camisas remetidas - El Chojin

Sin duda alguna una suma nunca suma menos, siempre suma mas

Sumas mas y verás

Como esta creciendo el movimiento de esto

Que hace tiempo se intentó restar importancia al considerar quiza de pocopeso,

buah!

Algún tonto bien vestido con su camisa

Pensó que esta movida quiza dara algo de risa

Bien nosotros lo tomamos tranqui y sin prisa

Nos sacamos las camisitas y dijimos venga vamos a vender

Vamos a convencer con movidas bien hechas

Y cual fue su respuesta, indiferencia

Entonces claro tuvimos que hacerlo con mas contundencia

Sacamos las piedras, rayamos cristales

No adueñamos de sus parques

Nos hicimos fuertes en sus calles

Y lo que al principio les daba risa pues se convirtió en un problema grande

Y lo grande se convirtió en gigante

Y lo gigante en inconmensurable

Y para cuando quisieron pisparse pues ya era demasiado tarde

Porque se transmitía por el aire

Y parece ser que no podía curarse

Sus propios hijos corrían el riesgo de infectarse

Entonces se asustaron se apresuraron a meterse su camisa

Nueva y fueron sin perder tiempo a rezar a misa

Pero cuando llegaron la iglesia estaba vacía

Donde estaba el cura eh?

Donde estaba el dios que les protegía?

Pues estaban en una Jam ahí saltando con mis rimas

Entonces el problema era mas grande de lo que parecía

Hubo una reunión urgente de los camisas remetidas

Tenían que encontrar una salida

Estaba amenazada su propia forma de vida

Solución introducir espías, si eso funcionaria

Le sacaron la camisa, le pusieron una gorra

Y le dijeron tu di estas rimas

Nosotros ponemos las pelas, la tele, la radio y las siglas

Decimos que tienes 100.000 millones de copias vendidas

Y asi de repente un dia los camisas remetidas empezaron con la opresión

Es la historia y no es de coña asi fue como ocurrió

Hubo una lucha feroz entre todos por su control

Sin darse cuenta de que sus reglas en esta ocasión

No valían, los camisas remetidas no podían manipularlo

No, misión: hip hop

Algunos de los nuestros no eran tan fuertes como pensábamos

Las ideas de los camisas remetidas empezaron a dar resultados

Algunos escuchaban al infiltrado

Empezaron a tragarse el engaño

Mas espías creaban tensión dentro de los barrios

Parecía que nuestros días entaban contados

Algunos se borraron, desaparecieron y aparecieron de nuevo con pantalones

ajustados

Renegando de los que fueran sus hermanos

Escuchando música del diablo, ay bacalao y sus cascos

Teniamos que hacer algo

«los débiles que quedaron fuera ya no interesan, tenemos que cuidar de los que

quedan»

Entonces declaramos la guerra a los camisas remetidas

Y con las camisitas por fuera y el 28 850 a la cabeza

Todos lo barrios se pusieron las capuchas negras

Y se echaron a la calle con tanta violencia

Que lo único blanco que se veía en las paredes eran los tags sobre las puertas

negras

Se escuchaban rimaderos en todas las aceras

Los quitasoles, los botes y las mesas de mezclas se unieron a la guerra

Y la unión hizo la fuerza

Y la fuerza hizo que los camisas remetidas se pusieran contra las cuerdas

Pero esta vez no nos íbamos a quedar a medias

No nos ibamos a conformar con que se rindieran

Teníamos que acabar con la amenaza para siempre

Teníamos que encontrar a los espías y después de ello, a sus jefes

Hacerles pagar con creces, hacer que desapareciesen

Que se fuesen y no volviesen

Pero los camisas remetidas tienen cabezas listas

Y cuando el tiempo se pone feo, emigran

Asi que desaparecieron sin dejar pistas

Solo una nota que decía

«volveremos y venceremos algun día»

Bien os esperamos, esta fue la primera parte del hip hop y las camisas remetidas

Pero sin duda alguna habrá mas las iremos contando, algun día

Es la historia y no es de coña asi fue como ocurrió

Hubo una lucha feroz entre todos por su control

Sin darse cuenta de que sus reglas en esta ocasión

No valían, los camisas remetidas no podían manipularlo

No, misión: hip hop

Without a doubt, a sum never adds less, it always adds more.

Add more and you will see

How is the movement of this growing

That long ago they tried to play down importance by considering perhaps low weight,

wow!

Some well dressed fool in his shirt

He thought that this move might give some laughs

Well we take it easy and without hurry

We took off our shirts and said come on let's sell

Let's convince with well-made moves

And what was his response, indifference

So of course we had to do it with more forcefulness

We take out the stones, we scratch crystals

We do not own your parks

We became strong in its streets

And what at first made them laugh turned into a big problem

And the big became giant

And the giant in immeasurable

And by the time they wanted to step on it, it was already too late

Because it was transmitted through the air

And it seems that it could not be cured

Their own children were at risk of infection

Then they got scared they rushed to put on their shirt

New and they went without wasting time to pray at mass

But when they arrived the church was empty

Where was the priest huh?

Where was the god that protected them?

Well, they were in a Jam there jumping with my rhymes

So the problem was bigger than it seemed

There was an urgent meeting of the tucked shirts

They had to find a way out

Their very way of life was threatened

Solution to introduce spies, if that would work

They took off his shirt, they put a cap on him

And they told him you gave these rhymes

We put the pelas, the TV, the radio and the acronyms

We say you have 100 billion copies sold

And so suddenly one day the tucked shirts started with the oppression

It's the story and it's not a joke that's how it happened

There was a fierce fight between everyone for control

Not realizing that your rules this time

They weren't worth it, the tucked shirts couldn't handle it

No, mission: hip hop

Some of ours weren't as strong as we thought

The ideas of the tucked shirts began to give results

Some listened to the infiltrator

They began to swallow the deception

More spies created tension within the neighborhoods

It seemed that our days were numbered

Some were erased, disappeared and appeared again with pants

adjusted

Disowning those who were his brothers

Listening to music of the devil, oh cod and their helmets

we had to do something

«The weak that were left out are no longer of interest, we have to take care of those who

remain»

So we declared war on the tucked shirts

And with the shirts on the outside and 28,850 at the head

All the neighborhoods put on their black hoods

And they took to the streets with such violence

That the only white that was seen on the walls were the tags on the doors

black

Rimaderos were heard on all the sidewalks

Umbrellas, boats and mixers joined the war

And the union made the force

And the force made the tucked shirts stand against the ropes

But this time we were not going to stay halfway

We were not going to settle for them to surrender

We had to end the threat forever

We had to find the spies and after that, their bosses

Make them pay dearly, make them disappear

Let them go and not come back

But tucked shirts have smart heads

And when the weather turns ugly, they migrate

So they disappeared without leaving a clue

Just a note that said

“we will come back and win one day”

Well we wait for you, this was the first part of hip hop and tucked shirts

But without a doubt there will be more we will count them, some day

It's the story and it's not a joke that's how it happened

There was a fierce fight between everyone for control

Not realizing that your rules this time

They weren't worth it, the tucked shirts couldn't handle it

No, mission: hip hop