Grab a can opener! Here comes some cool tunage from some VERY cool Puerto Ricans:
And here are the lyrics, translated (very roughly by me):I was born looking up on the 23rd of FebruaryAfter I finished school, I became a rapperMy family is big, there are eight of us at homeAnd the lower-middle class doesn’t get Plan 8It’s normal that my behavior doesn’t suit themThe governor put my mother out of workI disconnect myself when I write my frank lyricsSo I don’t end up going off in the White HouseMy rhymes make you tense and they give you crampsI’m the one who brings the bacon so they don’t starveI mix what I see with what’s melodicI’m here to tell you what the newspapers won’tThis is the moment for independent musicMy record label isn’t Sony, it’s the peopleThose who follow me listen to the messageThat’s why they defend me, with their fists that haven’t sold outCHORUS:Chill out people, ’cause here I amWhat they won’t say, I willWhat you feel, I feel tooBecause you’re like me, and I’m like you(repeat chorus)What I write offends youYour playback offends meWhen you lip-synch in concertI’m offended when you bribe the radio stationsSo they play you every dayEven the Beatles didn’t have four songsPlaying at the same time on the radio This looks almost like a “bizco”You sell out because you buy your own recordsDon’t tell me you don’t, because they offered to do that for meHalf of all artists should be in jailI don’t care if they call me crazy for talking so muchYou don’t say much because you don’t know much!CHORUSI use the enemy, nobody controls meI hit the gringos hard and Coca-Cola sponsors meIn the whole barrel, I’m the only bad appleAdidas doesn’t use me, I use AdidasMy strategy is different, I come in through the “Out” doorI infiltrate the system and exploit it from withinEverything I tell you, it’s just like AikidoI use the enemy’s force in my own favorSo take off your suit now, your skirt and your t-shirtTake off all your clothes, your brand names, your labelsTo change the world, you have to bare your courageHonesty has neither clothes nor makeupDon’t talk to me about cartels or The SopranosThe biggest mafia lives in the VaticanWith the trick of faith they screw all the peopleThey screw anyone who thinks differentlyThey won’t screw me, I believe in those who loveI believe in the people, I believe in my flagI believe that those who point the finger at meAre scared of me because I’m not scaredCHORUS (repeats several times)





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