Primera Sinfonia

Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop

Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop

First the Essence; It is the basis of my existence
Something that gives me presence beyond appearance
Ignorance; It is the evil that the one who prefers has
Listen to a fake rather than a painter of faithful phrases

Simplicity; It's something that you can see in me
It is recognizing that you are equal to any other being
Fallacy; virus that harbors without respite
Which is alleviated only if we were all born without a tongue

hypocrites; How many times has this been talked about?
How stupid I was, as if a text changed the facts
And Falsehood; a whim stuck in your chest
Everyone knows it exists although I haven't said it's a fact

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Talent; It is the gift and the knowledge
To do an activity better and superior to the rest
Modesty; shit where you have to shit
If you go up you'll still go down, keep the smoke in its place

Originality; be authentic in your lyrics
Who are you going to fool more than yourself by making replicas?
Fame; as fleeting as a whore
I don't bother looking for her because I know she's waiting for me

Underground; like every stage burns
That is the problem, many do not understand it, and there they stay
Awareness; don't talk about it if you don't have it
Respect for my niggas that sing with it and keep it

Ego; disease that dominates many
I praise myself but it is different, that is my self-esteem
Rap is my music, Hip-Hop is my life
Life is music and music is my whole life

Rap is my music and my poetry
Hip-Hop is my way of life, my oxygen my night and day
How to live without defining? How to learn without instructing?
How can you want to be gold without knowing what goldfield is?

Walking the path of darkness in this impure world
I think rhyme is the only thing that saves me, it's the only sure thing
I put walls before the vain, rap is my vice
Stimulus, science, my luxury job

I do not hide, I know that the past was rough
I always learn the hard thing in reality with falsehood
I never, never confuse my life
Without rhyme it wouldn't be life, it's just that I breathe fresh air
When I listen to rap I swear, raw Hip-Hop

For envy it is like cyanide
It is a chloride that cleans falsehood with humility
Lies with the truth, dementia with conscience
Your dream with my reality

It's just that I never know what to do, I can never stop
I never want to be silent, poetry is food, it sweetens my palate
Issop in my ears, ground where I step, step on my path
Rain in my destination, roof where I live

Refuge from loneliness and oblivion
It's Hip-Hop when I fall asleep and I wake up I never forget it
I don't know what to do? I go crazy if I can't have
Pencil, music and paper

Move my spirit with fullness, the street, lyrical rhyme
Fill my essence with dementia, accuracy
That is my virtue, it is my old age, my youth
My north, my south, 57 degrees latitude

I have Rap, I have Hip-Hop
Tell me what do you have? Ha

57 sins in capitals sown
With consequences of rhymes before drugged mockers

And before my life that is consumed with rap
With only 9 years scarring my mind
My existence, calming my street hunger
Strengthening my absent conscience

Who has given me strength in this?
It's you Hip-Hop, you're my teacher
(Our Father who art in the street, hallowed be your name, let us live in your kingdom, your will be done in the commercial as well as in the underground give us today our...)

I live in a world which does not satisfy me
Joy of a mind that is reborn with songs
I speak with an art that does fill my self-esteem
And I respect everyone who always shines in rhymes

But it's not fair that they continue to take advantage
Of all our effort, with this, are you listening to me?
Each one, each one, does evil, does good
Be it here, be it there, be it ten, be it a hundred

Words don't scare me
On the other hand, he does insult me
That I have not seen width, that I am not a black, that I do not wear necklaces
Because I am who I want, but I represent myself

And without weapons I say what I feel
Of course as long as I use my 4 arguments
And I repeat what I represent, Commando 57
A Hip-Hop growing, growing, you know

Rap is my music and my poetry
Hip-Hop is my way of life, my oxygen my night and day
How to live without defining? How to learn without instructing?
How can you want to be gold without knowing what goldfield is?

Rap is my music and my poetry
Hip-Hop is my way of life, my oxygen my night and day
How to live without defining? How to learn without instructing?
How can you want to be gold without knowing what goldfield is?