Mis Principios No Son Show

I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah

I didn't come to lift your party or cheer up your pub
I don't want a 'throw your hands up'
That's not part of my rap
It's not about watching it rain, it's about writing in pursuit of peace
It's not about going back for more peeled white boots
MCs adjust to what the public demands
They ask for original rap! It doesn't matter how many beats they ruin
Yet look, they live swaying to what they exhibit
If they see one, feed their ego first, that oppresses them
That's why they write, that's why they copy
Other MCs babbling incomprehensible rhyming lyrics
That's why these idiots continue
Because there are idiots even more idiotic following them
Because everyone pursues
Identifying with an 'idem'
The MC of 2010 wants to see everyone enjoy
And deprive themselves of growing because they can't conceive
Being the best if there aren't thousands of idiots
Throwing flowers wherever they walk
I don't know if you understand me and I don't care if you decide
Not to understand that applause is received, not achieved
Mediocrity prevents them from finally standing out
As an option in the silence
When the knowledgeable opine
They say they use rap as art
That's a premise that not even the most generous shares
Art by definition is the expression of the soul
So does your soul ask you to raise your hands and jump?
I say it's the ego hurt a few years before
A smart kid in school
Who as an MC is popular and interesting
It's disturbing how you self-censor
At least in a part of your rap
You could be honest

I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah

I didn't come to make anyone jump
If I don't care if you rage, blabber
The right, the left is the party-hating barbarism
While it's the foot, the emphasis, what I rap
And what I think the time that
The audience thinks about throwing the first stone
How many of us are there?
How many influenced idiots?
How much school did I do?
How many cut and paste 'without'
How many cut and paste 'sam'
Like at the time the sef
Knowing my rap doesn't mean knowing me
Knowing me is not the same as understanding me
Between having you and not having you, I prefer to entertain myself
Dreaming is easy, I don't need to sell myself
You didn't notice that detail, that's why you don't see my name on flyers
There's no workshop that teaches you to forget yesterday
I know they expect to see me fail
For the pain to finally silence me
They know well that if I don't rap, it's likely I'll explode
But my verse now on your street
Another palace of Versailles
The excess of diet layers
Prevents me from expanding
Poetry is the remedy and it's good even if it's not Bayer
I improvise my elegies on an Isaac Hayes theme
I don't promote or identify with any 'isms'
If there's something I represent, it's being true to oneself
My sorrows are far from the same
Ideas of artists with a hint of insight
It's astigmatism by astigmatism

I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah

Don't call yourselves poets
If you don't respect the lyrics
If you only read and notice breasts
If your recipe is, partying, booze, and ditch
And alliterate alliteration until it becomes obsolete
I don't want to see you jump
Or headbang
I prefer to think that you think
Also that sometimes you read
Many don't believe
But ask Aerstame
How it feels that after the ovation they boo you
I didn't come to tell you what to think
I don't promote alcohol or drugs
I just invite you to reflect
Even if I don't agree, I'm willing to respect
Because I write what my soul dictates
I don't write about partying!
I don't promote rap
As an excuse, it's an end
It's not a means because it's a filthy means of bling bling
Nothing to do with my endless ingenuity
Of idiots trying to ruin rap
With their ruinous flow
I imagine being Tin Tin, exploring every corner
With the spark of Tin Tan and the passion in Marin
A feast of rhymes locked in my dressing room
I don't want to see you cat on the zinc roof
My message is reflection
I don't have a plan
Other than enjoying the wonders around us
Within the underground, I'm underground
It doesn't matter if they question me
I'm calm
Because I know your idol is my fan

I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah

Chilean rap has grown a lot in skills and talent
But almost nothing in thought
I don't buy into these party MCs
Collecting groupies
And sampling left and right
The least you idiot before slamming the bass
Is to know something about the artist you're stealing from
For you, sampling is the only way to compose
For me, it's paying homage to those who made their music a pleasure
Raise your hands!
Raise your hands!
You think I'm Amerigo, idiot?
No, with my people there's no deal
Groups of 10 idiots on stage
Even at home they're in a group, and me?
I'm a lone wolf

I, I, I didn't come for you to have a good time
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah
I didn't come for us to toast with Heineken
I came for my poetry to reach many more people
My principles are not a show, no longer a show
Your hands never with my soul, oh yeah