Año 2100

I just woke up, year 2100
No graffiti on the streets, no graffiti on the train
Rap doesn’t exist anymore, something’s not right
So much time asleep, it’s like being born again

I step out into modern streets, no legs in sight
The paths are shorter, it’s hard to get lost
Clean sneakers, nobody steps on the ground
The plazas are empty, no one’s doing shit

No explanation for this terrible tragedy
I look for the kids, no one’s leaving their homes
Hip hop was suppressed, faced with threats
You don’t hear dogs barking, just purebred cats

The music’s different, no decent melodies
The most played tracks dumb down the crowd
The shows on TV don’t add anything for the viewer
And no one dares to talk about the president

I want to flow, but I can’t find the sound
I only see people fleeing from this rotten world
Technology has defeated hip hop
And kids kill their enemies on screens

But still, I won’t give up, I keep searching for rap
What drives me is my urge to rhyme
I see a faded graffiti, I might find something good
From inside a basement, I hear a boom bap

For a second, my mind went back to what it was
I saw a ray of light at the end of the race
The dark turned bright, some hope remains
I enter the basement, there’s rap, the little that’s left

I couldn’t believe it, hip hop wasn’t dead
The kids looked at me funny, sitting in their seats
They were bracing for something violent
I said I like rap, and they got happy

After a long chat, they explained what happened
Rap had vanished while I was asleep
But luckily for me, it wasn’t extinct
Rap was still alive

With a speaker to the street, to achieve my goal
The kids spitting freestyles walking next to me
An officer approached, looking offended
I injected rap, and he was surprised

He started to rap without knowing what he was saying
Rap on the streets was in a drought
There was only a drop of rap so cold
But the flood was coming that day

More and more people gathered, understanding little
They thought we were bums with nothing to do
They watched us rap like we were crazy
Rap was slowly being reborn

A kid with a cigarette came to the center of the circle
And following the beat, he started breakdancing
And that’s how rap got back in the groove
When I woke up in the year 2100