Apologetas de La Mediocridad

And as there where I'm not called I get in
I'm going to exemplify with a specific case
Let's talk about Ernesto, a disseminator in trouble
Lover of a current that lacks respect

Hello, I'm Ernesto, good morning
Writer of my greatest passion; philosophy
I'm still not as popular as I would like
And this must change, so I'll look for another way

I want to bring young people closer to reasoning
Because I'm a teacher, but also a hungry man
And if I think about it, between principles and entertainment
I conclude that the former won't give me a penny

I know there are artists within this movement
Who are a source of knowledge for the listener
But let's pretend the wind has blown
I care about mass idols, not the geniuses of the moment
If fame is a plant, it doesn't grow alone, sorry
But based on the amount of shit that fertilizes it
I know! I'll interview artists with two brain cells
And then I'll write a book about Trap, which is trendy

And to make this outrage seem a bit more logical
I'll cover everything with a philosophical tone
So they don't confuse my work with a vulgar joke
I'll assign a depth to their lyrics that doesn't exist

And do you think that distortion will pass?
Of course, I bet anything it can
This is a vale tudo, and I doubt anyone will notice
Look, I'll give you a sample of what I did my homework

C. Tangana is like Descartes in reggaeton
And Yung Beef is something like Plato
And what about Solitario and Ozelot?
- Bah, I'm not interested, they don't reach a million

Are you sure they're not worth mentioning?
Listen to the reflection of Exhibition and Perception
Please, you don't bother me, that doesn't get my attention!
I'll pretend I never heard that information

After this brief introduction of the esteemed one
More than one will have realized they've been fooled
But calm down, leave the coffee and the thirst for anger
The chosen one has come and has left him portrayed

If you seek to teach something by beating around the bush
You do a disservice to what you love
And where you could disseminate thought
You only spread mediocrity, or am I lying?

I'm sorry, I know I'm harsh, although I don't intend to be
But no matter how much I try, I can't find the argument
And it's not that I haven't been attentive, nor because of my temperament
But I don't buy that story, not even with ointment

And they want me not to criticize the heralds
Who change their values for fame and support
To anyone who follows the trend that increases their balance
Because everyone loves the guy who gives them the bonus

And that's how the media and magazines work
Going through YouTubers, TV, pseudo-journalists
To know this you don't have to be the best analyst
They promote those who get views and bury the artist

Then there are those who say that such genre is bad
That in the past everything was better, this and that
And it is if you only listen to commercial music
But we're not to blame if you're a moron

I excuse the crime to the innocent manipulated
But not to the conscious one who agrees with the stipulated
Knowing perfectly the terrain he walks on
He takes advantage of it making ignorance spread

History repeats itself, and whoever denies it, invite me
To see the evidence it competes with, and if not, get out
I don't earn so much for a fool to irritate me
And if my anger doesn't subside, the brain melts

Do you think you'll find substance in pop culture, boy?
And since when does the superficial interest the masses?
Your ode to the superficial annoys me to the point of nausea
Let this serve as an introduction, this is only the first chunk