Matematicas
Tote King
Mathematics
1. meditation, right moment, have patience, relax and concentrate like a juice, others will quickly record their demo, not you, avoid that tombstone with eagle eyes.
2. dedication, analysis, vocation study the factors before action, reject repetition absorb different music, trick the purists of the foundation.
3. your crew, some learn and others teach with time they detach or give a hard time, be careful as they control their way of being if they paint it on the street you could fall too.
4. music, translucent, spirit, sensitivity, a minimum, spend hours in front of the pad, start walking be honest with yourself ask, what do you have to say?
5. release the nerve, prepare your demo, it can be in a room but you release your opinion memo, key moment you must arrive show your skills, impressing is not a matter of age.
6. contacts, jump traps of oldies with disgusting contracts, your ear will sweat from using the phone what reflects between the lines how far this hobby has come.
7. bonds of unity among the audience, break when they don't feel you it's the only thing, you'll have to learn to suffer the experience, the bad living of rap doesn't wash consciences.
8. envies, jealousies, attack you, a lot of big mouths learn from JuaniKnaka, take your work to the maximum with quality and demand to be paid what was agreed upon which is your amount.
9. you rust and don't move, relaxing means getting comfortable and you can't, it's easy to succeed one year and then fall, the old school syndrome the tough part is to stay.
10. when they screw you, leave, let the fresher kid penetrate and blow, mathematics don't fail you saw light, some money and glory take your coffin.
Mathematics, theoretical and practical, love, art and galactic lyrics, do the math from 1 to 10, a healthy and slippery mind like a fish. (repeat ²)
10. you want to continue at all costs, you are aware that it's not like before because turning a blind eye, a new virtue elevates you above the new kids, it will give them class for this game.
9. only the bad ones stick to you, those who need someone by their side to be someone, mafia faces are the emblem and faced with the poor quality of rap you are a good piece.
8. little stories, cheap wine, they don't know you lie more than Pinocchio, but they fill their heads with social criticism, no one has a message anymore talking crap is your specialty.
7. respect with a stiletto, the mask-wearers and the neo-bullfighters, all rap nowadays sounds commercial and it's normal, you don't like rap, you like the hospital.
6. you and your sensei role, your sect, your bees have no nectar, you walk with your record under your arm through the club, no one wants your crap because it's dry.
5. your accomplices abandon you, they have a girlfriend and a house in the area, they don't want trouble or problems they're tired of playing rap, they need a guarantee and for that, there's daddy.
4. you're alone, tired, an idea passes through your head by your side, you can record another demo and rejuvenate, stop dreaming and make yesterday come back.
3. you're in it, you're close, it's difficult but you carry it inside and remember, what a pleasant feeling not to return to the contract, to be working in your room with the radio and the turntables.
2. you're where you started, you regain your smile with black teeth and baggage, but there's no greater pleasure, no greater joy, than being at 10 and then going back to 1.
Mathematics, theoretical and practical, love, art and galactic lyrics, do the math from 10 to 1 I don't believe in God, let me know if you see any. (repeat ²)