Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El hip hop y las camisas remetidas, artist - El Chojin. Album song Mi Turno, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.11.2004
Record label: Fonomusic
Song language: Spanish
El hip hop y las camisas remetidas(original) |
Sin duda alguna una suma nunca suma menos, siempre suma mas |
Sumas mas y verás |
Como esta creciendo el movimiento de esto |
Que hace tiempo se intentó restar importancia al considerar quiza de pocopeso, |
buah! |
Algún tonto bien vestido con su camisa |
Pensó que esta movida quiza dara algo de risa |
Bien nosotros lo tomamos tranqui y sin prisa |
Nos sacamos las camisitas y dijimos venga vamos a vender |
Vamos a convencer con movidas bien hechas |
Y cual fue su respuesta, indiferencia |
Entonces claro tuvimos que hacerlo con mas contundencia |
Sacamos las piedras, rayamos cristales |
No adueñamos de sus parques |
Nos hicimos fuertes en sus calles |
Y lo que al principio les daba risa pues se convirtió en un problema grande |
Y lo grande se convirtió en gigante |
Y lo gigante en inconmensurable |
Y para cuando quisieron pisparse pues ya era demasiado tarde |
Porque se transmitía por el aire |
Y parece ser que no podía curarse |
Sus propios hijos corrían el riesgo de infectarse |
Entonces se asustaron se apresuraron a meterse su camisa |
Nueva y fueron sin perder tiempo a rezar a misa |
Pero cuando llegaron la iglesia estaba vacía |
Donde estaba el cura eh? |
Donde estaba el dios que les protegía? |
Pues estaban en una Jam ahí saltando con mis rimas |
Entonces el problema era mas grande de lo que parecía |
Hubo una reunión urgente de los camisas remetidas |
Tenían que encontrar una salida |
Estaba amenazada su propia forma de vida |
Solución introducir espías, si eso funcionaria |
Le sacaron la camisa, le pusieron una gorra |
Y le dijeron tu di estas rimas |
Nosotros ponemos las pelas, la tele, la radio y las siglas |
Decimos que tienes 100.000 millones de copias vendidas |
Y asi de repente un dia los camisas remetidas empezaron con la opresión |
Es la historia y no es de coña asi fue como ocurrió |
Hubo una lucha feroz entre todos por su control |
Sin darse cuenta de que sus reglas en esta ocasión |
No valían, los camisas remetidas no podían manipularlo |
No, misión: hip hop |
Algunos de los nuestros no eran tan fuertes como pensábamos |
Las ideas de los camisas remetidas empezaron a dar resultados |
Algunos escuchaban al infiltrado |
Empezaron a tragarse el engaño |
Mas espías creaban tensión dentro de los barrios |
Parecía que nuestros días entaban contados |
Algunos se borraron, desaparecieron y aparecieron de nuevo con pantalones |
ajustados |
Renegando de los que fueran sus hermanos |
Escuchando música del diablo, ay bacalao y sus cascos |
Teniamos que hacer algo |
«los débiles que quedaron fuera ya no interesan, tenemos que cuidar de los que |
quedan» |
Entonces declaramos la guerra a los camisas remetidas |
Y con las camisitas por fuera y el 28 850 a la cabeza |
Todos lo barrios se pusieron las capuchas negras |
Y se echaron a la calle con tanta violencia |
Que lo único blanco que se veía en las paredes eran los tags sobre las puertas |
negras |
Se escuchaban rimaderos en todas las aceras |
Los quitasoles, los botes y las mesas de mezclas se unieron a la guerra |
Y la unión hizo la fuerza |
Y la fuerza hizo que los camisas remetidas se pusieran contra las cuerdas |
Pero esta vez no nos íbamos a quedar a medias |
No nos ibamos a conformar con que se rindieran |
Teníamos que acabar con la amenaza para siempre |
Teníamos que encontrar a los espías y después de ello, a sus jefes |
Hacerles pagar con creces, hacer que desapareciesen |
Que se fuesen y no volviesen |
Pero los camisas remetidas tienen cabezas listas |
Y cuando el tiempo se pone feo, emigran |
Asi que desaparecieron sin dejar pistas |
Solo una nota que decía |
«volveremos y venceremos algun día» |
Bien os esperamos, esta fue la primera parte del hip hop y las camisas remetidas |
Pero sin duda alguna habrá mas las iremos contando, algun día |
Es la historia y no es de coña asi fue como ocurrió |
Hubo una lucha feroz entre todos por su control |
Sin darse cuenta de que sus reglas en esta ocasión |
No valían, los camisas remetidas no podían manipularlo |
No, misión: hip hop |
(translation) |
Without a doubt, a sum never adds less, it always adds more. |
Add more and you will see |
How is the movement of this growing |
That long ago they tried to play down importance by considering perhaps low weight, |
wow! |
Some well dressed fool in his shirt |
He thought that this move might give some laughs |
Well we take it easy and without hurry |
We took off our shirts and said come on let's sell |
Let's convince with well-made moves |
And what was his response, indifference |
So of course we had to do it with more forcefulness |
We take out the stones, we scratch crystals |
We do not own your parks |
We became strong in its streets |
And what at first made them laugh turned into a big problem |
And the big became giant |
And the giant in immeasurable |
And by the time they wanted to step on it, it was already too late |
Because it was transmitted through the air |
And it seems that it could not be cured |
Their own children were at risk of infection |
Then they got scared they rushed to put on their shirt |
New and they went without wasting time to pray at mass |
But when they arrived the church was empty |
Where was the priest huh? |
Where was the god that protected them? |
Well, they were in a Jam there jumping with my rhymes |
So the problem was bigger than it seemed |
There was an urgent meeting of the tucked shirts |
They had to find a way out |
Their very way of life was threatened |
Solution to introduce spies, if that would work |
They took off his shirt, they put a cap on him |
And they told him you gave these rhymes |
We put the pelas, the TV, the radio and the acronyms |
We say you have 100 billion copies sold |
And so suddenly one day the tucked shirts started with the oppression |
It's the story and it's not a joke that's how it happened |
There was a fierce fight between everyone for control |
Not realizing that your rules this time |
They weren't worth it, the tucked shirts couldn't handle it |
No, mission: hip hop |
Some of ours weren't as strong as we thought |
The ideas of the tucked shirts began to give results |
Some listened to the infiltrator |
They began to swallow the deception |
More spies created tension within the neighborhoods |
It seemed that our days were numbered |
Some were erased, disappeared and appeared again with pants |
adjusted |
Disowning those who were his brothers |
Listening to music of the devil, oh cod and their helmets |
we had to do something |
«The weak that were left out are no longer of interest, we have to take care of those who |
remain» |
So we declared war on the tucked shirts |
And with the shirts on the outside and 28,850 at the head |
All the neighborhoods put on their black hoods |
And they took to the streets with such violence |
That the only white that was seen on the walls were the tags on the doors |
black |
Rimaderos were heard on all the sidewalks |
Umbrellas, boats and mixers joined the war |
And the union made the force |
And the force made the tucked shirts stand against the ropes |
But this time we were not going to stay halfway |
We were not going to settle for them to surrender |
We had to end the threat forever |
We had to find the spies and after that, their bosses |
Make them pay dearly, make them disappear |
Let them go and not come back |
But tucked shirts have smart heads |
And when the weather turns ugly, they migrate |
So they disappeared without leaving a clue |
Just a note that said |
“we will come back and win one day” |
Well we wait for you, this was the first part of hip hop and tucked shirts |
But without a doubt there will be more we will count them, some day |
It's the story and it's not a joke that's how it happened |
There was a fierce fight between everyone for control |
Not realizing that your rules this time |
They weren't worth it, the tucked shirts couldn't handle it |
No, mission: hip hop |