Thursday, June 19, 2008


Straight Outta Compton

100 Miles and Runnin'

Express Yourself

Ice Cube - Fuck The Police

Ice Cube - Why we thugs

Ice Cube & Westside Connection Let It Rain

Eazy E - Real Muthaphuckkin "G"s

Today Was A Good Day

We Want Eazy

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Amish paradie

Amish Paradise
Weird Al Yankovic

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But thats just perfect for an amish like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning Im milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows... fool
And Ive been milkin and plowin so long that
Even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
Im a man of the land, Im into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight were gonna party like its 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Ive churned butter once or twice
Living in an amish paradise
Its hard work and sacrifice
Living in an amish paradise
We sell quilts at a discount price
Living in an amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really dont care, in fact I wish him well
cause Ill be laughing my head off when hes burning in hell
But I aint never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An amish with a tude?
You know thats unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree
I really look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, youll be bored to tears
We havent even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we aint really quaint, so please dont point and stare
Were just technologically impaired

Theres no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like robinson caruso
Its as primitive as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Were just plain and simple guys
Living in an amish paradise
Theres no time for sin and vice
Living in an amish paradise
We dont fight, we all play nice
Living in an amish paradise

Hitchin up the buggy, churnin lots of butter
Raised a barn on monday, soon Ill raise anutter
Think youre really righteous?
Think youre pure in heart?
Well, I know Im a million time as humble as thou art
Im the pious guy the little amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin points for the afterlife
So dont be vain and dont be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Were all crazy mennonites
Living in an amish paradise
Theres no cops or traffic lights
Living in an amish paradise
But youd probably think it bites
Living in an amish paradise


Monday, July 09, 2007

Words Of Wisdom, por Tupac, del disco 2Pacalypse Now

Killing us one by one

In one way or another

American will find a way to eliminate the problem

One by one

The problem is

the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos

And one by one

we are being wiped off the face of this earth

At an extremely alarming rate

And even more alarming is the fact

that we are not fighting back

Brothers, sistas, niggas

When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear

It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning

But to me

It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished, nigga

Niggas what are we going to do

Walk blind into a line or fight

Fight and die if we must like niggas

This is for the masses the lower classes

The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'

But we were kept out

Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior

Break the chains in out brains that made us fear yah

Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us

Honour a man that who refuses to respect us

Emancipation, proclamation, Please!

Nigga just said that to save the nation

These are lies that we all accepted

Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it

Running through our community, killing the unity

The war on drugs is a war on you and me

And yet they say this is the Home of The Free

But if you ask me its all about hypocrisy

The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me

Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me

Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'

But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something

So get up, its time to start nation building

I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching Chaldean

That they can be all that they wanna to be

There's much more to life than just poverty

This is definitely ahhh words of wisdom


I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault

For suppressing and punishing my people

I charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history

I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me

Trapped in the projects

And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Prosecutor do you have any more evidence

Words of Wisdom

They shine upon the strength of an nation

Conquer the enemy on with education

Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do

Know thy self, teach what we been through

On with the knowledge of the place, then

No one will ever oppress this race again

No Malcolm X in my history text

Why is that?

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?

He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek

I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind

I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime

But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong

Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line

The American dream, though it seems it attainable

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Cause it will strangle yah

Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain

Beg as you can obtain from which you came

Swear that your mother is living in equality

Forgetting your brother that's living her apology

Thought they had us beat when they took our kids

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Words of Wisdom

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Words of Wisdom

NIGHTMARE thats what I am

America's nightmare

I am what you made me

The hate and evil that you gave me

I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people

for Four hundred plus years

You should be scared

You should be running

You should be trying to silence me

ha ha

But you can not escape fate

Well it is my turn to come

Just as you rose you shall fall

By my hands

Amerika, You reap what you sow

2pacalypse America's Nightmare

Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America's Nightmare

Above the Law America's Nightmare

Paris America's Nightmare

Public Enemy America's Nightmare

Krs-One America's Nightmare

Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare

Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare

Assada Shakur America's Nightmare

Saturday, June 02, 2007

I’m moving on

and you are yours and I’m mine,

I’ll see you somewhere in my dreams.

I’m moving on,

so thanks for all the memories

B.B. King


Una mujer,

al escribir en su diario

las preguntas de la noche,

busca la luna entre sus piernas

y encuentra la súplica

de conservar el aroma.

Una niña,

en su manía de la nostalgia,

juega a suicidarse

porque la vida no es sencilla.


La pequeña mano

herida por el vacío,

la espalda donde las alas

se negaron a brotar,

la mirada impaciente

por el miedo en mis ojos,

ninfeta bajo mis sábanas,

escurridiza en el abrazo

para ir en busca de la tarde.



mientras eres una calle

donde me ahogan los ojos,

pienso en lo que fuiste:

origen de la memoria,

crucero donde vendí mi alma.

Monday, May 28, 2007

La raza, by Kid Frost

(verse 1)

Quihubo aquí estoy and i'm soy kid frost

Yo soy jefe matón yes the big boss

A pocos lowly

Is for da balas

I'm puttin' in your face and u won't say 'nada'

Vatos cholos you call as what you will

You say we are assessins si u wanna kill

Is it my brother be a nastyboy and go

Si en da street hold all betters

Chicanos and a brand i proud

Guantes chingazos simon se desquitan

Rigth now in the dirt

What's da matter? are you afraid, you gonna get hurt?

I'm with my homeboys, --- my camaradas

Keepin' back my millaje, y pa mi no vale nada

Yo soy chingón ese

Like al caponne ese

Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me

Some of you don't know what's happenin' que pasa

Now for you, give me, wait...

Cuz this is for la raza...


This for la raza, raza... (x 2)

(verse 2)

The form to i'm speakin' is not descaro

Y sabes que loco? yo soy muy malo

Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes haloh

Beginin' in the head to many times with the palos

Still you are trying to act cool, with that shit no

It's so cool, i'm the cool, you are culo

Is just the big we can takin' and ever

... you're the lava

Your own barrio isn't backin' wa

Be just lookin' your ass

And call to your prover

And so i'm lookin' aleft es lo que pasa...

He he... yeah... this is for la raza...

Raza, raza...

(verse 3)

Crusin' en la calle, i hate for the bolo

No want to go with me, so i have to go solo

And when i go out alone... attack

I touch all that cheladas when i don't wanna absttrack

Everytime that i pack my piss, i pull all that quick

All the nazis desease

Just like a song when the 18 bullet

Got my finger on a triker, i'm not afraid to pull it

If this bara had a not say 'mafiosos'

When you pull it away, no seas stupid, eres baboso

Si en then don't you know what's happenin' que pasa... yeah...

This is for la raza...

Raza... (x 2)

Kid Frost

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

El nacimiento de la inevitable rivalidad

Los 90'
En esta década, el gangsta rap se convirtió en todo un fenómeno social, comenzando en 1992 con la publicación de The Chronic de Dr. Dre. Este álbum estableció un estilo denominado G Funk, que pronto dominaría la Costa Oeste. Transcurrida la década, las discográficas con sede en Atlanta, St. Louis o New Orleans ganaron fama local. Sin duda alguna, el mejor productor de hip-hop más destacado y tal vez el mejor, fue DJ Premier, del dúo Gang Starr. A finales de los 90’, especialmente con el ascenso al estrellato de Eminem, el hip hop fue parte íntegra de la música popular, su música llegaba a todo el mundo, sin entender de razas ni culturas. Pronto, la música pop añadió toques y componentes del hip hop dado su éxito.
A lo largo de la década y en el 2000, diversos elementos del hip hop se fueron asimilando a otros géneros, como el neo soul, por ejemplo, que combina hip hop y soul. Mientras tanto, en la República Dominicana, Santi Y Sus Duendes y Lisa M firmaron el primer single de merenrap, una fusión, como su nombre indica, de merengue y rap.
En Europa, África y Asia, el hip hop pasó de la escena underground al fenómeno mainstream, llegando a los oídos de todo el mundo.

El auge de la West Coast
Después de que N.W.A. se disolviera, Dr. Dre (un miembro del grupo) publicó uno de los mayores pelotazos de la historia del género, The Chronic (1992), consiguiendo los primeros puestos de las listas gracias a todo un himno como Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang. The Chronic redirigió a la Costa Oeste hacia una nueva dirección, en la que encontró influencias de artistas de P funk, uniendo los psicodélicos beats del funky con un rapeo sosegado y tranquilo, dejándose llevar, renombrando así el estilo en G funk, y dominando el mercado durante muchos años gracias a la plantilla del sello discográfico Death Row Records, dirigida por Suge Knight y que contaba con artistas de la talla de Snoop Doggy Dogg, (cuyo Doggystyle triunfó, What's My Name y Gin and Juice, fueron los principales hits), 2Pac o Dr. Dre.
Lo cierto es que, aunque la Costa Oeste eclipsó a los de Nueva York, algunos de los raperos de la Costa Este también lograron triunfar. Nueva York llegó a dominar en cuanto a número de ventas gracias a la irrupción de Puff Daddy (No Way Out), Mase (Harlem World) y otros artistas de Bad Boy Records, a pesar de la crítica mordaz que recibieron por tratarse más de artistas de pop, haciéndose pasar por raperos, pese al pasado underground de, por ejemplo, Mase. Sin embargo, Nueva York también dio calidad, e irrumpieron raperos que se abrieron el camino del reconocimiento sin necesidad de vender en demasía. Algunos de los casos que mejor lo reflejaron fueron Nas (Illmatic), Busta Rhymes (The Coming) o Wu-Tang Clan (Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)).
El resurgimiento de Nueva York crecía de dimensión cada día, y empezaban a acaparar un éxito que, por consiguiente, afectaba a la otra costa, la oeste. Esta confrontación desembocó en una inevitable rivalidad entre las dos discográficas más trascendentes del momento: Death Row Records vs. Bad Boy Records. La rivalidad en cuanto a ventas alcanzó rápidamente el plano personal, por medio de la música. Desgraciadamente, esta historia escribió un final trágico con la muerte de Tupac Shakur y Notorious B.I.G..

Diversificación de estilos

Mientras Run DMC empezaba a desarrollar la costa este, Planet Rock de Afrika Bambaataa se consumaba como una de las primeras canciones ‘electro’. Basado en un sample del grupo alemán Kraftwerk (Trans-Europe Express), Planet Rock se inspiró en innumerables grupos. Residentes en New Jersey, Nueva York y Detroit, entre otros lugares, hacen dance electrónico, muy influenciado en el techno y el house, también por el hip hop latino (Expose y The Cover Girls), además de artistas electro hop residentes en Los Angeles como World Class Wreckin' Cru y Egyptian Lover. La escena de la música electro florece, especialmente, en el norte de Inglaterra, en la zona centro y Londres.

Difusión del hip hop dentro de Estados Unidos
A finales de los 70’, el hip hop era fundamentalmente conocido en las mayores ciudades del país, desarrollándose en numerosas regiones estilos y variantes. Fuera de New Jersey, Philadelphia y Nueva York, ésta última, cuna del género, el hip hop vio una intenta diversificación regional.
La primera grabación de hip hop en Chicago fue el tema Groovy Ghost Show de Casper, publicado en 1980, mientras con Caution y Plee Fresh comenzaba a sonar un sonido muy distinguido en Chicago, allá por 1982. Chicago también vivió el desarrollo de la música house a comienzos de 1980, que pronto comenzó a mezclarse con rap, dando lugar al hip house, ganando más popularidad en la franja que va de finales de 80’ a principios de 90’.
El rapero hardcore de Los Angeles Ice-T y el artista electro hop Egyptian Lover comenzaron a grabar en 1983, aunque el honor de la primera grabación corresponde a Disco Daddy & Captain Rapp con Gigolo Rapp en 1981. En Miami, pegaba fuerte el Miami bass, una forma sensual de dance, que surgi
ó del electro de Los Angeles electro. El estilo, normalmente, incluye rapeo. En Washington D.C. también emergió una forma de dance influenciada por el hip hop llamado go go, que incorporaba DJ y MC.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Because I got high, by Afroman

It's Like, I don't care about nothin' man,

roll another blunt, Yea (ohh ohh ohh),

La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,

La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa

I was gonna clean my room until I got high

I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high

my room is still messed up and I know why (why man?)

yea hey, - cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna go to class before I got high

I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high

(La da da da da da da da da)

I am taking it next semester and I know why, (why man?)

yea hey, - cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna go to work but then I got high

I just got a new promotion but I got high

now I'm selling dope and I know why (why man?)

yea heayy, - cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna go to court before I got high

I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high

they took my whole paycheck and I know why (why man?)

yea heayy,- cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high

I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high

(La da da da da da da da da)

Now I am a paraplegic and I know why (why man?)

yea heayy,- because I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high

I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high

now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why (why man?)

yea heyy,- because I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high

I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high

now I'm jacking off and I know why,

yea heyy,- cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I messed up my entire life because I got high

I lost my kids and wife because I got high

now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why (why man?)

yea heyy,- cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high

I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high

and if I don’t sell one copy I know why (why man?)

yea Hey,- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]

La da da da da da, La da da da,

Shoop shooby doo wop.

Get jiggy wit it, skibbidy bee bop diddy do wahhh-

cause I'm high [repeat 3X]

(hey where the cluck at cuz) [clucks]

Well my name is afroman and I'm from east pomdale


and all the tolweed I be smokin is bomb as helllllll (excelent delivery)

I don't beleive in Hitler, that's what I said (oh my goodness)

so all of you skins (skins) please give me more head