Regañando incluso a HST y toda su conciencia dominicana.
Quien sea que lea esto, tope "La reforma", un disco bastante bueno.
martes, 26 de julio de 2011
martes, 19 de julio de 2011
Al tiro, que también es venéreo.
"-Bueno, Haymitch, ¿Qué te parece que los juegos tengan un cien por cien más de competidores de lo normal?- pregunta Caesar.
-No le veo diferencia- responde Haymitch, encogiéndose de hombros-. Seguirán siendo estúpidos al cien por cien, como siempre, así que supongo que las oportunidades vienen a ser las mismas."
De "En llamas", un libro que, bueno... Te pone a leer. Está buenero.
-No le veo diferencia- responde Haymitch, encogiéndose de hombros-. Seguirán siendo estúpidos al cien por cien, como siempre, así que supongo que las oportunidades vienen a ser las mismas."
De "En llamas", un libro que, bueno... Te pone a leer. Está buenero.
viernes, 15 de julio de 2011
Ese Alejandro. Jaja.
"Primero que nada, quiero decirles que desmadro al eptos al igual que a su crew, se cree unas bombas de mierda, yo soy las bombas del cope 2♪ Segundo que nada, tú ignorancia me repatea, me repugna... al igual que la mi ignorancia, y más que juzgar, buscaré proponer diciendo, en vez de alegar a lo torpe, propongan algo productivo, y más que proponerlo actúenlo, háganlo... y también lean un mucho, y que entre su lectura esté presente www.sarapesdeavaro.blogspot.com Eso es todo amigos."
Tirando mierda en www.tujuicio.com respecto a la ignorancia. Antañito.
Tirando mierda en www.tujuicio.com respecto a la ignorancia. Antañito.
B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J And Busta Rhymes - Hit Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)
Aquí es donde el mainstreameo se tambalea... O bien, "Lo Under". Jaja.
Vean nomás el roster, maldita sea.
jueves, 14 de julio de 2011
How Come - D12
So i changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me!
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
we were so young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin i went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When ronnie died you was right by my side with a sholder to cry on
A tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its just like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
And i can sense it, and i dont like it
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you!
[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you wont fall victim at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint ya man and lyin like she can't be loose
But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
The one that is changing is you
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you!
[Verse 3: Proof]
You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen
But PROOF is just actin out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I keep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lies
Aint wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come)when you talk its with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, UNLESS IT'S YOU!
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
we were so young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin i went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When ronnie died you was right by my side with a sholder to cry on
A tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its just like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
And i can sense it, and i dont like it
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you!
[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you wont fall victim at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint ya man and lyin like she can't be loose
But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
The one that is changing is you
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you!
[Verse 3: Proof]
You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen
But PROOF is just actin out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I keep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lies
Aint wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come)when you talk its with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, UNLESS IT'S YOU!
Ssss.
De hecho, solía escuchar esta canción y cantarla con un camarada con el que antaño no tengo contacto alguno. Ahora toma un trasfondo más profundo, más real y supongo que más común de lo que pensaba... Basta con ser quien se es en realidad, con no aparentar en pro de nada, y menos si de un huevo de tiempo se trata. Chale...
De hecho, solía escuchar esta canción y cantarla con un camarada con el que antaño no tengo contacto alguno. Ahora toma un trasfondo más profundo, más real y supongo que más común de lo que pensaba... Basta con ser quien se es en realidad, con no aparentar en pro de nada, y menos si de un huevo de tiempo se trata. Chale...
martes, 12 de julio de 2011
lunes, 11 de julio de 2011
sábado, 9 de julio de 2011
Sweet Sixteen - B.B. King
"The music I listen to, in most white people's houses, I don't hear this,
because your culture wouldn't... Your woman doesn't leave you and slip away like our women,
because you had money to keep your woman.
Your songs are like, "And the train comes around that mountain,
"In the Folsom Prison, in the Folsom Prison".
You know, "Y'all come, y'all come."
Chinese got diddly music, "Pleen ting tang tong ting."
I don't want that and he understands. Everybody's got their culture.
So we're not saying we hate you or we're never talking to you again
and doing business, we don't do that.
We're saying that we want to be independent."
-Muhammad Ali
Aunque bueno, uno sigue siendo caucásico...
martes, 5 de julio de 2011
lunes, 4 de julio de 2011
¡Ja!
A mí no me acompaña un techno fresón el "mood",
ni me late eso de las odas elegíacas a los árboles
o a la sinestésica electricidad del instante o a esas cosas.
Sí pienso que si es en prosa
y te dedicas a hablar cosas que tal vez ni tú entiendes,
mejor que cierres la boca.
O dime ¿qué pretendes?
La neta...
Demagogia sobra,
burocracia de igual forma,
¿y tú hablándome literalmente de nada?
Yo sí te voy a hablar de algo.
A mí me basta "Básicos" con "Soez" y "Serko"
aun a sabiendas de que Dignatarios nomás no,
y muy por encima de Kanye.
Sí te voy a decir que la gente se sigue muriendo,
mientras tú "El filántropo" te dedicas a denostar al dirigente y a nada más.
Te voy a decir que tú dirigirías peor el pedo,
y que lo amarillista rima con terrorismo,
y que aparte te rifas menos que "Alarma".
Que aquí los únicos responsables somos nosotros
y que de la humanidad no podemos esperar más
que una bala en la nuca después de un abrazo.
Que aquí es más héroe "El chicharito"
que el hommie del metro balderas
y que "El calderas" está bien feo,
y que la mayoría votó por él,
y que si no ¿entonces que hace ahí, o qué has hecho tú?
Te diré que nada,
y si no es cierto,
lo que sí es cierto es que ha sido del todo inútil,
y que aún así las mayorías se siguen equivocando,
pero ante eso: 6 Cervezas, 3 blunts,
4 líneas chafas y 4 renglones todavía peores del estilo:
"Sigue retorciéndome la enervante
antonomasia mágica de los tus ojos,
de esas glaucas crisálidas ataráxicas
en las que me reencuentro, de nuevo solo"...
Trae pupilentes carnal, y te ignora, te odia.
Mi musa prestidigita, se me esconde la muy zorra.
Los demonios del edén susurran, yo les pongo una zurra
y 1 de 2: O no lo notan por asjols, o sí y se sordean...
Ni de chiste el reconocimiento.
Y es que ellos sí le saben al ámbito,
conocen el rubro.
Son la mafia moderna, la mofa eterna,
la inutilidad andando con un bigote émulo.
Se hacen llamar poetas.
Alejandro
sábado, 2 de julio de 2011
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