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2007-09-23

Touch the sky - Kanye West



Y otro regreso más. Sin gracia y sin pausa.
Y lo tuve que encontrar un poco más mimado y caminando, y con mirada graciosa y un poco más disparado. Dejando de ser un chico tranquilo y paando a ser un niño activo.
Son partes de la vida que me alegran, son mis retos que debo ir enfrentando, mucho viajar y vivir como minero, y se producen estos efectos. Entonces, hay que irlos enfrentando uno a uno y redescubrir que mientras unas cosas van bien, la otra se joden.
Que la salud es lo más imporante, porque el dolor de amor puede enfermar y la falta de salud te puede quebrar. Pero sano, se puede luchar.

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc,
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed.
I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the Lox (locks).
Now let's go.
Take 'em back to the plan...
Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van.
Any pessimists I ain't talked to them,
Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment.
Let's take 'em back to the club.
Least about an hour I would stand on line,
I just wanted to dance.
I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance.
I just wanted to shine.
Jay's favorite line: "Dog, in due time"
Now he look at me, like "Damn, dog, you where I am"
A hip hop legend.
I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven.

[Chorus]

Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la
(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)
Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la
(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock,
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop,
I'd do anything to say "I got it".
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket.
Before anybody wanted K-West beats,
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC.
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns,
Like "Damn, these niggas that much better than me?"
Baby, I'm going on an airplane,
And I don't know if I'll be back again.
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets,
But when she came to kick it, things became different.
Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.
I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long.
I'm trying to write my wrongs,
But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song.
Now,

[Chorus 2]
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
(You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third.
Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but bit on the verge
Hold it down like we're on the serve
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's.
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street.
I'm trying to stop lying like a Mum-Ra,
But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat.
Engarde, Touch© Lupe cool as the Unthar,
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
I come as correct as a porn star,
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.
So, I represent the first.
Now, let me hear my verse right where the horns are like

[Chorus 2]

(We back at home, baby)
Sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
Sky, Sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
Yeah! (Keep it rollin)
(Feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!)

2007-08-04

We don't care - Kanye West

Que buen coro de niños tuve hoy, y más allá de los humores, fue lo mejor en mucho tiempo, aunque hay un lado bastante escurridizo de mi parte, que me hace perderme en los niños para ignorar a los grandes... eso, creo, no le quita mucho mérito.
En realidad hay poco que decir... son días tranquilos... para ladear la cabeza (o martillar) con la mejor coordinación posible, y la menor responsabilidad asociada.... como un niño¡¡¡

And all my people thats drug dealing just to get by stack your money till it gets sky high we
Weren't Suppose to make it past 25 jokes on you we still alive throw your hands up in the sky
And say we don't what people say

[Verse 1]
If this is your first time hearin this you are about to experience somethin so cold man we
Never had nothing handed took nothing for granted took nothin from no man, man im my own man
But as a shorty i loked up to the dopeman only adult man i knew that wasn't broke man flickin
Starter coats man, man you don't know man we dont care what people say this is for my niggas
Outside all winter cuz this summer they ain't finna say next summer im finna, sittin' in the
Hood like community colleges this dope money here is lil Tre's scholarship cuz aint no tuition
For having no ambition and ain't no loans for sittin your ass at home so we forced to sell
Crack rap and get a job you gotta do somethin man your ass is grown

[Chorus]
Drug dealing just to get by stack your money till it gets sky high (kids sing kids sing) we
Weren't Suppose to make it past 25 jokes on you we still alive throw your hands up in the sky
And say we don't what people say

[Verse 2]
The second verse is for my dawgs working 9 to 5 that still hustle cuz a nigga can't shine off
6.55 and everybody selling make up, jacob's and bootleg tapes just to get they cake up we put
Shit on layaway then come back we claim other people kids on our income tax we take that money
Cop work then push packs to get paid and we don't care what people say momma say she wanna
Move south scratching lottery tickets eyes on a new house around the same time doe ran up in Dud

2007-07-06

Crack music - Kanye West

A ver: vamos a hacer resumen de sintomas: dolor de hombros, ojos cansados, musculos agarrotados, cansancio mental extremo, sensación de vacío.
Es que me volvió de nuevo, y peor que nunca, el vicio de la música y la acumulación... y reconociendo que en realidad son males... mejor bajar la intensidad y volver a explotar calidad y no tanta cantidad.
Pero ese de Estelares, el otro de Waters... carajo, en realidad hace falta mucha música aquí... y entonces hay stress garantizado.
Y eso está muy bien.

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

(The Game)
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

(Kanye)
How we stop the black panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that?
What Gil Scott was hearin
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin.
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland
We invested in that it's like we got Merril-Lynched
And we been hangin from the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it,sell it
the fiends cop it
nowadays they cant tell if that's that good shit
we ain't sure man
put the CD on your toungue yeah, thats pure man.

{Hook}
From the place where the fathers gone,
the mothers is hardly home
and the...
gonna lock us up in a...home
how the Mexicans say we just tryin to party homes
they wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical,
Am and Hammer baking soda
raised they own quota
Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz--
Cuz dreams of being 'Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein a dopeman
ta bein a president look theres hope man
this that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man,
shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin.
And this is the soundtrack,
this tha type of music you make when you round that----
crack music nigga,
that real black music nigga.

(The Game)
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

(Kanye)
God-how could you let this happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, happen?

(Kanye)
That's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music

(The Game)
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

That's that crack music, crack music, that real black music, black music

Our father, give us this day our daily bread ...give us these days and take our daily bread,
see I done did all this ole bullshit
and to attone I throw a little somethin, somethin on the pulpit.
we took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
and what we gave back was crack music
and now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
so our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies
and we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy
now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies
this dark diction has become America's addiction
those who ain't even black use it.
we gon' keep baggin up this here crack music

2007-01-30

Touch the sky - Kanye West

Ya es hora de bajar la frecuencia de la preocupación y la tristeza. No es que estoy bien, estoy mejorando.
Soy prisionero de mis inventos... de veras la felicidad es un lugar tranquilo? Se parece a un lugar aburrido? Debería entonces ser-estar feliz?
Bueno, aquí viene Kanye, de veras no son momentos de conflicto existencial pues la amistad me pone mejor, el ritmo me deja hacer, y las ganas me regresan poco a poco. Y siempre hay mucho por hacer.
Hay que bajar esos humos a tierra, aunque sea en forma violenta.

Kanye West:
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc,
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed.
I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the Lox (locks).
Now let's go.
Take 'em back to the plan...
Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van.
Any pessimists I ain't talked to them,
Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment.
Let's take 'em back to the club.
Least about an hour I would stand on line,
I just wanted to dance.
I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance.
I just wanted to shine.
Jay's favorite line: "Dog, in due time"
Now he look at me, like "Damn, dog, you where I am"
A hip hop legend.
I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven.

Hook 1 (P. Diddy)
Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la
(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)
Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la
(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)

Kanye West:
Back when Gucci was the shit to rock,
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop,
I'd do anything to say "I got it".
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket.
Before anybody wanted K-West beats,
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC.
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns,
Like "Damn, these niggas that much better than me?"
Baby, I'm going on an airplane,
And I don't know if I'll be back again.
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets,
But when she came to kick it, things became different.
Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.
I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long.
I'm trying to write my wrongs,
But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song.
Now,

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
(You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third.
Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Hold it down like we're on the serve
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's.
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street.
I'm trying to stop lying like a Mum-Ra,
But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat.
Engarde, Touch© Lupe cool as the Unthar,
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
I come as correct as a porn star,
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.
So, I represent the first.
Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like

Hook 2 (P. Diddy)
(We back at home, baby)
Sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
Sky, Sky high
I'm, I'm sky high
Yeah! (Keep it rollin)
(Feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!)

2006-10-31

Heard'em say - Kanye West

Y dale con el Hip Hop.
Esta mañana salí a correr con Kanye, el negro más genial que he escuchado desde hace mucho tiempo, y en un género donde ya había demasiados blancos. Y aplasta con tanto swing.
Tanto que bailo al correr, al caminar y al estar sentado. Bienvenido al genio de la música que demuestra que para hacer Hip Hop hay que saber cantar.
Y encima es un pornográfo confeso, mucha diversión Kanye, mucho ritmo. Aquí te sigo saltando en el teclado, bailando con los dedos, con los hombros incontrolados, me pongo marchoso y salgo a pasarla bien, aunque todo esté mal.
Hey Mr. West¡

And I heard 'em say
nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today
From the Chi, Like Tim, it's a Hardaway
till this is in the name of love, like robert say
Before you ask me to go get a job today,
can I at least get a raise on the minimum wage?
And I know the government administer aids,
So I guess we just pray like the minister say
Abu Akhbar be throwin' some hot cause
things we seein' on the screen not ours
but these niggas from the hood, so these dreams not far
where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars
but they can't cop cars without seein' cop cars
I guess they want us all behind bars, I know it, uh

And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today
And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow today
But we'll find a way

And nothin' lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way

They say people in your life for seasons
And anything that happen is for a reason
And niggas gun-clappin' and keep to squeezin'
And gran' keep prayin' and keep believin'
In Jesus, and one day that she'll see him
Till then in walk his footsteps and try to be him,
The devil is alive, I feel him breathin'
Claimin' money is the key, so keep on dreamin'
And put them lottery tickets just to tease us
My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down,
So now my lil' cousin smokin' them cigarettes now
His job try to claim that he too niggerish now
Is it cuz his skin blacker than licorice now?
I can't figure it out, sick of it now,

And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today
And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow today
But we'll find a way
And nothin' lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way

With every worthless word we get more far away
And nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today
And nothin lasts forever, but be honest, babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way