A lo largo de su carrera Miles Davis introdujo continuamente variaciones en la forma y el sonido del jazz. El rapper Nas ha trasladado este mismo nivel de innovación artística, transformación y liberación al mundo del hip hop. Alabado por la crítica por la complejidad de sus versos poéticos, por mostrar la dinámica de la calle y penalidades del ghetto, Nasir Jones a sus 25 años restauró la importancia del lirismo en el mundo del hip hop con su ya clásico álbum debut "Illmatic" en 1994. Dos años más tarde su "personaje" de Nasir Escobar inauguró la corriente "Mafioso" en la cultura del hip hop, con "It was written". Ahora, con 12 cortes que mezclan diversos estilos dentro de la nación global del hip hop, con su característica poesía profética, Nas presenta "I am..." otro hito creativo en la historia del hip hop y en el artista mismo. Nas recibe la clase de respeto que identifica a los verdaderos artífices de la palabra en el rap, para ellos todo se reduce a sus letra...
El rock es un género musical que se originó en Estados Unidos a mediados del siglo XX y se popularizó en todo el mundo en las décadas siguientes. El rock es una fusión de varios géneros musicales, como el blues, el country y el folk, entre otros.
El sonido del rock se caracteriza por el uso de guitarras eléctricas, baterías y bajo, aunque también se utilizan otros instrumentos como teclados y sintetizadores. Las letras de las canciones suelen hablar sobre temas como el amor, la política, la sociedad, la rebeldía y la juventud.
A lo largo de los años, el rock ha evolucionado en muchos subgéneros diferentes, como el rock and roll, el rock progresivo, el punk, el heavy metal, el grunge, el indie rock y muchos más. Algunas de las bandas más influyentes en la historia del rock incluyen a The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Queen, Nirvana y Radiohead, entre otras.
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I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
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To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker
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Break it down
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today
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Break it down
Yea aight?
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