DRIAKTV's video: Driak - 02 El rap est muriendo La Soledad del Silencio

Track List: DriakTv 01. Vivo en el caos [Base Internet] 02. El rap esta muriendo [Base Internet] 03. Celda de castigo (con Mortem) [Base Internet] 04. Todo o nada [Base Internet] 05. Por un sueno (con Parisell) [Base Internet] 06. Comeos vuestra S.O.P.A [Base Internet] 07. Todo es posible [Base Internet] 08. No llores cielo [Base Internet] 09. La soledad del silencio [Producido por Janodel] 10. Dias oscuros (con Gorkah2h) [Base Internet] 11. Corazon negro [Base Internet] 12. A hierba y jarras (con Kabuto) [Base Internet] 13. Dejo volar mi alma [Base Internet] 14. Amor de dos caras (con Newo) [Base Internet] 15. En un segundo [Base Internet] 16. Tan solo [Base Internet] 17. La mirada de un nino (con Mortem) [Base Internet] 18. Esclavo del folio [Base Internet] APARTADOS Driak - La soledad del silencio [VideoClip] Chocolatex DriakTv Video-DriakTv TAN SOLO Video-DriakTv CELDA DE CASTIGO Video-DriakTv CORAZÓN NEGRO Driak- Por un sueño -[VideoClip] Bohemia´s Film´s LINK DE DESCARGA: http://www.hhgroups.com/maqueta-28845/Driak-La-soledad-del-silencio/ English Translate It is furious, the rap is dying, the putada of a Mc is to live through it from inside. Everything was based on the love and the respect and not on mafias misers with suits of the Ghetto. Soldiers in coalition of a nation, in revolution. There will come the extermination, our revolt, not for zeal of autoovercoming if not for gaps badly cured, in the competition. We fall down in one I want and cannot, in the area of the money, the pedestal is not done for a damned worker. It separates the farce, before you were trying to mark with phrases, now phrases support brands, the message gets lost of big self-taught, slaves of the language, the union will do that our culture does not fall down (dont fall down eh). Four elements handled by the benefit of the market, the raw material contributes to the attempt, the artist flees of a check full evil and assumes that not everything is within reach of his hands. Refrain: Come,fuck, and I will resist. Come, fuck, we continue in foot. Come, fuck, the rebelliousness of the paper the consecrated and eternal fight of a Mc. Come, fuck, and I will resist. Come, fuck, we continue in foot. Come, fuck, the rebelliousness of the paper the consecrated and eternal fight of a Mc. The rap is dying for time, the end of the movement comes, where the breakers are fighting in the pavement, where the graffiteros are doing of walls monuments, which it will belong to the one-man band giving sound to what I sit. If to love the Hip Hop is to be a delinquent, who avenges the government and me condemns to death sentence, which Rasta they intone reggae in my funeral, and that my funereal march is the instrumental one. A royal Bboy will know that we are brothers, from a beginner up to the most veteran. To clutch the pen as if it was a weapon, it is a form of life and they are not going to ill-treat her. Put spirit and more attitude, but have care on having presumed of street, she is the only mother that we have jointly. A brotherhood at liberty of the personal opinion, social critique beyond the commercial thing, the need to separate a racial barrier, to ill-treat the ideal one carries a point and end. Refrain: Come,fuck, and I will resist. Come, fuck, we continue in foot. Come, fuck, the rebelliousness of the paper the consecrated and eternal fight of a Mc. Come, fuck, the unit rots. It approaches the hour of the judgment, we are a guerrilla warfare in opposition to the violence, that I will suffer but ask for clemency. That sentis this to follow road surfaces and joined by that the rap will not die if it bears the resistance.