La Metáfora del Pozo Envenenado

alternative hip-hop, East Coast hip-hop, reggae fusion

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[GUITAR: *electric_wah *0.7*]

[INTRO]
[FX: *water dropping echo*]
[SYN_PAD: *eerie, atmospheric*]
[VOCALS: *female_vocals, airy, humming melody hint*]
(They drank from the water... they didn't know she was dead...) [WHISPER_ADLIB: *soft 0.2*]

[VERSE 1]
There is a poison in the well, an invisible poison, [HEAVY_808_SUB]
it spreads in each glass, making it appetizing.
[BREATH_IN] They call it patriotism, they dress it with eloquence,
but deep down there is only pus, hatred and decadence.
[LOOP_SEGMENT: *repeat 2, spacing:1/16, decay:0,5* "fake news"]
They serve it on the networks, in every newscast,
an elixir of fear for the imprisoned people.
"The stranger comes to steal your portion," [PAN_FLUTE: *accent_melodies*]
It is the first drop that starts the infection.
[DOUBLE_TRACK: *lead+shadow 0.85*] The discourse that was extreme, a rumor in the sewer,
today he sits at the table, puts on the guayaca.

[PRE-CHORUS]
And people drink, no questions asked,
[LOWPASS_SWEEP: *0,3*] while the mind is clouded and souls come together... in the dark.
They feel the thirst to belong, to have a culprit,
and the poison whispers a comfortable lie to them.

[CHORUS]
[REVERB: *type=plate; size=medium; wet=*0.35*]
They're quenching thirst with water from the infected well,
[AUTOTUNE: *key=C#min; strength=*0,6* on adlib: "So thirsty!"]
exchanging the truth for a false dialect.
They talk to us about purity with their hands full of mud,
[GLITCH: *micro_reverse 0.4*] but I look for my spring, far from this accommodation.
[INSTR_SOLO: *pan_flute 0.5*]

[VERSE 2]
The theory of replacement, the demented delirium,
It is the purest poison, straight to the mind.
[GUN_COCK: *0.5*] [FX: *gun_click 0.2*]
They tell you there's a plan, orchestrated and dark,
To erase your face from the walls of the future.
They point to the migrant, to the one who prays differently,
[SHUTTER: *staccato 0.78*] a scapegoat for his labyrinth.
[SILENCE *0.8*] "The Jews don't...", they shouted with the torch in their hands,
the same phrase that poisoned my brother.
History repeats itself, the poison is the same,
only the bottles change, the same fanaticism.

[BRIDGE]
[VOCAL_CONFIG: *Intoxicated, slurred speech effect*]
"Drink it all... feel the power..."
[VOCAL_CONFIG: *clear, defiant*] NO!
This song is the antidote, activated charcoal,
a filter of conscience for the one who has been deceived.
[BUILD] It's not about sides, it's about the water that unites us,
protect the source before hatred ruins it.
[DROP] My rap is a torrent of clear, unruly water
to cleanse the earth that this poison bites.

[CHORUS]
[REVERB: *type=plate; size=medium; wet=*0.35*]
They're quenching thirst with water from the infected well,
[AUTOTUNE: *key=C#min; strength=*0,6* on adlib: "No more!"]
exchanging the truth for a false dialect.
They talk to us about purity with their hands full of mud,
[GLITCH: *micro_reverse 0.4*] but I build my aqueduct, far from this accommodation.

[OUTRO]
[FX: *sound of a clean running stream*]
Looking for water...
[DELAY: *time=1/8; feedback=*0.45*; wet=*0.25* "clean"*]
Clean water...
[FADE_OUT with stream sounds]

[SCRATCH: backspin construction turntable -> scratch vinyl phrase "Ready pa'la acción" long_echo reverse_tail]
Ready pa'la acción

[FX: *single piano note rings out*]
(A new dawn...) [WHISPER_ADLIB]
[FADE_OUT]

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[TAGS: *#trap #conscious #poison #truth #media #system #hope ]

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[GUITAR: *electric_wah *0.7*] [INTRO] [FX: *water dropping echo*] [SYN_PAD: *eerie, atmospheric*] [VOCALS: *female_vocals, airy, humming melody hint*] (They drank from the water... they didn't know she was dead...) [WHISPER_ADLIB: *soft 0.2*] [VERSE 1] There is a poison in the well, an invisible poison, [HEAVY_808_SUB] it spreads in each glass, making it appetizing. [BREATH_IN] They call it patriotism, they dress it with eloquence, but deep down there is only pus, hatred and decadence. [LOOP_SEGMENT: *repeat 2, spacing:1/16, decay:0,5* "fake news"] They serve it on the networks, in every newscast, an elixir of fear for the imprisoned people. "The stranger comes to steal your portion," [PAN_FLUTE: *accent_melodies*] It is the first drop that starts the infection. [DOUBLE_TRACK: *lead+shadow 0.85*] The discourse that was extreme, a rumor in the sewer, today he sits at the table, puts on the guayaca. [PRE-CHORUS] And people drink, no questions asked, [LOWPASS_SWEEP: *0,3*] while the mind is clouded and souls come together... in the dark. They feel the thirst to belong, to have a culprit, and the poison whispers a comfortable lie to them. [CHORUS] [REVERB: *type=plate; size=medium; wet=*0.35*] They're quenching thirst with water from the infected well, [AUTOTUNE: *key=C#min; strength=*0,6* on adlib: "So thirsty!"] exchanging the truth for a false dialect. They talk to us about purity with their hands full of mud, [GLITCH: *micro_reverse 0.4*] but I look for my spring, far from this accommodation. [INSTR_SOLO: *pan_flute 0.5*] [VERSE 2] The theory of replacement, the demented delirium, It is the purest poison, straight to the mind. [GUN_COCK: *0.5*] [FX: *gun_click 0.2*] They tell you there's a plan, orchestrated and dark, To erase your face from the walls of the future. They point to the migrant, to the one who prays differently, [SHUTTER: *staccato 0.78*] a scapegoat for his labyrinth. [SILENCE *0.8*] "The Jews don't...", they shouted with the torch in their hands, the same phrase that poisoned my brother. History repeats itself, the poison is the same, only the bottles change, the same fanaticism. [BRIDGE] [VOCAL_CONFIG: *Intoxicated, slurred speech effect*] "Drink it all... feel the power..." [VOCAL_CONFIG: *clear, defiant*] NO! This song is the antidote, activated charcoal, a filter of conscience for the one who has been deceived. [BUILD] It's not about sides, it's about the water that unites us, protect the source before hatred ruins it. [DROP] My rap is a torrent of clear, unruly water to cleanse the earth that this poison bites. [CHORUS] [REVERB: *type=plate; size=medium; wet=*0.35*] They're quenching thirst with water from the infected well, [AUTOTUNE: *key=C#min; strength=*0,6* on adlib: "No more!"] exchanging the truth for a false dialect. They talk to us about purity with their hands full of mud, [GLITCH: *micro_reverse 0.4*] but I build my aqueduct, far from this accommodation. [OUTRO] [FX: *sound of a clean running stream*] Looking for water... [DELAY: *time=1/8; feedback=*0.45*; wet=*0.25* "clean"*] Clean water... [FADE_OUT with stream sounds] [SCRATCH: backspin construction turntable -> scratch vinyl phrase "Ready pa'la acción" long_echo reverse_tail] Ready pa'la acción [FX: *single piano note rings out*] (A new dawn...) [WHISPER_ADLIB] [FADE_OUT] [const delinquenthabitsSound ogstyle_sendogProducer = { era: "1990s", genre: "Chicano rap, Latin hip-hop, West Coast hip-hop", style: "fusion of boom-bap beats with funky basslines and prominent mariachi brass samples, Spanglish wordplay, storytelling with a street-level perspective", vocals: "male, bilingual (Spanglish), energetic and often high-pitched nasal flows, group vocal interplay, confident and charismatic delivery", mood: "energetic, festive, gritty, urban, confident, laid-back, street party vibe", instrumentation: "sampled mariachi horns, const fugees_snowthaproductSound jerrywonda_salaamremiProducer = { era: "mid-1990s", genre: "alternative hip-hop, East Coast hip-hop, neo-soul, reggae fusion, conscious hip-hop", style: "organic boom-bap, soulful sampling over live instrumentation, seamless blend of hip-hop and R&B, conscious lyricism, strong reggae and Caribbean undertones", vocals: "female, bilingual (English/Spanish), blending rapid-fire, technical chopper flows with the soulful, raspy, and melodic singing of 90s Lauryn Hill. Intelligent, conscious, and confident delivery with intricate wordplay", mood: "introspective, soulful, conscious, smooth, melancholic, hopeful, urban cool", instrumentation: "live funky bass, acoustic guitar, crisp boom-bap drum breaks, Rhodes electric piano, organ, orchestral samples, reggae-style keyboard skank, cello, DJ scratching", mastering: "warm 90s analog mastering, high dynamic range, punchy but not overpowering drums, smooth bass, vocals sit perfectly in the mix, polished yet organic feel, classic East Coast sound"] [TAGS: *#trap #conscious #poison #truth #media #system #hope ]

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