CAE WHEN THE DICTATORSHIP OF YO.TEORICO.

We applauded, bro, you still applaud. Although we now have (like me) fully aware that these issues were fired into the air, badly accommodated phrases, and you feel shame. Nothing is possible against it. We all have reason to be ashamed. We own and slaves of what we say.
So your sentences dressed vacuum noise and will eternally circling the net ... and what can be sadder: continue to receive applause.

In spite of you, which you found, and despite myself I keep waiting for a better level of rap lyrics is done (although some are very good).

We applauded, bro, I idolized, put you drink, butts, girls, smoke, you put on the pedestal when improvisabas and they did not understand shit about your rhymes because they contained words ... and you never used either, precisely why the encadenabas wrong with your sentences.

But that did not matter then, were the "bastard" rap Peruvian eras ps, bro, you were, the others were webadas with you. I believed it, slowly started to believe you the story and give them what they wanted: an arrogant and haughty rapper, a poet cursed in the fledgling rap of those years.

Uploaded on your top, drunk, alone, together with your big ego, you had all the necessary elements to fail.

And fortunately fell, bro, you got your Putamadre and finally you realize you were one more (any), more regret being an asshole lying on her bed, motionless, so decadent drunk, full of blisters, alienated and alone, lost to love your wife.

I'm glad of that fall, cousin, our converts would have been completely different if it had not happened, I'm glad you fell and you had the balls to accept that you were not the character you built, who built to fight with your ego, to divorce of farce ... and be back with maturity and being yourself, without thunder or vacuums but rather, looking at the simplicity convey the point.

Theory: I have come to believe that if it was not huasca could not write, did not create anything. Feeling discomfort of a hangover that was what inspired me, came to my mind cadences, turned on the radio and began to write and write, bounced around. But it was not of those people that after reviewing his text with that shit I felt happy. I only cared about how, if it sounded stupid, and he said "what this shit straw"

How much harm is done no more serious criticism of your work?

Theoretical: Ah, no, ps ... That's like ... look, if you you are a painting and people will say "what bacán what you paint" in your immaturity what you do?, You will continue to paint as paint. You're not going to say "bitch, egg producing half the people are suddenly bad I'm painting." Although I've read about people who understand well, he hates that people praise his work because people are always wrong ... as I once read: "If a ship sinks, I continue to rats, humans do not follow or shitting."

In a way, you're right. If someone is writing and see that people are very condescending bitch, better start breaking their leaves because the audience is definitely a good censor, you maleduca.

And maybe what you do is good, but the problem is when you spend four or five years doing the same. The audience applauds you, then you tell yourself. And that does not let you grow.

Theory: It leaves you, ps, you're right about that. So I have not shown anything you've recorded about five years ... wing, how long I've lost trying to find me ... because look, one thing that will happen with rappers, because the rapper is proud, is not show its internal jurisdictions: its influence or personal things. That's always going to hide, only strive to impose their voice and style make many feel that they are successful, do not look inside themselves.

What is success?

Theory: If you're going to be measured according to people who listen to you, you recontra shit, that's not success. I think, in the case of rap, that success is to be satisfied with what you write, so that one raps.

Now I am in search of groups show that I still made rap, hallucinations, sometimes because I am one of those who think that rap is dead ... But there is always a flower growing among the corpses. For example there are the groups that jazz rap, which I think they make great music. Now I'm listening to these groups, who are Americans, which I always hated it, I did not like American rap because he said "what if I do not understand?" ...

And in Peru?

Theory: In Peru there are people doing good things.

Although not the most, right?

Theory: Is that the letters are not born of the stones, ps, born of the person, and if you have misconceptions going to write crap. So I do not think you can divide the artist from his work are one.

Well, you have to do: The author can be a perfect idiot, a murderer, a jerk or whatever, but his work is not judged by that. The work is judged in itself and if it is good, is applauded, although the author seems a poor fool you.

Theoretical: Oh, of course, but it is an asshole who can not even speak, a dirty, ignorant, that will translate into his work and gets fucked up.

Oh, sure. At the time of creating a built what his intelligence and talent will allow. But what I mean is that the work itself is analyzed in the time of analysis no matter who wrote it. Think Dovstoievsky, who would have the life that was pathetic?, No, but how many would like to have your talent?, Everybody, because his work shows that the guy was a genius in the literature.

Theoretical: Oh, no ps, literature happens I think the reverse: The more you wimps they are, do not know what the hell are the talented geniuses, that bigger is what they produce ...

Of course, the geniuses, but those are 0.1%, all the others are playing the pathetic idiots to justify the mediocrity of his work, believing it to the world that do not understand.

Theoretical: Sure, these are for the roe, are trying to hide their defects and vices. They say, "No, I'm a genius," and five days suck, and when they run out of tickets are filthy, shitty, and the only thing left is to keep writing for not doing roche, because they know it and shit, ha .

And that happens in rap, in a sector that uses the concept evil underground or subway. But back to you, your rap has changed, how and why?

Theory: It is simply a reflection of what I'm thinking now. More practical. Look, before, when I wrote and someone interrupted me, bitch, I threw the remote in the head, was well done ... and I thought that writing was a sacred act. Now, brother, I am writing in the freezer ...

You had all these pose that writers are pseudo priests and inspiration is a magical trance comes and we have ...

Theoretical: Sure, all that shit Parnassian ...

In the Gautier.

Theoretical: Yes, even the eggs, brother, I was hallucinating until going to die. But I swear that after all the shit, one day I got a terrible huasca and said "what the fuck am I doing?" I started writing and I came to spit so much shit to say "I stumbled."

How you had written before?

Theoretical: Bitch, had said: "Things come to me and the universe wants me to feel" a well shit, haha, would have changed the order of things. Now write different, because I see things differently. If you missions, chambea ps asshole, is not it a tragedy to justify your laziness. Nothing of "whore, I feel bad because I do not fit in my house," Putamadre, do not fit in or you're an old palteas because of shit and you are not paying or for light and water? Of that I am writing, see things as they are practical. No hiding in the imagery, no "no, I'm special," you're not special, you're a drug addict but has gotten so much chlorine that you live in a psychotic state. If you were special then the Mole Men who live here in the Rimac River could also do rap, they could write a book. If so, then we would all ps shitty.

A sense of the practical and real is what now characterizes your lyrics?

Theoretical: Yes, the "doing", seeking the solution to your own problem. That and also make fun of what I was before I realized that it helps me realize that I'm not special, or that in any case we all are, and I am one more, I am nobody.

And so long I thought otherwise, so long I had pubescent attitudes, now sometimes I palteo, csm. And even I have done to myself, I have written above, I've recorded and I parted, lol.

And people applauded you, ha.

Theoretical: Fuck, yeah, what avocado. And I know there's no shame or regret, right?

Why not? One is not perfect, not everything is okay.

Theoretical: Puta yes, you might regret but you have to say, ps, because if you do not get to the center, haha. But I see the positive side, crazy, I do not regret, all this pose before school has helped me. Even now when I'm rapping I shake your hand, dude, it seems that had Alzhaimer, I have some stage fright.

And before why not?

Theory: Because before all drunk and clear out, and not have to say shit, improvise cool. But when you have to do with smart message, with meaning, whore, that's another thing. When they do, many believe that brave, and I thought it was a brave, you will realize that rap shit, ps.

So you if you've analyzed your previous letters.

Theoretical: Puta, of course, now I hear for example that of "Crows" and say "what the fuck is that?". Fuck, I think I now write a sentence and say all the shit I meant: "I feel bad", that was all I meant. Worse "Púdranse" whore, that's a crap song, egomaniac. It's garbage.

Prolongaste your adolescence in those years.

Theory: I remember my old saying, "mature" and I said "no, because it is closer to ripe rot." Shit, is that when one wants to shit and has some intelligence, always finds a phrase to support their stupidity.

What sustentabas yours?

For a moment believed in the literature, blamed, I hid in that, "books are shitting me." But that was false, ps, if he read or understand because I was half drunk, or resaqueado. And you start to realize that you yourself and that process is painful ... and it has taken almost five years.

But it is a necessary and positive process, right?

Yes, brother, definitely.