El hip hop es un género musical que incluye golpes rítmicos que acompañan a una voz principal que rapea. Este es un género musical muy popular y uno de los principales componentes de lo que es considerado como la cultura hip hop. Muchos espectáculos instrumentales en los que se presentan DJs sin apoyo vocal, también son abarcados bajo el género de la música hip hop. Esto se ha vuelto más popular dado que las técnicas de mezclado y sampleo (o muestreo) han madurado en los últimos años.
The Streets es el projecto de Mike Skinner nacido en Birmingham, Reino Unido el 27 de noviembre de 1978, y afincado en el Norte de Londres.
Original Pirate Material(02), clásico absoluto, destapó a Mike Skinner como un enorme productor. Con aquel referencial debut, se nos presentaba un fresquísimo cronista social que definía sin artificios un concepto tan complejo como es “vivir en Inglaterra”. Bajo el alias The Streets, influenciado desde su infancia por De La Soul y Beastie Boys, y compitiendo con coetáneos como Eminem y So Solid Crew, Skinner se convirtió en el orgullo del UK garage o 2step: sub-estilo del hip hop que combina bases espasmódicas + fraseo del este de Londres + luminosas melodías r’n’b. Nuestro protagonista grabó sus primeras maquetas a los 15 años e intentó crear un sello para poder editarlas; todo mientras se ganaba la vida trabajando en establecimientos de comida basura.
Turn on the light
so it burns in the night
turning down the flay
the world is uncertain
I'm certained by the curtains tonight
You will not know but grow
We will not dare, we'll always care and ply with your hair
Got to reverse the pattern
What's the worse that could happen?
For the first time in my adulthood
The worse that could happen
Is utterly unthinkable, sinking unsaid dread
Suddenly I'm worried about the bread under the bed
But then all sort of awful shit seem plausible indoors
Proportions get "walked" in to the worse, and for certain
You're growing thumbs
I'm growing numb
"totting" to your mom's lips like it might be quite fun
A blip on a screen
You don't know me
I think about you
And what you'll grow to be
Black and white blotches to watch and not get,
and the flashes of sense along with your body and head
It is all as simple as you think when you were little,
It is all as simple as me sinking a little drink
Your growing nails, Mine are so nailed
I'm drinking your mothers wine for both of us today
You don't know choice but you know my voice,
you should never have of chosen me I have love like a boy
The world's so dark sometimes, the noise of the cars
building a world up of toys and stars
A blip on a screen
You don't know me
I think about you
And what you'll grow to be
You'll dance on every song, foot fall every little move,
before you realize that every noise is not music
My dad raised these thoughts, he pastes these boards
I never knew I just grew that's all you can do
but then growing to an adult is just learning the language
of explaining with words what you were as a baby
You'll leisurely learn how to lie and pretend, to service your love and rely on your friends
this could be fraught but its all I got taught and I don't wanna make it up as I go along with yours
I fix and I plan
but this is just mad
I love you
You're only a 100 pixels on a scan