Every five minutes de Grand Agent

La canción "Every five minutes" del artista Grand Agent es un tema que desglosa la intensidad y el deseo constante de reconocimiento en la industria musical. A través de sus letras, el artista explora la ansiedad y expectativas que rodean a los nuevos lanzamientos musicales, representando un reflejo crudo del mundo hip hop underground.

En la canción, Grand Agent pinta un cuadro detallado de la vida de un artista en ascenso, con menciones a eventos cruciales como esperar ser tocado por disc jockeys importantes o la anticipación de presentarse frente a una multitud ávida en un espectáculo. Utiliza metáforas y referencias culturales para transmitir la idea de que el éxito en la industria musical puede ser efímero y exigente.

El coro reitera el constante anhelo por su música como algo deseado "cada cinco minutos", mostrando cómo el reconocimiento y aprecio por su arte son buscados sin descanso. La mención de lugares como Illadel o Venice añade una capa adicional de autenticidad geográfica a su narrativa, conectando su música con sus raíces.

El verso hace referencia a situaciones más cotidianas donde se cuestiona el valor y percepción del trabajo creativo. La letra juega con conceptos de prestigio, pertenencia y validación personal dentro de la cultura hip hop, reflejando las luchas internas y externas que enfrentan muchos artistas emergentes.

En cuanto al contexto cultural, Grand Agent posiciona su obra dentro del movimiento underground hip hop, alejándose de las convenciones comerciales para abrazar una estética independiente y auténtica. El álbum "By design" donde se incluye esta canción destaca por su enfoque fresco e innovador dentro del género.

Musicalmente, la canción presenta una estructura fluida con ritmos contundentes y líricas afiladas que capturan la esencia del rap underground. Los elementos del remix agregan capas adicionales a la producción, creando una atmósfera audaz y distintiva que resuena con los fanáticos del género.

En resumen, "Every five minutes" es mucho más que una canción sobre buscar reconocimiento; es un testimonio crudo e introspectivo sobre las complejidades emocionales y profesionales involucradas en perseguir una carrera musical auténtica dentro del mundo hip hop underground. Grand Agent demuestra habilidad lírica única junto con su apasionada entrega vocal, haciendo que esta canción sea memorable e impactante para aquellos inmersos en la cultura hip hop alternativa.

When it’s phenomenal, you fiend to know who produced it.
phrases frequently heard regarding new music:
who the kid rhymin’? where he from? what’s the label?
well now’s a bad time to approach the turntables.
try again next millenium or some other bash.
but when they jock the disc jock, it’s another smash.
i just hit ‘em wit it minutes ago
on some exclusive promo to spin at the show-
twenty-five hundred heads waitin’ on black star.
when j-rocc throw your record on, you feel like allah.
visions of my image on the stage i was lookin’ at
from the balcony to down front, i coulda took aback
every ear spectatin’ inside the palace
(hype cuz my likeness just might bless the stylus).
but that was when i was the limelight addict.
nowadays gittin’ music added is my habit--
the kind you wait on to debate on or hate on
ever since the ad with the street date on.
and now the future can’t come quick enough.
promotional bandits out stickin’ mad stickers up,
they got graffiti goals --all city.
the anticipation keep clerks at fat beats way busy.
long before the day of reckoning
we make it so that when the album drop we cop ‘nuff respect again.
Chorus and now you want it like every five minutes.
you recognize vintage when i spit it.
from the illadel side all the way to venice,
no flaws, no blemish.
your lust for it’s endless
(repeat)
And word life, you thought you heard it last month, but wasn’t sure.
now you so salty. what you lent it to ya cousin for?
not that you thought you would see it again.
let the mix tape you hate be the one that you lend.
but is it the same joint that’s on your box now
when your mans ridin’ shotgun point out the style?
but then he turn it down, speakin’ on some pigeon he met
like the whip wasn’t yours, like you let ‘em forget.
so you scrape up some manhood and give ‘em a look
but by the time you turn it back up, you recognize the hook.
meanwhile inside your honda, ganja go clockwise
cuz you from the markets where private stock rise
and fall by the ounce cuz you bounce harder plastered.
it’s the same joint it just sound better mastered.
tried to tell brothers but you couldn’t recollect
how my newest-latest went, you just knew it was correct.
you couldn’t do justice. told ‘em look all i know
is grand came wit it, he followed up like a publicist.
you still thinkin’ ‘bout the tape ya cousin coveted.
well can you blame her? it is off the gauge,
required listening for livin’ in the grand age.
Like that
Chorus
and now you want it like every five minutes.
you recognize vintage when i spit it.
from the illadel side all the way to venice
no flaws, no blemish.
your lust for it’s endless
(repeat)
Now i’m like wyatt earp, come through, quiet ya turf,
get ya city up in arms. wit the science i birth
a monster jam from my coast to yours,
line the meanin’ of this up with the jetstream and get it across.
when it’s all about aesthetics in sound, satisfaction is my attribute,
the proper noun -- hands down.
to retail spots i’m known as the grand agent.
see me at in-store, hear me at the station.
feel me at the concert, live is the preferred way.
fuck what ya heard, only a herb’ll say word-play.
you’ve been found out. the livest sound out is sought out.
that be mine cuz ya shit wasn’t thought out.
Chorus and now you want it like every five minutes.
you recognize vintage when i spit it.
from the illadel side all the way to venice
no flaws, no blemish.
your lust for it’s endless(ly)
(repeat)