With the summer about to end, weird released the first Music Session of the year and, after having Tiago PZK –one of the strongest figures of the Argentine urban scene–, the producer once again had a foreign artist: Residentone of the icons of Latin American music, who marked the sound of the beginning of this millennium with his work on Calle 13, is the protagonist of the BZRP Music Session #49.
In addition to the traditional hype that is generated around each Bizarrap announcement on their networks, in the previous one this Music Session had as a condiment not only that it was with Residente but also the video that the Puerto Rican artist shared on Instagram. In his message, Rene Perez Joglar assured that a colleague tried by all means to stop the release of this song because there was a sentence in which he talked about him. With the topic already circulating on all digital platforms, it was confirmed that it was J Balvin. And that she not only dedicated a sentence to him.
This Music Session is the longest of all that Bizarrap has published so far. There are more than eight minutes, separated by chapters, in which Residente points everything at J Balvin. It is difficult to highlight any particular fragment: there is more than one punchline dedicated to the Colombian.
In the three years that Bizarrap has been carrying out the BZRP Music Session, several foreign artists have passed through its studio, such as the Mexican Alemán and the Spanish Kinder Malo, among others. But as of 2021, his channel has been populated with more international names, figures from the big leagues of the urban genre, such as Nicky Jam, Anuel AA, Eladio Carrión, Snow Tha Product and more.
Also, in 2021, Bizarrap made it to the top of Rolling Stone and told his story, how he became one of the most listened to Argentine artists in the world when he started producing in his bedroom when he was just a teenager.
I’m a little uneasy while the urban genre I keep an eye on
Peeking out like a crocodile in the Nile River
Adjusting a couple of pending accounts before Milo arrives
Sitting on a chair under an umbrella in camisilla
With the dog biting my shoe
Belching tortilla’ and toast’ with butter
Aiming at the horizon with a rifle without a sight
While I speak only like Don Quixote
With beer foam on the mustache
Waiting for these hotdogs to come out the cabin
Like an outbreak, before’ the boat sinks
But as always, shit comes out
I’m ready to give these blowers until the cartridge runs out
Today I knock down marketing with a jerk
How we knocked down ‘the statues’ of Christopher Columbus
I break this junk
Like a rocker in the 80s smashing his guitar
With the Resi you get dirty
Even my verses ‘became alcoholic’ because there is too much ‘bar’
I come from the heat
From Trujillo the drums sound in the street, ro-po-pom-pom
No discussion, even my brother Don
He knows that in rap there is only one King Kong
Sending fire, this is White Lion, there is no game
As in the ‘time’ of Voltio with Tego
You and I are not ‘equal’
I don’t think that the ‘star’ of the ‘digital’ platforms
Not even in tur Billboards of cake cream
Not even in your stories’ of Instagra, Dolce & Gabbana and Cartier
I only believe in my level
And in the bastard of my pencil’ running over the paper
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
I do this for fun
To have fun, to have fun
Like I’m leaving right now
I was going to take a couple before leaving
Today I fuck the fame industry
Until breaking the springs’ to the bed
When my words spill, I take them without pajamas
Vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword
In the ‘tiraera’ I am the terror of the terrors’ of this era
For this ‘loser’ the ‘spring’ are no longer multicolored’
Because where I throw a punchline the flowers stop growing
They are a fifth class artist
They write less than a pen without ink
When they see me they break down
Pale white color like the teeth’ of lies that are put
When the cap with the R is coming
The entire stage begins to smell like a peasant farm