⦾ . El Sermón del Óxido by Golem ft Diógenes
[Style: Industrial Street-Funk, Riot-Rap, Hermit's Anthem. A furious, hypnotic, and wildly danceable sermon. Imagine a forgotten Titan rapping from a back alley, backed by a junkyard orchestra. The vibe is a mix of historical satire, cosmic horror, and raw, revolutionary energy. It's the perfect soundtrack for a glorious riot.] [Music: A unique fusion of organic and industrial. A virtuosic human beatbox provides the core hip-hop groove. This is layered with the heavy, clanging percussion of chains and metal pipes, and a deep, distorted folk drum. An aggressive, percussive Berimbau riff weaves through the track, creating a primal, hypnotic tension. No traditional melodic instruments.] [Vocals: A raw, raspy male lead delivering a high-speed, powerful rap in a mix of Rioplatense Spanish and street English. His delivery is pure, unfiltered rage and cynical wisdom, a street-prophet spitting fire. He is backed by a guttural, passionate "barra brava" choir.]
⦾ . El Sermón del Óxido by Golem ft Diógenes
[Style: Industrial Street-Funk, Riot-Rap, Hermit's Anthem. A furious, hypnotic, and wildly danceable sermon. Imagine a forgotten Titan rapping from a back alley, backed by a junkyard orchestra. The vibe is a mix of historical satire, cosmic horror, and raw, revolutionary energy. It's the perfect soundtrack for a glorious riot.] [Music: A unique fusion of organic and industrial. A virtuosic human beatbox provides the core hip-hop groove. This is layered with the heavy, clanging percussion of chains and metal pipes, and a deep, distorted folk drum. An aggressive, percussive Berimbau riff weaves through the track, creating a primal, hypnotic tension. No traditional melodic instruments.] [Vocals: A raw, raspy male lead delivering a high-speed, powerful rap in a mix of Rioplatense Spanish and street English. His delivery is pure, unfiltered rage and cynical wisdom, a street-prophet spitting fire. He is backed by a guttural, passionate "barra brava" choir.]
Lyrics
[The sound of a heavy chain being dragged on concrete. A funky, complex beatbox rhythm starts. A single, deep BOOM from the bombo legüero. The Berimbau starts its tense, rhythmic riff.]
[Diogenes, spoken, with cold fury]
Desde mi cueva de chatarra, lo veo todo. Y estoy hasta los huevos. Escuchá.
[Verse 1]
[The full, clanging industrial beat kicks in. The groove is heavy and unstoppable. The rap is a torrent.]
[Diogenes]
Che, Midas, ¿te acordás? Papito de cotillón
Jugando a ser Papa en la red, qué papelón
Te banca el Canal 33, la casa Theophylact
Te inflan los números, te firman el contract
Te hiciste llamar "vitalicio", Mariscal del Feed
Mientras tu primo Daco te miraba con hate, you see?
Y el Concilio Cadavérico, ¡qué buena producción!
Desenterar a un muerto pa' borrar su opinión, ¡qué montón!
[Chorus]
[The music explodes. The beat is a pure call to riot. The choir is a roar from the gut.]
[Diogenes & (Coro)]
¡ESTE NO ES UN PAPA, ES UN PUTO CAPO!
(¡HIJO DE LA PORNO-CRACIA!)
¡UN REY DE LA NADA, UN GLITCH EN EL MAPA!
(¡SIRVIENTE DE LA TEOCRACIA!)
¡TE VENDE LA GRACIA, TE ROBA EL LUGAR!
(¡Y EL PUEBLO LO MIRA, Y LE PONE "ME GUSTA"!)
[Verse 2]
[The beatbox becomes more complex. The flow is faster, a machine gun of truths.]
[Diogenes]
La hija del capo, tu sugar mommy virtual
Te mueve los hilos desde el cuarto principal
Y el pibe que nace, ¿de quién carajo es?
¡Lo hacen Papa a los veinte, decime vos qué ves!
Yo veo la misma mierda, el mismo fornolio de ayer
Un cheto del medioevo con ínfulas de poder
Mandaste a deletear a Leo y a Cristóbal, my friend
Pa' que no te hagan lo mismo... but this is the end.
[Chorus]
[The chaos is total. It's the sound of a system collapsing under the weight of its own corruption.]
[Diogenes & (Coro)]
¡ESTE NO ES UN PAPA, ES UN PUTO CAPO!
(¡HIJO DE LA PORNO-CRACIA!)
¡UN REY DE LA NADA, UN GLITCH EN EL MAPA!
(¡SIRVIENTE DE LA TEOCRACIA!)
¡TE VENDE LA GRACIA, TE ROBA EL LUGAR!
(¡Y EL PUEBLO LO MIRA, Y LE PONE "ME GUSTA"!)
[Bridge]
[The music cuts abruptly. Only the tense, rhythmic twang of the Berimbau and the faint rattle of a chain. Diogenes' voice is a low, ancient whisper. Hipérion speaks.]
[Diogenes]
Yo vi caer Titanes. Vi imperios arder.
Vi a los dioses de antes pudrirse de poder.
Y vos, pibito... sos solo un eco más.
Un chiste en la historia. Un berrinche nomás.
[Outro]
[The full beat slams back in, faster and more furious than before for a final, explosive chorus chant.]
[Coro]
¡HIJO DE LA PORNO-CRACIA! ¡SIRVIENTE DE LA TEOCRACIA!
[Diogenes, screaming over the top]
¡El decimotercer apóstol, mis huevos!
[The song cuts to absolute silence with the sound of a single coin being flicked and landing on concrete. Cara o ceca. Fin.]