Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, un dúo que ha dejado una huella imborrable en la industria musical, está compuesto por el rapero Macklemore (cuyo nombre real es Ben Haggerty) y el productor Ryan Lewis. La historia de cómo se unieron es tan fascinante como su música.
Ben Haggerty nació el 19 de junio de 1983 en Seattle, Washington. Desde joven, mostró un profundo interés por la música y la cultura hip-hop. A la edad de seis años, comenzó a escribir letras, y a los 15, ya estaba involucrado en el rap. Haggerty adoptó el nombre artístico de "Macklemore" mientras estudiaba en la Garfield High School. Continuó su amor por la música en la Universidad Estatal de Evergreen, donde se enfocó en educación musical.
Ryan Lewis nació el 25 de marzo de 1988, también en el estado de Washington. Su inclinación por la música y la tecnología lo llevó a la producción musical desde joven. Lewis se graduó de la Roosevelt High School en Seattle y asistió a la Universidad de Washington, donde siguió perfeccionando sus habilidades como productor y DJ.
El destino los unió en 2006 cuando Ryan Lewis fue contratado para realizar fotografías promocionales para Macklemore. Sin embargo, no fue hasta 2008 cuando empezaron a trabajar juntos de lleno. La química entre ellos fue inmediata; compartían un entendimiento profundo sobre la música y una visión similar
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They told me that I vanished
They told me that I had it
They told me that I'm gone
I told them: Don't panic
When you've done it this long and you've seen magic
And you know it won't kill you, even when the whole world doubts it
This is my moment, they can't take my talent
They can't take my stripes, they can't erase my hours
I'm from the underground, anything above ground is a mountain
I'm done tryna impress anybody but the Heavens where I'm headed
You don't get to hold on me your flow?rs
I am in my zone, eyes on th? throne
20k deep, better pull out your phones
Turnin' the arena to believers every time I hit the ceiling, ain't nobody ever touchin' my show
Look at where we started, look at what we got to
Almost OD'd that night in the hospital, wasn't gonna die, more life in the arsenal
Got another shot to pull off the impossible
There's no need to cry for me
I'm a fighter, fighter
You can't take my voice from me
I will rise up, rise up
So what are you waiting on?
Are you ready to die yet?
The pain is what made this boy
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive?
On my grave one quote will be [?]
Never played the game to be a contestant
Never joined the league to ride benches
The wins hittin' different when they don't expect it
Yeah, ain't they gotta like me
Got my own Nikes, no Nike ID
They not tryna stop me but my logo went over the Jumpman
I remember all I had was a bus pass, sellin' CD's to make a couple of bucks back
And now I'm up in meetings, and you better believe me
Now that we got the arena, the sonics makin' a come back
I'm not a businessman, I got children, man
I treat my city like it is my [?]
'Til the residency get to buildin', man
I think I'm playin' Batman but that is my plan
Now what fifty thousand feels like
When you question, is this real life?
The money doesn't buy happiness, that's facts
'Til you take what you made and it's hard to give it back, right back
There's no need to cry for me
I'm a fighter, fighter
You can't take my voice from me
I will rise up, rise up
So what are you waiting on?
Are you ready to die yet?
The pain is what made this boy
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive?
I was supposed to be a one hit ringer
Now I got too many rings and not enough fingers
Keep doing my thing, they keep chasing the wave
Thinking that they're gonna be the one to outpace age
I must got Mick Jagger DNA
Rolling Stone bags, pre-check, no TSA
I'll be seventy-eight, SM58 in my face
Like, who wants to go next?
Nobody's touching my stage
Their heads [?] like a B-Boy head spinning
I bench pressed the industry and I deadlift it
It's been written, I've been runnin' this, it's been a minute
Been done it, I bet you a hundred that I've been winnin'
The Benz's tinted, this band vintage, yeah, I been did it
The crib I live in is like Ben Stiller's an evening at my house, a night at the museum
Trophies, plaques all over in the [?]
At the end of the day it's like, who needs it?
Player on player, I gotta keep competin'
Keep dreamin', won't settle for shit
It is a sport, it's my life, run the championship, I'm gone
There's no need to cry for me
I'm a fighter, fighter
You can't take my voice from me
I will rise up, rise up
So what are you waiting on?
Are you ready to die yet?
The pain is what made this boy
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?