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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Yesterday, forget it
Tomorrow is, nada
The present is, right here, through the breath, watch it
Atheist Jesus piece, hangin' on a cross
We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs
About how we got here,
What it is, what it isn't, shit
Fate versus faith, scrimmagin' with coincidence
Leave out the market and hold up on the business end
Focus on the genuine, with everything else, you can shed the skin
I was a couple moves away from being dead
In that Er overdosin', eyes bleedin' red
I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz
Lost it all, sobered up and guess what?
Now we meet again
And I'm back, finally just laughin'
Expectations are resentments waiting to happen
Studying the Dharma, Karma of a pastor and his practice
Bahá'u'lláh Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I'm traveling
Learnin', yes, reflectin' on what matters
People, permanence, lack of attachments
It's space and time, a couple man-made distractions
The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture
Church, this booth is my Vatican
I don't control life, but I can control how I react to it
Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin'
Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness
I was put here to do something before I'm lyin' in that casket
I'd be lyin' on the beat if I said I didn't know what that is
The world's a stage and we play a character, I found him
It took me 20 something years and a bunch of shitty sound checks
I'm not gonna be content, until I find gratitude
Regardless of my sales or the record deals they're handin' you
If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you
We'll have a bunch of mp3's and misled kids to pass 'em to
I use my veins to create the color I paint from
Delve into something 'til my heart becomes my paint brush
I told my mama I'm not stoppin' 'til my name's up
Thinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save us
Searchin' for everything but Gods and validation
Get insecure and then we start blamin' the haters
Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant
Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation
So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle
Take all ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful
Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical
So the people can relate to where I've been,
Where I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heard
From the guts, fuck the glory
Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording
Many in my past and many that came before me
I just keep walkin' my path and blessed to share my story