Jan Kott (October 27, 1914 – December 23, 2001) was a Polish political activist, critic and theoretician of the theatre. A leading proponent of Stalinism in Poland after the Soviet takeover, Kott in 1957 renounced his Communist Party membership and defected to the United States in 1965. He is regarded as having been a major influence upon Shakespeare production in the second half of the 20th century.
Born in Warsaw in 1914 to a Jewish family, Kott was baptized into the Catholic Church at the age of five. He became a communist in the 1930s, and took part in the defense of Warsaw. He spent the war years in the Soviet Union where he joined the communist partisans People's Army (Armia Ludowa). After World War II he became known initially as the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine Kuźnica and as Poland's leading theorist of Socialist realism. In 1949, as the communist authorities tightened their control over all aspects of life, Kott obtained a position as a professor in Wrocław and moved away from political life. He praised Joseph Stalin, but mostly concentrated on theater. In 1951, during the darkest period of Soviet terror, Kott published an ideological manifesto about the role of theater, entitled "O teatr godny naszej epoki" (For theater worthy of our times), in which he demanded a "new" theater subservient to the Party and its ideology. Historian Teresa Wilniewczyc noted, that his zeal for totalitarian control over the world of Polish culture was "far more than was required". Only after the Stalin era came to an end, did he become its ardent critic (March 1956). He renounced his membership of the communist party in 1957.
(Chorus)(2x)
Mira lo que pasa
Messing with my raza
Ya get close i'll get your casa
Mira lo que pasa
Can't kill me and my raza
Cuz your boys no tienen chanca
Viven the vatos ramos
Bustin on two soldados
Hurry up porque ya nos vamos
Mexicanos y Hispanos
Hitting them like granosos
Pinchi los dos babosos
Whatchin the maricones, haters, suckers, and chismosos
Like a roca tu vida
Do you feel the embidia?
Porque no hay salida
When your hooked on the linea
Echale ondo al palo
Porque cargas el palo
Steelin from your own familia
Now you jackin the carros
Rollin, i'm drivin
Whatchin the raza go robbin
Got the bullet revolving cuz i'm solvin the problem
Te envenenan la pena
Si te ponen te truenan
Es la vida la vida
When you movin arena
So you up in your ride
Whatchin hard from the jura
Cuz your blown on a toce
Y transportas la pura
Es lo que pasa en el dia
Estatura es la vida
Keep my hand on my heata
Pack a clap for la cita
Day, I bust en arranque
Hay tension en mi tanque
Whatchin the markas en placas
Feelin like Pedro Infante
Oh my ladie and baby
Livin hard in the mundo
My Mercedes is faded
And i'm missing my gordo
Me lo envarro en el pecho
Anima al derecho
Hay muy pocos de pesos
Y no pagan el techo
Mexicano came up
Hitting hard on these licks
Treating haters like chicks
They had me jackin real quick