In 1995 he made his first singles titled “D.E.P” and “Trucos”. He gained fame with collaborations with SFDK, Expression in Conserva or Nerviozzo.
After some time, he recorded his first album: “La Brevedad de los Días”, and recorded the single “Basado en hechos reales” with Nona.
The second album, “Poesía Difusa”, is full of manifestos against hypocrisy-collaborations include Lírico, Shuga Wuga, Titó, and Faf Larage. Because of the great public reception to this album, Nach released a DVD of his concert in November 2003 in Barcelona. adding all the supporting groups in the second disk titled 'Cutting Weapon'. It was published in two versions, one reediting “Lo Difuso” Poetry CD, without including changes, and another one only with the DVD of the concert.
The ACB chose to him to write and to make a song for the 2004-2005 basketball season. The subject was called “Juega”. In this song it names 26 players who participated in that season and to two historical ones of the league (Fernando Martin and Pau Gasol) were mentioned.
At the beginning of November of the 2005 he made his third album, “Ars Magna/Miradas”. It was a complex project released as a double Album, but with different themes on each one. The first, titled “Ars Magna” is a continuation of his normal lyrical content; subjects like environment, the passage of time, and the record market are discusssed. The second, titled “Miradas” is a more conceptual disc because each song discusses through the life of several different kinds people-like a new born, a prostitute, a expresidiario, an immigrant, a blind person, and a taxi driver. Collaborations include Arma Blanca, Juaninacka, bad Payo, Aniki, and Flavio Rodriguez.
Compite
Nach Lyrics
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(Coro: Nach Scratch)
Es la misma vieja historia, el mismo jodido juego, viviendos compitiendo tu golpeas, yo golpeo, siempre son los mismos trucos que de nuevo se repiten, hip-hop vida, vida hip-hop, compite. (x2)
(Nach Scratch)
Nunca pudieron pararme, ya no hay mas perro que ladre, nací seis semanas antes, no me paro ni mi madre y como ella solía decir, es mejor dar que recibir, y yo con fuerza yo doy y doy así lo hacemos los bboys, cuando escuches estas rimas las querrás hacer mejores, en esto se basa el juego, la lucha de rimadores, quien tiene mas ases escondidos en la manga, quien es limpio?, Quién real?, Quién falso?, Quién te da algo? Soy el científico loco, investigo la esencia de esta mi esencia, ganando las batallas aunque siempre sin violencia, mira la resistencia, la potencia, la causa es el trabajo, el triunfo la consecuencia, esto es rap no delincuencia, entiendes?, comprendes?, mendes? Estoy las lecciones de NS a ver si aprendes, por que al sacar yo mis rimas las tuyas se derriten, venga, juega, ven, compite.
(Nach Scratch)
Unos hablan, otros callan, unos vences otros fallan, unos preparan la mecha otros estallan, unos suben, otros bajan y otros en mi rap no encajan, ataco cuando todo se relaja
(Zatu)
la vida es competición, desde la escuela, desde que alguien tenía los mejores lápices de cera, hoy la clase se mantiene en pie y mira al que vuela, aplauden a quien mas lejos del suelo lleva su suela, al que no necesita de abuela, el que deja su huella marcada para cuando muera, rimas dolorosas comparables al peor dolor de muelas, que apestan, así estás, vuelvo a hablar, así estás, te lo digo aunque te duela, vuela lo más alto que puedas, tu único horizonte seguirán siendo mis suelas, mi vieja escuela, mi nuevo lenguaje ha roto mi única escuela, cabalgas el ritmo pero te clavas mis escuelas, real y verdadero como ser a duelas, competición en el rap y en la vida es lo que hacen que yo me mueva, obsesión por la competición puede dejar secuelas, cuando veas que todos corren, complejos de inferioridad en tu mente se cuelan, los malos pensamientos que jodan a los miles de pensadores que nunca juegan.
The lyrics to Nach Scratch's song Compite are about competition - specifically, the competitive nature of rap and the ways in which individuals use their skills to assert dominance over others. The song speaks to the importance of playing fair and using one's talents wisely, while also acknowledging the fact that competition can be both thrilling and dangerous. Throughout the song, Nach Scratch describes himself as a skilled MC who has been in the game for years, using his experience to outwit his competitors and stay on top. He also speaks about the ways in which competition extends beyond the world of rap, shaping the interactions we have with each other in our daily lives.
One interesting aspect of this song is the way in which it highlights the unique features of rap as a musical genre. Unlike other forms of music, rap is often built around the concept of competition, with artists pitting their skills against each other to see who can come out on top. This can create an atmosphere of tension and excitement that is unlike anything else in music. Additionally, the song touches on the idea that competition can sometimes be harmful, driving people to do whatever it takes to win - even if that means resorting to unethical or violent behavior.
Other interesting facts about this song might include its popularity within the Spanish-speaking world, its influence on the development of Spanish-language rap, and the various ways in which it has been analyzed and interpreted by fans and critics. Additionally, the song's use of various literary devices - such as rhyme, alliteration, and metaphor - could be explored in depth, as they play an important role in conveying Nach Scratch's message to listeners.
Unfortunately, the chords for this song are not available at this time.
Line by Line Meaning
Jugando con limpieza pero con destreza ágiles, movimientos de mis piezas MCs frágiles, sabéis que este no tropieza, desde años atrás vengo con mis rimas y mi gente, esto es todo lo que tengo
I play clean but skillfully, with agile movements from my fragile MC pieces. I don't stumble, as I've been rhyming with my people for years - this is all I have.
Caminando con dos haches tatuadas en mi piel, acompañado por el micro como un perro fiel, sigo el camino que la vida me prepara, muchos puños y patadas tuvo que esquivar mi cara
Walking with two axes tattooed on my skin, accompanied by the mic like a faithful dog. I follow the path that life prepares for me, dodging many punches and kicks to my face.
Dejo las cosas claras que mas puedo decir, soy el Faquir, me pinchas y me pinchas no lo puedo resistir, vivir es la misión, sobrevivir es mi trabajo, mi historia es una norias ahora arriba, ahora abajo y viajo con billetes de tercera clase, teniendo que esperar a que la clase alta pase
I make things clear, what more can I say? I am the Fakir - when you prick me, I can't resist. Living is my mission, surviving is my job. My life is like a Ferris wheel, up and down. I travel with third-class tickets, waiting for the upper class to pass by.
Ya no existen leyes, ni reyes que me aten, policías que me atrapen ni pistolas que me maten, mi única meta es llegar a ti, tocarte, abrazarte con mi arte, conquistarte, iluminarte, y si quieres pelearte pues tendré que ganarte y si decides unirte, juntarte pues adelante
There are no laws or kings to bind me, no cops to catch me, and no guns to kill me. My only goal is to reach you, touch you, embrace you with my art, conquer you, illuminate you. If you want to fight, I will have to win; if you decide to join forces, go ahead.
Es la misma vieja historia, el mismo jodido juego, viviendo y compitiendo tu golpeas, yo golpeo, siempre son los mismos trucos que de nuevo se repiten, hip-hop vida, vida hip-hop, compite
It's the same old story, the same damn game. Living and competing, you hit me, I hit back. The tricks are always the same, repeating again and again. Hip-hop is life, life is hip-hop. Let's compete.
Nunca pudieron pararme, ya no hay mas perro que ladre, nací seis semanas antes, no me paro ni mi madre y como ella solía decir, es mejor dar que recibir, y yo con fuerza yo doy y doy así lo hacemos los bboys, cuando escuches estas rimas las querrás hacer mejores, en esto se basa el juego, la lucha de rimadores, quien tiene mas ases escondidos en la manga, quien es limpio?, Quién real?, Quién falso?, Quién te da algo? Soy el científico loco, investigo la esencia de esta mi esencia, ganando las batallas aunque siempre sin violencia, mira la resistencia, la potencia, la causa es el trabajo, el triunfo la consecuencia, esto es rap no delincuencia, entiendes?, comprendes?, mendes? Estoy las lecciones de NS a ver si aprendes, por que al sacar yo mis rimas las tuyas se derriten, venga, juega, ven, compite
They could never stop me. There are no more dogs barking, and I was born six weeks early. I can't be stopped, not even by my mother. As she used to say, it's better to give than to receive - and I give with force. That's what we, the b-boys, do. When you hear these rhymes, you'll want to make yours better. That's the essence of the game - the battle of rappers. Who has more aces up their sleeve? Who is clean? Who is real? Who is false? Who gives you something? I'm the crazy scientist, investigating my own essence. I win battles without violence, through resistance and power. The cause is the work, and the triumph is the consequence. This is rap, not delinquency. Do you understand? I'm giving you lessons to see if you learn, because when I drop my rhymes, yours melt away. Let's play, come and compete.
Unos hablan, otros callan, unos vencen otros fallan, unos preparan la mecha otros estallan, unos suben, otros bajan y otros en mi rap no encajan, ataco cuando todo se relaja
Some talk, others stay silent. Some win, others lose. Some light the fuse, others explode. Some rise, others fall, and some don't fit into my rap world. I strike when everything relaxes.
La vida es competición, desde la escuela, desde que alguien tenía los mejores lápices de cera, hoy la clase se mantiene en pie y mira al que vuela, aplauden a quien mas lejos del suelo lleva su suela, al que no necesita de abuela, el que deja su huella marcada para cuando muera, rimas dolorosas comparables al peor dolor de muelas, que apestan, así estás, vuelvo a hablar, así estás, te lo digo aunque te duela, vuela lo más alto que puedas, tu único horizonte seguirán siendo mis suelas, mi vieja escuela, mi nuevo lenguaje ha roto mi única escuela, cabalgas el ritmo pero te clavas mis escuelas, real y verdadero como ser a duelas, competición en el rap y en la vida es lo que hacen que yo me mueva, obsesión por la competición puede dejar secuelas, cuando veas que todos corren, complejos de inferioridad en tu mente se cuelan, los malos pensamientos que jodan a los miles de pensadores que nunca juegan
Life is a competition, from school days when someone had the best crayons. Today, the class stands and admires those who soar high, applauding the one who has taken their sole farthest from the ground. Those who leave their mark, even posthumously, don't need cliches for support. My rhymes are painful like toothaches, and they stink. That's how you are, I say it even if it hurts. Fly as high as you can, but your only horizon will remain my footprints. My old school, my new language has broken my only school. You can ride the rhythm, but my lessons will pierce you. They're real and true like iron tools. Competition in rap and life is what drives me. An obsession with competition can leave scars. When you see everyone running, insecurities creep into your mind. Bad thoughts mess with the thousands of thinkers who never play.
Contributed by Jordan H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.