I don't remember the face or the name
But my enemies will remember this one
The saying goes: Whoever gets beaten doesn't forget
And whoever hits, whoever hits
Damn, this part always gives me amnesia
My first ego trip, so forgive me
I don't even know where it starts
But if I grab the pen, everybody knows the ending
Exactly like when Curry shoots
Emperor or king? History answers: I'm Caesar
They say you're only new once
But every time I rhyme, I break that rule
The ending of this is gonna be terrible
I was trying to be loved
I even apologize to the early fans
But maybe this one is unforgivable
That old Cesar doesn't exist
I never saw myself in this rap game dispute
'Cause to me it's just like Mortal Kombat
But the tournament fools you
Deep down, it wants to take your soul
But now it's my turn in the tournament
If you want advice: then run
Now rougher than Brutus
You might not believe in the track
But you'll have to come back and look twice
These rhymes hit you like a shadow
This scene is Baby Looney Tunes
Not because of too much autotune
It's the lack of aqua-tune
And today nobody goes unpunished
I was very loved, like Winnie-the-Pooh
It used to be about honey, now it's about blood
Like David went metal, now I came punk
My teddy goes boo, boo, boo
I know play is serious business
The problem is when in rhymes it turns into an alibi
Mine give you war awareness
They say everybody errs
I'm the exception to the phrase
Just like mom said: I'm not everybody
I sing beyond the goal
Of finding the tone that shatters the chalice
I came from the street, concrete art
My search is for the tone that cracks marble
Watching several promises from my land
Like Moses, I put faith in the mic
Trying to open this sea of ego
That concentrates Brazil's media
I came from the blind spot of the southeast
Hitting from there you didn't expect
They said: It's impossible
But, like Baianinho, I redefine impossible with one shot
Even while invisible to the rap game
This is Mortal Kombat, so be careful
I'm still in the arena with the most acid lines
I'm literally REPTILE
Nothing against Eminem, I swear it's not personal
But what I freestyled in Brazil's streets
Is a script better than 8 Mile
Thought I was exaggerating? Then don't listen to the next line
I was born in 1-9-9-7 because God had a plan after Pac
My sincere apologies to the reaction-analysis crowd
Love you guys, ok? But this will get heavier
This beat should've flipped long ago
But notice the gravity I bring in the verse
Already gives you chills in the sample
So run while it's the sample
This will get heavier
When the beat drops, bet it
I'll come in with both feet and say it was nothing, like Pepe
It's that I'm looking for the exact moment
To score the screamer like Van Persie did in the cup
Don't even try to act like a monster, got it?
Can't do it, our crew here is Van Helsing
If the game is mortal, I'm Lil Cesar, lyrical Jigsaw
So let the games begin
Everybody knows, when César steps on the field
A tap ahead and no, you don't catch up
The next prey is whoever rushes the next piece
Always with the cards on the table
But I stay calm, intensity isn't haste
Only now I understand Naldo
No matter the play, the scene moves whoever bluffs
But I insist on my pair of Aces
I do my part, I make my cut
I run for the black cause to have more voice
Like Scrat chasing the nut
The name of the game, like Vini, Vini
I stood out in the League
I used my place to speak for the cause
And saw the League doesn't care
They want us winning but they want silence
The worst foul the ref doesn't whistle
That's why, like Luís Fabiano
F*ck the penalty, I want the fight