LYRICS GAME

The coliseum went nuts

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

Enemies?

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

Yeah, I had to adapt

I never saw myself in this rap game dispute

'Cause to me it's just like Mortal Kombat

It promises hype

But the tournament fools you

Deep down, it wants to take your soul

Like Shang Tsung

But now it's my turn in the tournament

If you want advice: then run

Emperor or king? Caesar

Now rougher than Brutus

You might not believe in the track

But sorry

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

Like the Arab Spring

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

I know, I know

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

Hey, psst, time's up

Yeah, it's over

You can even try, but

Everybody knows, when César steps on the field

It's always like Ronaldo

A tap ahead and no, you don't catch up

Like a chess match

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

Even in the ice age

I run for the black cause to have more voice

Even if it seems useless

Like Scrat chasing the nut

Hey, hey

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