LYRICS GAME

I think I try to remove guns from music a bit

And from rap too, and

Because I live in the South Zone, right at the start of Heliópolis

In one of the most hyped hoods

That people talk about, point to as a crime index

And even so I'm not gonna point guns in my songs

Keep saying the cool thing is to chase women, have cash in the pocket

Walk around strapped, that doesn't mean sh*t

I think we gotta make the revolution

If there's a book for a favela kid to read

The ones who must write that book have to be his own parents

That's how I think

I was a brat at 16, up since six

Dreamer, why not? And tomorrow all over again

Through life's math the story is told

Instead of a 16, I wrote 16 bars

Yeah! Today, ten years later

The street is still us

At 26, hand to hand, how many thousand CDs sold?

Like Beats by Dre, my target's your ear

And how many lost bros

Were saved by the sound you say is thug music?

See? I stole your vibe again, it's like Israel and Palestine

By the barrel or by the singing, the end will be platinum

In the shine of the retina, the light that defibrillates

When it grabs each verse that shoots, it dilates my pupil

For the money and for the hood, the strays line up at the front

Whoever has a dream doesn't nap, my man

I see my gift as a bigger loan

My mission is to polish it and give it back way better

And on this path each win won't be only mine

I'm stitching our lives with these lines

It's for every hood yeah, for every girl

For the crew yeah, on every corner

The bros with their blunts and the brothers with their Bibles

Every face asks for freedom like Libya

Me? From sun to sun, spreading cerol

I want to grab what's ours without biting the hook

Let's aim at the heads, the radios, the lips

Since wake-up time we've been confusing sages

To the masters with love in every note

Cartola, Tim Maia, Sabota

Open your eyes, get street vision, bro

I'm talking Dina Di, not Google Street View

A thousand and one nights with the books on the shelf

I traffic information and my product is first-rate

With soul and heart

The world didn't even wanna give me a job

Rap gave me a profession

That's why gratitude is what I carry

Do you know what it's like to be light for someone who's blind?

Since Santa Cruz this is my Via Sacra

Each song is a kid, I make more than Mr. Catra

Got it? Me and my homies jumped the turnstile

We left some tags on some signs

We came from the plebs to leave our mark

Monark's troop comes against the monarchs

Living a dream, here's the commotion

And you who's listening are also to blame for this

Thanks! Because nothing was easy for us

And to anyone who thinks that: you don't know sh*t, innocent!

Let's move on, breaking the chains

Freedom for the soul, freedom for the mind

Our family is growing

My mom told me: "son, shine!"

And I like to be obedient!