The father is back, making noise on the streets like a jackhammer
Knocking haters off their web chair, I shoot
I didn't like the beat, Nave, I'll have to destroy it
My Rap is raw, like Ronald
Brought the organic to save you from McDonald's verses
You copy the foreigners and think no one noticed
That your mind rusted after Google Translate
I composed this with Hercules' fists
I came twice as heavy, call me 'Notorious Pericles'
Causing hatred in supremacist racists
Because I'm at the counter next to you and paying in cash
My street flow intrigues you
You see it's original by the lines, like the old light bulbs
From the old guys, empirical wisdom
After this, you'll have to rethink your lyrical concepts
Laziness kills MCs and the audience
Everyone wants to be number one, I'm the only number
Our business hasn't been childish for a long time
So go, go, man! I came to get my mic check
I'm on the street and I didn't see you
They talked about it but no one did
My first language is the truth, then Portuguese
Who's real, identify yourself once and for all
Comes from the north zone, east zone
West zone, south zone
It's war music, soundtrack for Sun Tzu
Until our victory stops being taboo
Went from nobody to signing autographs, grateful!
Then I started signing autographs on contracts
I have more beats on my phone than contacts
I don't fill my Rap with confetti, I fill it with facts
And I tell the kid not to turn to crime
In the flow, we reach the plaques, like Guime
Who spent their whole life in exams now wants to know about grades
2 feet in the door, no dispute
My pen is working harder than the little guards giving tickets
Cut! I'm tired of fake compliments, man, it's enough for me
I rhyme easily, the hard part is rhyming like me
Art is a filter, dialysis
If I release the track, it reacts and the heart analyzes
Call to collect, my line goes through
And they're out of credit because they lost connection with the street
Knowledge is the ultimate
Respected in both schools because I'm one of the best students
And if my sound doesn't get into your mind
It's because you can't fit a truck into a Uno
I'm on the street and I didn't see you
They talked about it but no one did
My first language is the truth, then Portuguese
Who's real, identify yourself once and for all
Comes from the north zone, east zone
West zone, south zone
It's war music, soundtrack for Sun Tzu
Until our victory stops being taboo
Ego makes you think you're better than others
Thinking you're better puts you in a comfort zone
Getting comfortable kills your competitive spirit
Halfway to seeing your talent dead
Next step: you feel demotivated
And without motivation, who wins a battle?
Conclusion: want to be the best? the talk is given
The best is the one who lets go of the ego and works
I'm on the street and I didn't see you
They talked about it but no one did
My first language is the truth, then Portuguese
Who's real, identify yourself once and for all
Comes from the north zone, east zone
West zone, south zone
It's war music, soundtrack for Sun Tzu
Until our victory stops being taboo