Triunfo Lyrics in English Emicida
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Triunfo by Emicida from Portuguese to English.
I didn't choose to do rap, for real
Rap chose me 'cause I can handle being real
As the need arises, big bro
Some rhyme 'cause they have talent
I rhyme 'cause I have a mission
I'm the spokesperson for those never heard
The forgotten remember me 'cause I remember the forgotten
Like an ambassador of the street
Just seeing the shine in my eye makes the fakes back off
Lots of sheep in wolf's skin yelling they're ready
I saw it, rushing to grab the money like scoring points
Here, this is my own confrontation
Cut me some slack, yeah
I walk the sidewalks always, never saw you
While the suckers think they're it, values get lost
What's left hits the ones who lack it, without that it's useless to me
No, bro, I'm not hanging with lazy worms
Building the tracks, me and the kids are working
Bending the laws, one thing I know
Since the king won't turn humble
I'll make the humble turn king
Get me right now
This ceremony marks the start of the Ashanti empire's return
Atabaques will thunder like war drums
My army marching through the dirt streets
To strip medals from scoundrels with bad aura
And real triumph for us is the crown's smile
We want women, yeah, we want some dough too
Want to see all the black kids there living well
But for me the fight goes beyond that
Whoever thinks small, bro, will die without
Not to be more than anyone, no
Just to crawl out of the mud
The ones who fell mixed up respect and fame
In my mind there's no mild mistake
The game's dirty, whoever misses less wins more
I made my own path and my path made me
It ain't any little money that will take my lucidity
That I carry in my mind, bro
Second chance exists only in video games
So you'd better stay sharp, see
On the track for victory, for triumph
If conquest is for glory, I use my trump
The street is us, it's us, it's us
On the track for victory, for triumph
If conquest is for glory, I use my trump
Bro, the street is us, it's us, it's us
Verse 1
Thousands of eyes beg for help on the corner
On the hill the line moves toward the guillotine
Daily cover-ups with hunger
Keep piling the bodies of those with no surname
I saw with my own eyes the dirt of the game
My conclusion is many cowries are still gonna catch fire
Man, every thug has inside
Motivation to be Adolf Hitler or Gandhi
And if most of us went for the break-in
Congress would've been burning long ago
I was born next to the poverty that enriches the plot
I grew up where boys turn men earlier
With the student’s backpack brought, the tags with names
Wine bottles on the black kids' backs
I didn't come to betray my convictions in the name of ambitions
And snatch crowds by watering down my hooks, no
I could, and if I wanted I'd sell out
But I'm everything they thought nobody would be
If rap gives in, what will the favela have?
If the general falters, what will the soldier be?
There are over a thousand kids out there wanting to be me
Imitating what I do, bro, if I slip
Being an MC is managing to be H-dot-steel
In the end, making rhymes is the easiest part
I've written rap with rats walking around, bro
Leaking roof, shivering with cold
How many died like that and in the end who saw?
Dude, y'all still really wanna be more street than me?
On the track for victory, for triumph
If conquest is for glory, I use my trump, bro
The street is us, it's us, it's us
On the track for victory, for triumph
If conquest is for glory, I use my trump
The street is us, it's us, it's us
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