Zermatt (feat. WRM, Ber, Pedro Qualy, ADL, Thai Flow & Haitam)

[Ber]
Y'all, y’all, y'all
Y'all, y’all, y'all
It's Ber

WRM brought the guys to Switzerland
The hype deceives like quicksand
In your barbecue there's only sausage
Your foot on the door didn't even break the hinge
The father on the beat is very classy, it annoys you
Your subconscious imitates me
You're in daycare watching Mundo Bita
The world is mine, see history being written
Fifteen years fostering this scene
In other times when there was no glamour
Since a kid prepared for the problem
I am the rap, this is a déjà vu
I remember Lapa, Recycling Thoughts
Marechal, Battle of Knowledge
Gil Stipe and Firma Brasileira
Rico Hemp, Dropê and Beleza
Good freestyle in Lapa, only friends involved
Life is ungrateful but I don't care either
It was ten years ago that we created the Cartel
The year was 08 and we already dreamed of the sky
Today we're beyond the sky

[Pedro Qualy]
Hey, yeah
And I made this one for you
For who?
For you
For me?
Yes, for you
Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
I came to ask if you're okay (yes)
If you are (I am) and I am too (uh-huh)
If it's too much (uh-huh) give back the change (ding, ding)
Time flies but I'm the pilot
I only write about everything that happens around me
So you are part of my work
It's you who guides me, so I don't know if the lyrics are mine
I was born original, but I'll die a copy
Oh, tough life, oh, short life
I'm ready to go, gotta pay the bills
Fuck you, adult life!

And when I'm down you'll tell me: Don't stop!

Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
I put my whole soul in this video
I made my tombstone at the tip of the pencil
Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
Hey, yeah

[DK]
I've been very high on cannabis on the aircraft
I'm coming to collect the banana you guys threw at Daniel Alves
My rap is the arrow in Pedro Álvares' ship
I rhyme to the sound of drums coming from Palmares
Meadows echo seas, my troop is like Vikings
Verses invade homes, my rap becoming a hit
Look who got stopped again at the checkpoint
That's why I don't surrender to these racist assholes
They called me for this song, I didn't bring just heavy rhymes
Because here in my hood nothing is wasted
Don't waste food, don't waste water
A real man doesn't waste words
The drug is on the table, the drug is on the table
Look at the boys smoking green, drinking Black Label drinks
Look, the internet generation can't interpret text
We are the protest generation and you are the PlayStation generation
You messed up, I jumped on your chest (Uh, uh)
Taking all the prejudice and shoving it in the middle of your (Uh)
The child cried and the mother didn't see because this shit is Brazil
I'm DK47 against fake news MCs

[Thai Flow]
Party with us while we're alive
Poets are Narcissus demons
And perfection is part of illusionism
So Van Gogh, give back our impressionism
Let's go beyond madness, warming the coldness of a structure
Call it Christ, our culture
Bringing resurrection, elevation, without thinking diplomas like Plato
They've debated topics like abortion and weed with a Minerva thought
We understand that revolution is a prison for the conservative, I stayed in the conversation
Waiting for my moment, Cronos, create time to give me time
To share my feelings
Odin, prepare a feast for me
I'm making history and when I rise it's because I've regained our din'
Bathed in glory, call me brown or black, eh
Just accept that victory is our way, eh, eh
Just accept that victory is our way, it's our way

[Pedro Qualy]
And when I'm down you'll tell me: Don't stop!

Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
I put my whole soul in this video
I made my tombstone at the tip of the pencil
Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
Hey, yeah

[Haitam]
Uh, Haitam
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Praise be to Allah, the Lord of all the worlds
The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Master of the Day of Judgment
You alone we worship, and You alone we ask for help
Amen
Calm down, kid, don't lose faith, okay
I speak in Portuguese to see if you get the idea
I'm loving my Allah before everything
For having shielded me and not letting me down
At eighteen they threw me in Chaves' land
I left school looking for opportunities
Passport became my identity
We left without a penny owing until we got the tickets
It was always just the three of us, right mom?
Huh, just us three
Me, you, Mekawe were three stoned at the border barely speaking Portuguese
Carrying a shame that wasn't ours
Everyone laughing seeing us thrown in the shit
Khali Samir took my arm and made me his first tough son
And today everything is fine, mom, everything is fine
It's still just us three, but it could be four
And pride is killing another old Lebanese
Sorry, mama, forgive me mama
For not killing that fancy old lady
Who made you carry that box in front of everyone at Suzana Boutique
Hey-ho, let's go, and the game has changed
North kid through rap in Switzerland
My verse has already killed a thousand privileged who doubted

[Pedro Qualy]
Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
I put my whole soul in this video
I made my tombstone at the tip of the pencil
Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
Hey, yeah

[Lord]
L-O-R-D, yeah
I pacified by setting fire to the minds of the worms
Of those who told me what I should do
I heard my voices: Hey Guilherme, Guilherme stay away from those who grow, this crew isn't for you
Those who disappoint me, those who were close
Who saw everything and today say I'm arrogant for being far
But for those who wouldn't even go to the playground, and they didn't see that out of anger I went to Amsterdam and London
Thanks Qualy, for this beautiful song
Spoke the truth, reminded me of fans like cinnamon
Romin', Marcin', if you need it take it now
Who never took their foot off, always lent a hand
At the children's party I remember who pulled ten
At the Christmas party I remember who pulled five
At the bar door I remember who pulled a hundred
And you remember too, contradict me if I lie
I remembered good people, like Uncle Denilson, yeah
Who drinks but doesn't talk about anyone
Everyone with their responsibility
I'm eating, I'm drinking, I was hungry, I was thirsty too
Feet in Europe and heart in the alleys
Remember me through your alleys
Love, turn on the light because I'm going back to my favela
This is not going back, this is being free from the cell

[Pedro Qualy]
Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
I put my whole soul in this video
I made my tombstone at the tip of the pencil
Step by step, I'm in the Alps
And look, I haven't even reached the peak
Hey, yeah