1999

[Gambeta]
Don't tell me anymore! We entered through the back door
From less than zero, that's how it starts when it's real
On a bike, backpack on our backs through the city
Kaztro and Gambeta like athletes
In the era of throw yourself into the ring if you're worth it
The corners were our social networks
Screws without threads, rhymes and commotions. Here everyone gave
No one asked for a like, no like, no like, just Freestyle
Cassettes, no internet to bother you, rewind
Life with pens, I didn't have a computer but I had friends
We snuck into the top 25, clean and jumping
Like Busta Rhymes in 'Oh my God!'
Now everything looks very different
But in other times, there was no time even to pose
You came out of a contest
We came out of a non-course, like snakes zigzagging
Not even to go back to gain momentum
We did everything for hip hop without resources
No salary, no prizes, no fuss, no manager
I write my story, I will drink the glory
If I say memory they give me a USB
But I speak of being able to remember yesterday

And this is from the time of knees up
Rhymes from the heart, backpacks and spending saliva
My generation was suicidal
Nineteen ninety-nine was the alternative

And this is from the time of knees up
Rhymes from the heart, backpacks and spending saliva
My generation was suicidal
Nineteen ninety-nine was the alternative

[Kaztro]
And we entered without touching with the slang keys
To a complicated space, it smelled like a jungle
The returns were echoes of a house
Without the MIC full of nine nine gigabyte heads
Out of reach for hands, respect for the DJ
Moments mixed while keeping that law
Death was very easy, it wasn't our method
Rather, there was distrust, we will never know everything
Narrow beginnings that are now a fact
We took advantage of all the stretches
There were several eras, where are Fonnegras?
Notebooks are their years, will they end?
My RAP didn't end, it just stayed up late
And tied up the time that a company wasted
I don't forget that cassette that made it easy
To have the music we couldn't buy
That Loco was a home studio because I know
That it was played for free when it was first time
Influences told us like everyone, take
Into account that they came to learn what?
Aranjuez saw us not giving up
And thanks to the craft that Alcolirykoz trusted
Without the habit of saying we gave up
Arnez on the corner, a concert I won't forget

And this is from the time of knees up
Rhymes from the heart, backpacks and spending saliva
My generation was suicidal
Nineteen ninety-nine was the alternative

And this is from the time of knees up
Rhymes from the heart, backpacks and spending saliva
My generation was suicidal
Nineteen ninety-nine was the alternative