Medium (feat. Eufoniq)

[Ali]
Rap, thanks for giving me the means
For listening to my pen and giving it a serious tone
For the insight, to build a great empire
And for shouting to the world that you won't end up in the graveyard

For the mystery, and the realism that spreads
And for telling MCs that between words there's magic
For the misfortune that blankets the whole world
And that you describe in words with a street accent

For a name of steel and for the blood of a warrior
Mistreated by the claws of money-hungry businessmen
For magical Africa, its flavor and influence
For the essence and the awareness left as a legacy

For the coherence that gives me chills
And for the lack of support that still doesn't force me to be unfaithful
Because even though it's censored, every word given
And even if they ignore what we do, it won't change a thing

Because this crusade is marked
By honor, respect, and the challenge to spit rhymes of truth
For our streets and their scent of wickedness
For those who live them and suffer society's prejudices

For the loyalty and seriousness that the movement deserves
I stand firm year after year, free of regret
For the time that has shaped and solidified this talent
I feed every track with feeling

I unload everything I carry inside
I love it and I hate it, but I don't lie about it
I feel free in this, cousin
And with my verses, I aim for your skull like a hitman

Hip hop, my means, my world, my inspiration
My hustle, my way out, my escape, my great passion
My life, my craft, sacrifice, and profession
I want to see the real ones, fists up, how many are there?

Hip hop, my people, my crew, the battalion
My corner, my hood, the spot for improvisation
The voice of conscience, hope, and reason
Fists up for the rappers who do it from the heart

[Eufoniq]
Rap, thanks for every line
That lets me recite and announce in every song
For enduring without giving up or omitting that feeling
That is intensely felt and flows in every heartbeat

For fulfilling the mission of spreading a feeling
That not even time will change without its consent
For a hundred percent humility and entrepreneurship
That when moving forward uses better knowledge

For every attempt, in search of improvement
That doesn't allow for later because it prefers change now
And never ignores that moving notion
Of embracing with maturity its protective persistence

It's hours of work and fantasy
That broaden the vision of a heart that empties
It's dense days of precision, night and day
In function of a wonderful and stubborn harmony

For the energy that lives inside
Of every handwritten phrase released to the outside
For the work of infinite hope and its cry
That advances and doesn't weaken against evil or its glare

For the love and honor that represents us
That's why we leave our mark on every script that gets patented
And it increases the illusion that never ends and is sustained
By a spiritual force that will never be for sale

Hip hop, my means, my world, my inspiration
My hustle, my way out, my escape, my great passion
My life, my craft, sacrifice, and profession
I want to see the real ones, fists up, how many are there?

Hip hop, my people, my crew, the battalion
My corner, my hood, the spot for improvisation
The voice of conscience, hope, and reason
Fists up for the rappers who do it from the heart