O Preto É A Chave (feat. Xarope MC)

I can use my art in another way
I can put different clothes on it
I can address other subjects as important
I will be intrusive with it

Yeah, because you're black do I have to talk about the favela with you?
What the hell kind of prejudice is this?
I see many black people who want to talk about other things
In fact, black people want to talk about other things
That's the point
A white person to understand this will also take a while
There are things there that you've been connected to for 400 years or more, maybe over 1000
That means new things
I see the black race seeking novelty, seeking technology
Seeking beauty, seeking to be hard

I'm so hungry that I don't lose the line
Several punchlines and they're all mine
Black as hell in building
And the oppressors I will destroy
I'm heavier and I continue deified
Product of the Northeast, I'm a plague
I hated the hype, I became the hype

I don't have a three-thousand-dollar outfit, the free one doesn't even fit
Sponsorships love me, they say they want me
There's fabric for my son, friends, and wife
The MC of the moment without buying followers
Without talking about weed or the coke he snorted
Respecting the essence and the descent in pain
Look at the smile of those who belonged to the scene
Together and united we are the solution and the problem

Black is the key to open the scene
Black is the key to open the cell
Black is the key to open the scene
Black is the key to open the cell
Black is the key to open the scene
Black is the key to open the cell
Black is the key to open the scene
Black is the key to open the cell

Shirt from the rat's basement
In the headphones the big ghost in the African vibe
They're afraid of what I'm saying
Black as hell, don't think I'm slacking
From Paris to Paripe, I'm dominating the world
With so many infinite verses that I joined the
The brothers call me Thanos
Rhyming architectures of the future, I feel like a Bahian pharaoh
I'm like Mario Bros, never afraid of the pipe
Profane verse, on the throne
I speak the language of angels
Some think I need a speech therapist
I'm not anyone's instrument, but I always manage
I leave in a coma, like, fat as hell
Even the beats I eat, fat as hell
Even the beats I eat

Black is the key to open the cell
Black is the key to open the scene
Black is the key to open the cell
Black is the key to open the cell
Black is the key to open the scene
Black is the key to open the cell
Open the cell
Open the cell
Black is the key to open the scene