Jamais Serão
Black Alien
They Will Never Be
Now what?
So, what is it about
I know what I'm about
Look around how many babes, it's a fact
Much beyond the powder on the plate
Fry in the room
Lunar dust in the air, spectacular, rookie
My mind creates my hell and melody
My offspring, my notebook, hot beat, cold night
Who would say, in my favorite suit I'm filmed
Pure dialect in the untinted BMW
Black Alien on the microphone, friends call me Gus
Vice versa, my verse to the universe
Niterói to London, New York, Lisbon, Paris
Chillin' in Tokyo
Talkin' worldwide, music please
This is the life I always wanted, didn't even know
The streets hear what we say, I knew
From ninety-three, where were you, were, did?
I drop verses for you in my Portuguese-English
The world will never control me
I prefer the sound of Cantonese, they impose Mandarin
Anyway, I don't give a damn
I'll go all the way, swordsman in Master Yoda style
All you hear is nonsense
My silence is charity
If I act in the old way, hm
What I really think is
Presidents are temporary, baby
My awakening, late
Good music is forever
And these fools will never be
I drink jazz, blues, soul, reggae, funk, rock 'n' roll
I breathe hardcore, punk, Speed's flow, speed flows
Count how many Benjamins in those 100 dollar bills
How many come to me saying 'Black is our school'
Some from the heart, others just lip service
Because from mouth to inside, the soul doesn't cooperate
I never had the intention, if my memory doesn't fail me
I won't even fight, I only use my foot at any time
Bones of the trade, they are the bones of the trade
If they come from messing up, we break bones in the trade
They say it's over, I inform: No, it's just the beginning
Beatmakers, old partners in my oldest vice
I tell my problems to my asylum friends
And then I stop complaining that something is difficult
The comfort zone is where dreams die
Conflict zone is where these cowards run
All you hear is nonsense
My silence is charity
If I act in the old way, hm
What I really think is
Presidents are temporary
My awakening, late
Good music is forever
And these fools will never be