Que Nem o Meu Cachorro

The afternoon nap is my favorite moment
Doesn't bounce; life is a fall on a cement track
Black Alien is already gone, his time has passed
It means the man lacks knowledge
Of strength, faith, fever, and fiber
I kick in these doors, while the crowd cheers
I'm worried about the phone vibrating next to my sack
The rest that gives cancer, I'll throw it all away
Ungrateful! It's not what you say that defines who you are
Eats and spits on the plate, then says: Jah bless
If it costs my peace, it's already too expensive
Sycophants, here, lie; Black Alien, here, jazz

Hmm, raised in Ingá
Too high to avenge one day
Yes, sensei, I have no patience for debate
Zu-guzung-Gu-zen, flow style, marijuana and avocado
Rio de Janeiro, Niterói, favela, hill
I'm like my dog, in the domain of Latin

Brooklyn, New York, SoHo
I'm like a dog, sweating only on the nose
Don't come easy, otherwise anyone would develop
It's temple time, only gray rats on the road
What comes easy is not good, if involved
From midnight sun to midday sun

Hey, raised in Ingá
Too high to avenge one day
Yes, sensei, I have no patience for debate
Zu-guzung-Gu-zen, flow style, marijuana and avocado
Rio de Janeiro, Niterói, favela, hill
I'm like my dog, in the domain of Latin
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Not so far for you to arrive here with a suitcase
Not even close enough that you can come in flip-flops
Not even close I became a monk, just stopped messing around
Bums talk a lot, they're nails for my hammer
Welcome to my home, be careful not to stumble
The table is still here, but I changed certainties around
In a world that produces bizarre prodigies
Who produce their records, drive their cars
My man's fun, a boy's joy
Who produces what they consume, we all have our anthems
Pronounce my name, synonymous: Genuine
Put your face and test hunger, my felines have canines
Without disposition, I don't stay without disposition
It's in the middle of the road between me and rich me
Both are ambition, and no one knows who they are
And we are the song that comes from the conflict zone
Because the conflict zone is my comfort zone
And the road to hell descends from neutral
So, stop with the zone!

Raised in Ingá
Too high to avenge one day
Yes, sensei, I have no patience for debate
Zu-guzung-Gu-zen, flow style, marijuana and avocado
Rio de Janeiro, Niterói, favela, hill
I'm like my dog, in the domain of Latin
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

It can't work
It will always go wrong for you
Mouths move, blah-blah-blah
And I just do what I have to do
I don't care, not there
I'm right here, beyond what is seen
If it's based on the past, there's only one result
You'll fuck yourself
Because I am the now, I am the now