I Love This Game

I seem cool 'cause I'm always thinking
I live locked up but in my rap I'm flying
My lady is nagging, nagging imagining
But when I kiss her she understands that I still love her

I tamed my madness if you want to be the chief
See, don't get mad if your rap is worth a penny
A thousand misfortunes that I never explained
Even if rap doesn't make me rich, it doesn't stop me from dedicating myself

Drunk, arrow of alcohol to the date rehabilitated
You want my voice in your talent theme, you need it
They tell me to invest in something more productive
The feeling it gives me to know that I write well

After a while, I'm prey to nostalgia
I don't boast about the past 'cause I never had a childhood
I spent weeks with a stale fragrance
But my rap remained intact, never lost its elegance

A lot of rap, a lot of style, a lot of rap
A lot of hey, a lot of rap, so much passion
A lot of rap, I love this game
Yeah!, woke up with my ribs hurting
Hungover as hell but with a thousand new ideas!

Now I'm calm and very cool
You didn't see me going crazy at some party leaving a trail
You didn't see me on the balcony messing around with a gun
When my flow controls rhymes
Your girlfriend loses control

That's why you sure criticize me
According to you, I copy Nash but you copy me!
I don't copy, dude, I set the standard
I was rapping tough stuff while you were changing teeth!

I showed you the way, I was the pilgrim
Rapping your shitty tracks
Then hanging out with Tito el Bambino

I have a thousand flaws (me) like everyone
But my rap never lost its value on its own
I make my beats, my lines
Posters, promos, mixes, events and I also teach
How can I not teach you, how can I not challenge you
When you write like shit and call it art!

A lot of rap, a lot of style, a lot of rap
A lot of hey, a lot of rap, so much passion
A lot of rap, I love this game
Yeah!, woke up with my ribs hurting
Hungover as hell but with a thousand new ideas!

I am an instrument of inspiration
Something you confuse with the feeling
You get from weed and rum

I'm a perfectionist, I learn from mistakes
You focus on clothes
I focus on underwear

At their lame parties they seek approval
With a freestyle or a 'lougat' to cover up their dumb face
Maybe rap is the perfect excuse
To be popular and hook up at some party

I'm a value, I've been around
I'm important, bow down when I'm around
The seventies were before Cevladé
Today everyone knows, ignorance is abundant but
No one listens, everyone shouts, no one sees
Everyone wore hoodies when Jotadroo turned fifteen
Like so many others who made a fuss
They went to hell to a better world!

A lot of rap, a lot of style, a lot of rap
A lot of hey, a lot of rap, so much passion
A lot of rap, I love this game
Yeah!, woke up with my ribs hurting
Hungover as hell but with a thousand new ideas!

There are few of us who do this for love or pain
Pass me your lyrics, I ran out of comfort
There are always guys who talk instead of rapping
There are always guys who wish they were in my place

Even though I'm not a celebrity of this scene
To improve, they'll download my album from the internet
They talk about the streets and wasting time
I started dreaming awake when waking up on the pavement

I can't rap about social issues from the hood or party
With more wounds than Rambo and sadder than Rambo
I vomited blood, bile, and sadness
In squares, restrooms, and sometimes entering my room

Heading to the session with double A
Not even on the brink of death did I stop rapping
So
Kid, respect your elders
Not because of age but because we're better!

A lot of rap, a lot of style, a lot of rap
A lot of hey, a lot of rap, so much passion
A lot of rap, I love this game
Yeah!, woke up with my ribs hurting
Hungover as hell but with a thousand new ideas!

I've lived everything you boast about
The difference is that for me the party didn't end on Monday
I keep creating 'cause that's why I came to earth
If you want war, bring your dogs and let your bitch
Not look for me on earth

I only believe in my flow and what I do
I've lost more beautiful things because of rap than because of booze
I create all day and they call me lazy
My tears form lakes, my texts create praise

The pencil and paper
Those who send word that they don't want to see you
It was Cevladé who rapped his own tracks in '96
Who are you going to beat?
Impossible if you never learned the ABC
Six years later, you downloaded instrumentals in mp3
From the internet

A lot of rap, a lot of style, a lot of rap
A lot of hey, a lot of rap, so much passion
A lot of rap, I love this game
Yeah!, woke up with my ribs hurting
Hungover as hell but with a thousand new ideas!