21 Balas

The gods are jealous of me
They think there's some problem in getting close
They ask why I'm like this
They ask if I could teach them

The buildings are small compared to me
Lampposts can barely illuminate me
It's because I shine too much, brother
Nothing can make me stop shining
I want the whole world in my hand
Money to count on the right, and on the left
The real boss accepted
I came from shit and there's nothing that can make me back down
Causing unrest, a lot of movement anywhere
Whenever I pass by
I feel like they're following my steps, yeah
I do things they will never do
Of course, I have things they will never have
Imagine my ugly face on a big screen
So everyone can judge

Turn, turn any song into a hit
I turn the night into any mansion
I turn the world in a second in my hand
The favela scoundrel has his place

Turn, turn any song into a hit
I turn the night into any mansion
I turn the world in a second in my hand
The favela scoundrel has his place

I see fake and forced dudes, they're all dressed up
They look edited in Movie Maker
I break them in half, without a message and leave their body stretched out
That's why they call me Undertaker
They want to fill me with bullets, like 50, Tupac
Because I rhyme like hell, like 50, Tupac
Most can't handle the shock
I come back killing these annoying ones, like Jason in Crystal Lake
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Like Snoop Dogg, I'm back, I bark
Like Snoop Dogg, I'm the only king
With the certainty that with this verse I gave you chills
Lord, forgive me, I was wrong
For all the fakes I've forgiven
For all the steps where I hesitated
And for the enemies I haven't killed yet, huh

They will enter the rock
The best on the field, I feel like Totti
I feel like I'll solve everything with a touch
And the system hates me, I feel like a prank
I feel like Midas and I feel like Judas
Everyone calls me Kraken
In the game, I made an absurd move
I became the captain of the attack
The world throws stones when there's a lack of lyrics
The man throws rules when there's too much freedom
The heart of stone is not really thrown
No one wants to turn love into a shotgun
My heart beating on the sole of my boot
My boot hitting the face of those looking for trouble
I jumped into the punk circle even over thirty
And in the middle of this mess, I even knocked down the devil

Hunger was the first adversary
Uncelebrated birthdays
But I always won the battle
My father taught me: You can make mistakes, but never fail
I see the reflection of death on the blade of the razor
I know who makes money and who works
My mother put me in this world to be a man and I'm not a scoundrel
I walk with the necessary swagger
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Turn, turn any song into a hit (damn)
I turn the night into any mansion
I turn the world in a second in my hand
The favela scoundrel is a rockstar, is a rockstar

Turn, turn any song into a hit
I turn the night into any mansion
I turn the world in a second in my hand
The favela scoundrel is a rockstar

Oh, yeah
And nothing anyone does will change me
I still do this shit to make my father proud
I do this for my favela to change
The favela scoundrel is a rockstar