Apócrifo

I think I aged 10 years
But on the calendar it was only 3 years
Stubbornness still kills my brothers
And sometimes we are the biggest haters of what we planned

My brothers on the island, and it's not the Caribbean
With dreams canceled like Fred Gibbs
Today Outback, yesterday esfiha at Habib's
But the guns still aim at us, no matter the caliber

Don't lose focus when everything is a click
Not everyone has the power of Midas, I saw that in the ring
Use your brain before the Uzi, life on Instagram, post
But this wack rapper is just competition for Nicki

Blacks at the top, just don't forget the black women
And when you expose your weaknesses, don't blame pussy
The standout MC is the instrumental when the lyrics are lacking
And if you have no talent, that's okay, go on Twitter and fake a beef

My redemption is through art, like Caravaggio
Still with the same faith as the Corinthians when the stadium is full
Humans so vain, but sound fragile
I copy no one but God, only He can accuse me of plagiarism

Comparing me to a pimp and crime sounds like a Rockstar
Comparing me to Gods and Kings sounds arrogant to you
We are Gods of the Orun invading Olympus to occupy
So worry if you want to see the death of my peers

Raised mute to not see the moment
How many of ours died of heartbreak like Little Walter
Barry, saw how unfaithful fame is
In the first opportunity, it trades us for any Caucasian

Numbers lie, Jay-Z, today you buy Likes
Robots project dislikes, quality is seen by Likes
Demand is to lie on the mic, counting Likes
It's that the new Hip Hop demands hype idiots

Do you want us as court jesters or in the cemetery
Hyping those who play with the fight, not those who take the fight seriously
What's the long post that separates us
Respect the women from Fabiana to Dona Ivone Lara

The oppressed's dream is to be the oppressor, no, no, just to be compensated
Today the oppressor says what oppression is, man, we're screwed
Under 13 joins the 12, and gets lost
Dies in the sight of the .38, math of the excluded

All inverted, like the cross in the movie The Nun
Put on your hat, open your mind, and I'm not even talking about using a visor
Just, using your vision beyond the milk with pear
Look at your own navel is static, like running on a treadmill

Pen and heart have to speak more than the Beat
For every 10 who criticize me, 11 have asked for a feature
I know the envious are a dime a dozen, the game is dirty and demands a hit
Theatre of ungrateful life, like Adam blaming Lilith

Back home like Pitter
Dark times, where the pastor wants to preach Hitler's word
As if Christ were a German Nazi soldier
- I'm not racist, I have a black friend: said the racist!

One day I dragged my sneakers on the ground so no one would see they were torn
Today Converse sponsors me with the coolest ones they've released
I ran so much that the beak seemed still
And today it's impossible for a Top Five without my name being remembered

This Storytelling is tough
No happy ending, like a Shakespearean plot
Brother, there is no love when it comes to grades
I learned in the toughest way that the God of São Paulo is money

And a friend of mine told me: This world is the worst
People don't change, don't be fooled, they just learn to lie better
They never take a stand, but demand: Take a stand!
And when your light goes out, even your shadow abandons you

2019, sins on installment
It's Black Friday, uncle, depression on sale
Lights, camera, action, post-production doesn't require Marketing
In the launch of posture, it's the conscience that reacts

Our smile inspires life, like the Dream Team of Passinho
In the year of Jorge, Ogum in front to open our way
Keep the copper and bronze, they say gold is not for us
Oxum is my mother, son of a bitch, I'll put gold even in my teeth

Santa Claus symbol of the capitalist empire
This year he'll come in blue so he doesn't look like a communist
But hold on, Owl, you're being extremist
Shouted the gourmet revolution, banging pots in Paulista

We need to love each other, and I'm not just talking about fucking
Yes, empathy to walk, so in the end we don't screw each other
But no, I want codeine, your talk doesn't sell anymore
Everything so Michael Jackson, whitening and going backwards

Not a punch line, Brazilianized, lines of punches
Sometimes I feel a bit like Shrek, look around and all I see is donkeys
Not a punch line, Brazilianized, lines of punches
Sometimes I feel a bit like Shrek, look around and all I see is donkeys
Brazilianized, lines of punches
Lines of punches

It's the era of disposable
We are disposable
Everything so vague, everything so vague, everything so shallow