Sexta

Pulling a crew that was already a crew before I pulled it
Rap BH
The friends were already there when it was ugly to be black and speak slang
When it was a sin to wear a necklace and hang out in the circle
I don't know where the sadness hides
But happiness has a home: Viaduto Santa Tereza
I've been down there and among the best up there

Putting anyone who dared to challenge in a rhyme into a coma
Long before memes, Friday was a day of mischief
I experienced the lion, cemetery of vanity

By the level, you wouldn't believe
That the biggest battle for the guys was the one of everyday life
I high, yellow hair
Man, there wasn't even César with a Flamengo cap

Chris was just a boy, selling records to the newsstand
I've always been a nice guy, but give me my five bucks
They surrounded the square, disaster
Man, the rich conservative

Saw the meeting change the structure of the local culture
That's where the poetry slam was born, it was necessary and all
But the embryo was there where everyone looked tough
And today some guys talk about rap like I talk about horseback riding

I don't know how to ride a horse and they don't sing
He told me he follows the scene and knows things
But has the age that I have street smarts
So it doesn't count

The shoutout is for those who built it, who were there and spread poison
Saw the crazy ones fall off the wire and the slackers fall stinking
If you pass by BH deep down
You have to thank those who created the biggest battle in the world