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I make non-rappers become fans
I'm classic like Z-4 on automatic
I keep rapping for social reasons
Taking care of the content and conveying messages
To serve as an example to the youth
But you keep rapping just for food
Keep doing garbage, mentioning my mom
I don't know if you knew but she doesn't care
She laughs with you when she hears you

She says: 'let it go'
It's true because I have
Half of your money
Twice the respect
Triple the education
4 times your talent
5 times the humility
6 the intelligence
A journey of lyrics and just a little patience
With the ability to move any audience
Without the need to fall into indecency

I have the balance of preparation and street smarts
A university degree for every tattoo
I'm street, at the same time revolution
I'm the combination of Che Guevara and Al Capone

The same kid raised in the slums
Who ate books to escape poverty
Today I pursue a dream, an ideal, a goal
To be the light in the darkness, show you the way
The one I've been walking hard but it's possible
The one who moves neurons, whether you like it or not
And I don't boast about material things, only about my material

I'm the one who makes statues nod
I'll never go out of style
I'm perpetual like the motor of your Bulova watch
Look up the dictionary when I have the microphone
To understand you, we need to do a coprological exam
I'm Pablo Escobar, if rap were a drug
Because I move kilos like an aerobics class
I keep making logical rap, with ideals
Above the street like pedestrian bridges
I make it easy for you to cross back like Lacy
I put serial numbers like Simonasy
Street, science, class begins
The MC that doesn't bend, impossible to fail

When will that world called fame belong to me?
I'll keep being a rapper, rebellious from birth, graunnnnnnn
It could be fatal to try to pretend
If one day accounts could be settled
When will that world called fame belong to me?
The MC that doesn't bend, impossible to fail

27 years ago I bought myself without instructions
Today, I pay the effects of my decisions
Maybe I don't have swords or weapons with ammunition
But I have a back that has endured over a thousand betrayals
I'm still the same humble kid from my neighborhood
Although many envious ones want to say otherwise
In my closet, I keep the illusion of the neighborhood
I'm just a sinner living my free will
I don't trust, even if they come dressed in white
Your promises don't count until I see it in the bank
I don't back down, and yet life blesses me
And through a thousand gray moments
I always achieved what I wanted
Don't warn me
And go straight without threats
My kind doesn't accept fear in their home
The possibilities of deceiving me
Or killing me are not scarce, but you won't take away my pride

The truth is I don't know where I come from
And I have to believe
Stories that I don't even understand
That if I keep doing what I'm doing
I won't be welcomed in heaven
and I'll go straight to hell
No, no
I'll keep doing what I want
With money and without money
I'm not looking for the first or the third
Without pretending but I spoke with my true God
And he said that if I die, I'll be the shepherd of the rappers