Centauros (feat. Sant)

With each sound I demand more wisdom
But in this meaningless world, why would my music
It would be such a utopia to live on poetry
In a country where for every 3 pharmacies that open, a bookstore closes
Look, everyone has their own Painkiller
Pharmacists are also Drug Dealers
And what we have sung in rap influences kids
Guns killed Big and Pac, drugs Mac Miller!
Is it our karma, drug, party, weapon
On one side, the toe box, on the other, Extrafarma
Is the rhyme the end of the line, a shot in the mouth
Or will it be that at the end of mine, I'll take you out of my mouth
Wake up Brazza, the end of the world is approaching
And you think you can save it in the next rhyme
When you do the Mic check, you're looking for likes and checks
While another Nike Pack arrives at your home
Oh, I don't give a damn
I see several in an imported car that don't care so much
The rap right in the photo for you is a selfie
Care so much about Hype
Who doesn't even listen when the ghetto screams Help

Throw your hands in the sky and your weapons on the ground
Look at the paper and hit it right in the heart
All I have is a chance and a rhyme
I can't fail the mission, no
Look at the paper and hit it right in the heart

They told me to throw myself in, I only see buildings
I ask for help and instead of hugs, they prescribe me medicine
And no one imagines that behind the curtain anguish dominates me
It's awesome, like it's more addictive than cocaine
Calm down, don't let it blind you
Fuck whoever follows you, do you write poetry or do you pose
Followers don't mean anything brother
Hitler had millions, Jesus only had twelve
Still he was betrayed
This just shows how deluded we are
And when none of this makes sense
This crowd sows loneliness
Our happiness depends on the opinion of a stranger
I advise you to stay Off Line
The revolution will not appear on your Timeline
They're not talking about Jay-z's music, they're not even chasing taxis
When they say they want 99
What's the point of a Punch Line rap?
If I don't have faith that Rhyme will free the kids from Tec Nine
How many die every year, in the sights of the barrel
Copying the Americans, even Suzano became Columbine
I saw it with my own eyes
Hip Hop turns kids into Centaurs
Armed, but without Taurus
Sabota swapped the gun for the Mic
But we still need about a hundred more Mauros

Throw your hands in the sky and your weapons on the ground
Look at the paper and hit it right in the heart
All I have is a chance and a rhyme
I can't fail the mission, no
Look at the paper and hit it right in the heart

saint

Maybe I'll lie until I'm convinced
Maybe one day I'll feel it's true
Maybe suffering is hereditary
Maybe it's just vanity
Maybe life has its reasons
Maybe my reasons had no life
Maybe the easiest way out has become the only one, because we see no way out
Brazza, I promised myself I would do my time
But see, I'm a speck
I made the hourglass a temple, maybe uncertainty is the ground
And nature Sample
Maybe a man's destiny
Stand in the balance between your mistakes and honors
Maybe the world makes you a nest of demands
And the cycles are mere memories
Maybe in fact, there is only one way
And the walk that confuses us
Or maybe nothing exists and the confusion inspires
Something that might deepen you

Throw your hands in the sky and your weapons on the ground
Look at the paper and hit it right in the heart
All I have is a chance and a rhyme
I can't fail the mission, no
Look at the paper and hit it right in the heart