a outra face

The movement grows step by step
But we’re sailing on a river that’s stained
On one side, misunderstanding is the enemy
On the other, those who wear their shirts inside out
There are many groups, many projects
But humility is still lacking on the journey
With what eyes are we seen by the people or the media?
I don’t care, I’ve already shit on that crap
MCs and DJs, B-Boys or in Graff's
We’re heading towards thousands of members in the arts
But there are rules and ethics to blow up with style
They ruin monuments, pollute movements
There are winged cowboys who call themselves soldiers
In music, they’re just kids
Anyone can drop a dope verse
But to what extent do they write what they feel?
Anyone can record an album, "shut the place down"
Name a crew or invent a manifesto
Watch out! Sooner or later, in due time
The truth comes out, the vicar gets caught
Deep down, I feel fear and sorrow at the same time
Because the feeling of the old school evaporates with time
I restart the count on the stopwatch
I keep breaking the minimum record

There’s so much to understand, to discover
Pure culture, do you know how to feel it?
It’s not just an image, it’s a symbol
Raw feeling waiting for your fruit

Do you know what you’re doing?
Are you doing what you know?
I hope you don’t fool yourself
The important thing is to use your skills
To keep improving in what you do
It all boils down to a fruit, a nourishment
Forget the shell, the wonder is inside
It’s not just about writing, singing, painting
Talking to the crowd, dancing, dressing... it’s about feeling
The nobility of a handshake
In the act, the pride of receiving and giving props, stepping on stage
Attitude and personality are very rare
In an individual who just wants to put on a show
We need to try to understand and reach the spirit
Of the true founders of this movement
To recover the feeling and the stance
Of the classic pioneers of this culture
For all the hours, days, weeks, months, years I dedicated to HipHop
What I could have done, I don’t know, other things
Met other people, but no
Deep down, I’m proud of what I’ve become
Of what I do, of who I am, MC
Mastering microphones until the end of life
Only the wrong price is paid by those who can’t see
The other side of the coin

There’s so much to understand, to discover
Pure culture, do you know how to feel it?
It’s not just an image, it’s a symbol
Raw feeling waiting for your fruit