Boom Bap Perfeito (feat. Sodré)

Flow mechanical pencil, black, black and full of life
Or Rima Calmo as you call it
Like that, oh

On boombap I'm smart, yes, if you doubt it
And it's with this classic flow that I'm going to surf beats
Away from the wannabes cluttering my life
Black guy full of money like Joey Badass from the village

In this coliseum there is more than one lion per day
And whoever flies here will become a chinchilla jaco
With a world on your shoulders and some dreams in your backpack
I took to the streets in a crazy search to live off my rhymes

Maintaining the posture and culture that rap teaches
I contradicted the son of a bitch who judges and criticizes
To avoid giving a BO, I often restrained myself
No wonder they are ball boys, I'm the team's starter

I've lost count of those who didn't help before
I also lost count of those who just flattered me
I got access where no one invited me
And today Nego's hobby is to silence who doubted

Fitting the feeling into the box
Poetry accompanying the beating of the chest
Experience and trickery make up the words
That's what makes life a perfect boombap

Fitting the feeling into the box
Poetry accompanying the beating of the chest
Experience and trickery make up the words
That's what makes life a perfect boombap

From corner to corner accumulating leaflets
Because the talent I inherited from my mother was being hardworking
I learned from the ancients to be much more patient
Since success in life is not usually forced

I've seen myself suffocated by the absence of a father
Lack of reference is too common
I carry doubts even before I had my children
But I think this absence is what makes us equal

If you don't do it
I went against the grain
So as not to be another hero who will die a villain
Statistics won't kill my brothers
23 minutes is not enough for those who live a million

Fitting the feeling into the box
Poetry accompanying the beating of the chest
Experience and trickery make up the words
That's what makes life a perfect boombap

Fitting the feeling into the box
Poetry accompanying the beating of the chest
Experience and trickery make up the words
That's what makes life a perfect boombap