Ouro Raro

(Ladies and gentlemen, we have the distinct pleasure of bringing you
The new face of national rap
The young crew Haikaiss)

Understand and manipulate every number
The mix is grim, don’t question it
Not the game or its mentor, that’s the player’s problem
The boredom that just suffocates
There’s fragility and tears exchanged
Never trade the book for drugs (it’s tough!)
The mind is a blank canvas
And my share is to share the view from the suite with whoever has the best mother-in-law
Who says: Vic, life isn’t just a beat
It’s hot!
Dealing with humans is more than just being kind
I unloaded my clip, believed in us (up front)
And look closely, there’s still a lot of unfinished business
I get hung up on this abyss, I rhyme without much doubt
We see potential in each one for the mechanism
We open glass doors with our instincts dulled
It’s worthy for having won, child of the God who inspired
All my destiny, mining what I teach
It’s continuous, reconciling the space that’s given

Ambition of a kid, on the street with no limits
Between beats and flips, I got the invite
Cruising through the gray, graffiti metropolis
If you don’t get it, don’t expect me to explain, yeah
Hip-hop, it’s what got me hooked
Hip-hop, it’s what I live, what I wear
Hip-hop, hip-hop
It’s not a matter of wanting, I need it

DJ Sleep, Qualy, Spi, and Vic
DJ Sleep, Qualy, Spi, and Vic
DJ Sleep, Qualy, Spi, and Vic

Spinardi on the mic, two packs of Marlboro lights
The pen and the notebook, you know, it’s late
Infinite moments like frames in the wind
Just don’t confuse ideology with my lifestyle
To the sound of Kendrick Lamar, alright, pulse without bright
Abstract simplicity in my big city
It’s the minimum
Man made numbers the gods of Earth
While the architect cries and washes his ongoing grief
I dodge, headlights cultivate me fast
They send me a message I fear, that I saw a new saying
In this forest, I find myself
With the same innocence as the Boy in the Striped Pajamas
I’m a bum, they curse me and I am, but I work hard
Which is the same work that I excel in
Wisdom doesn’t choose color or age
Because in this passage, you’re not worth what you have, you’re worth what you know

Hey man, if you came, it’s for a mission
So much life and you just sitting there?
I’ve seen rejection, I won’t be silent
From the ruins, rare gold emerged

Ambition of a kid, on the street with no limits
Between beats and flips, I got the invite
Cruising through the gray, graffiti metropolis
If you don’t get it, don’t expect me to explain, yeah
Hip-hop, it’s what got me hooked
Hip-hop, it’s what I live, what I wear
Hip-hop, hip-hop
It’s not a matter of wanting, I need it
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

DJ Sleep, Qualy, Spi, and Vic
It’s not a matter of wanting, I need it
DJ Sleep, Qualy, Spi, and Vic

Check it out!
Hip-hop grows, never stops
Hip-hop grows, never stops
Hip-hop grows, never stops
National rap until the early hours