À Procura Da Batida Perfeita

The beat is mine, run
I arrived first
Don't laugh, make the bet
It's all about money
Free in Babylon
And there looking for peace
They lost the Manual
And now what to do?

João and Maria
Full of pomp
Fell for the scoundrel's tale
Now he's an artist, doesn't mix with the commoners
Sunday on Faustão, Tuesday on Hebe

Yacht in Botafogo, Apartment in Ipanema
A life of luxury if I joined the scheme
But I seek in the roots and there is what I always wanted
It's not a bag of money that makes me happy

But the power of Samba, the power of Rap
The MC who is a samba player, the drum that turns into a scratch
It's my sound that shows very well who I am
Where I grew up, where I walk, where it is, where I go

I go to the Samba, that's where I go (In search of the perfect beat)

Things are getting tough
The heat is on
Time passes but evolution is slow
But I'm not in a hurry
The speed is this
There's nothing in this world, buddy, that stresses me out

However, Ah However
There's a different case
that involves all my people

Don't stuff yourself with anyone
Stay on the side of good
Attitude, Love, and Respect too

I go to the samba, it's a cool crowd
The difference is clear
We smoke and they seek fame
Protect the roots so there are good fruits
As the old saying goes: