Espírito Independente

And the true ones know where I come from
Recognize when the verses are from the heart
One path: More than music, it's a mission
I don't surrender to the record label, trying to pressure me
I don't know how to make the sound of the moment
I make the moment a sound

Independent
Takes time to release, to create
It takes time for you to realize that we're together, it's just you
And fuck the CD, I have lyrical content
CD is just material, my rhymes hurt your spirit

Underground is bullshit
I'm down to earth
In honor of my blood-of-my-blood
I never gave my blood in vain
My sound is of life and is divided
In longevity and vision
But without neurosis; like Calypso
If I can sell a million

Time passes
Let it swallow those who rush
With time, I go to more places
And the love of mine multiplies
I bring what is eternal to writing
My simple rhyme explains
My record
Will never come out, scoundrel – my record stays

In the discman, in the homemade three-in-one case
At work when the boss isn't watching
My record has true feeling, and
If you don't have it, sorry, you don't understand

I live the street
Work like someone focusing on a legacy
I'm like a seller of Ocas Magazine, you know?
My times without news don't say I'm standing still
I mean: Get ready! Many dope raps are coming!

It was some scribbles on a napkin
Now it's a thousand lyrics in the file
The process is crazy
Increasingly selective
If there's no swing, don't insist
If there's no flow, write a book
If there's no lyrics, give up
If there's no show, kill yourself live

I listen to rap conversations always with a tone of nostalgia
Good times that don't come back – the subject has taken over the city
September Seven: Let's get back to reality
It's not lacking rap, what's lacking is real rap

One for love
Two to convey a message
Tell the sponsor
To strengthen food and passage
Heavy sound system
A good mic that can be heard
Whoever hasn't seen will leave the show like
Damn! Did you see the freestyles?

Rap is feeling: Hands up, everyone!
I don't need to ask for noise, people do it because it's real
A video of this on the net clearly doesn't have my approval
A computer can't capture the spiritual emotion

This is a ritual for me
A session of sacrifice
It's been over ten years on the scene
And the blood pulses like in the beginning
Living off this is difficult
Few reach this level
But I love what I do so much
That this love makes it possible