Griot

My rap is my life, man
In the show, I convey the feeling they have
Sprouts in the minds of friends, it's my life too
In the minds of those who have never seen, who is this guy, uncle?
Ask the best you've heard about the influences, where they come from
Respect is for the slaps in the face for each line
And fuck the record labels, I don't yield and I build my own
I invest in rap with a message and culture damn it
And at the same time, I make the calculators work
If I do it for money, sometimes yes, Dom
Money that I can't do without to keep making music
What do I want? What makes me feel more alive
Because I've felt free, today I want to feel like I'm a book
Without wanting to be the best, far from vanity talks
Want to be the best, be the best for your community
One song a week? I'm not that kind of MC
I make one song a year and you don't go a week without hearing

Messenger yes sir
Thug gets emotional
Because he feels the spirit of the ancestors, Griot!
I came to prove that the culture hasn't ended

I'm a messenger yes sir
Thug gets emotional
Because he feels the spirit of the ancestors, Griot!

(Griot Message)
I am the army of one
Without faction, I just do my own
In VK (Vila Kennedy) Joaquim Oliveira, Santa Mata
or Rocinha
If you stop to ask, by resident
You'll see that I went out of love
The message is still lasting damn it
At the bar, with the guys
I arrive in flip-flops, some guys don't care
Just me and my CDs, the coolest beat
That me and my brother Luizin produced overnight, Yeah
I string together the galloping rhyme, double cadence
That the guys who turned out of nowhere have already turned here to go crazy with the flip
Kicking that stops the hood, those who were outside already come to take a look
Those who were leaving already stop and notice they were fooled
They came up with a quick move, laughing, juggling to the rhythm
I'm like the velin of the embolada, the cool tambourine gives me guidance
Word glued, a dedicated sound to all the younger ones already focused
Aware that every stop I talk about releases the unmanipulated truth
I'm already in this old school rap and I learned that the important thing is the message passed on
And I don't rhyme anything that isn't from the heart
The guys say, son of a bitch he has ten lungs
And I drop these types of flows, sometimes just to get attention
And I say that flow is nothing if it doesn't have any information, right?

Messenger yes sir
Thug gets emotional
Because he feels the spirit of the ancestors, Griot!
I came to prove that the culture hasn't ended

(Griot Message)
And they say I'm crazy, I still believe in movement
More than recording, I want to sow something of value for time
But the track is São Tomé Marecha, the track is the example
The battles talked shit, I made the one of knowledge
Spokesperson for those who work, Malcolm X us for us
in whatever way necessary
Soon book collections at events in various areas
Incentives to have more community libraries
After the libraries, an advanced study center
Replacing outdated school methods
They prepare us to be slaves, don't encourage reasoning
They should show historical landmarks more similar to Plínio
They explain the dominance of those who make money
Makes those who produce their dream and bribe their pillow
Makes you believe that just surviving is cool
The game is dirty, high school to be a garbage collector
Everyone is broke, I'm pissed off
Let the time come back when MCs were more politicized
And when a show with income for revolution is announced
This is a 10-minute talk, the tickets are sold out
Stadium packed, everyone showing who we are
Survivors in hell, over 50 thousand brothers
Many of them barefoot, because we never dazzled
We prefer to die like this, being owners of where we step
Jesus, John the Baptist, Thinker, Gogh, Brown, Rakim, Gentileza
Gandhi, Mandela, Marley, Fela, Luther King
To be one more, I'm on the track, philosophy One Way
The ends justify themselves now because this shit has no end