Primeiro de Abril

The jazz beats
Style like the fifth floor
Fifteen years later, oh
Where I came to find myself
I'm not a singer, no
But I came to try
Let the ink flow a bit in tune
Until I have the gift to enchant you, okay?
April Fools' Day, the day of lies is over now
It turned into 'holy shit, did you see Marechal made a song, recorded and released, damn'
It's back, the rap that inspires, cousin, thank you
Damn, the guys got tired of having to stop to listen to those trap songs from those who never got laid, right
Own studio, 4 and a bit
I've been writing until now and I have content for five more albums ready
If I want content for five more, I blink, ready
While some rack their brains to rhyme
I assemble with these risks
Fuck the number of views
Back in the day, we counted relevance by the number of Gabriel, D2, and Bills
Speeds and Gustavo Black
Today, thank BK, Síntese, and Sant
You guys are the future, damn
(Tell them it's rap!)
And that there's only one type of MC
The 'screw the ego and let's unite'
Money has nothing to do with winning
Be careful with that because if not, you'll fall into the IMF's plan
You'll suffer with what the World Bank has in store to screw you over
Some believe in themselves, others believe in being
And I believe in only one, but only if you believe in yourself, kid
If you limit yourself and believe in seeing to believe, your imagination might not be able to make it happen

I'm leaving
When dawn breaks
I'll pull my crew from here
My place
I come to thank
Music doesn't let me lie

Don't think like I think
Or act like I act
Just react to the sense
Be able to feel
Be careful with new friends, no, no, no, no, no
The group is hot, don't try to understand me
I want to understand what you want to try with me
The last one who tried isn't even here
I won't lie
I do this for my children
If they come to kill me
May the woman I trust
Be able to deliver to them
Like this: 'Daddy left this here'
Happy country where people read little
And show more on social media how they live than living
Can't learn that social media is to trap
Everything is Facebook and books in your face, where are they? You don't see
Like the Carrefour logo where the white part is a 'c', believe it
'But wait, dude, you say people read little and The Secret sold millions'
I know, and the first time I saw that sell
I thought, they should edit books about the secrets of the law
We still don't understand the system
And we live in this confusion
Instead of social actions, we discuss the size of a chain
It's still called evolution, everything is tough, tough, tough, tough
Want to be the best, go research
I've said this in another song
'(Haha) research where, man? You don't even have a CD'
Haha, my album is a joke before it's released, thanks
The saying goes, 'he who laughs last...'
After it's out, don't complain if what becomes a joke is yours

I'm leaving
When dawn breaks
I'll pull my crew from here
My place
I come to thank
Music doesn't let me lie