Eu Não Venci o Sistema

Chioki beats damn
Blessed, blessed is the fruit

Do you want sewer rap?
You just had to ask

Enough of this weak rap, empty, fake MC
It's too much blah-blah, drugs, puff-puff, gun with bang-bang
You're clogging up the rap
Excuse me, bye-bye

Fuck your expensive clothes
Made with cheap labor
Fuck your rare jewel
Bought from an oligarch

Fuck your weak rap that profits and doesn't build
Money we make and spend
Change we make and keep

I'm about to distribute razor blades
To see these hairy lies shave
I've understood that you have money and the girls give it to you
I've understood that you're awesome, on the phone

There are many ads, few raps that tell facts
In this feat there are only hits, but it's all paid
It's the revolution of the animals, whip on the executioner
Since the pigs give the law, let me barbecue, damn

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car but the one who built my car doesn't even have a car
I didn't beat the system if my son goes to a cool school and his teacher doesn't earn well
I didn't beat the system if the restaurant where I eat, the one who serves me will never eat there too (won't)
Deep down you didn't beat the system if your victory still depends on others being hostages, got it?

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car and the one who built my car doesn't even have a car (will never have)
I didn't beat the system if my son goes to a cool school and his teacher doesn't earn well
I didn't beat the system if the restaurant where I eat, the one who serves me will never eat there too
Deep down you didn't beat the system if your victory still depends on others being hostages, damn

Obedience doesn't lead to madness
Obedience to madness
Gradually the mind gives in, the body pierces
I feel like a gravedigger of culture
Dumping corpses at the Sepultura show (yuck)

Between the cross and the sword
Crime and the uniform
For God I made the diss
For the Devil I wrote the letter
Freedom of words
Freedom for those who listen to what we say
Rap is a lesson, the street is a classroom

I'm tired of this false peace, Mahatma Gandhi zen
If you talk too much, you'll suck my gland too
I'm big, I'm fine, I'm far, beyond
On the train track, I rap like a witch in Salem

I was caught in the mistake early on
My bravery wasn't out of courage but fear
My secret was to show my face, not my finger
That's why I put the judgment in my pocket and the change in the plot

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car but the one who built my car doesn't even have a car
I didn't beat the system if my son goes to a cool school and his teacher doesn't earn well
I didn't beat the system if the restaurant where I eat, the one who serves me will never eat there too
Deep down you didn't beat the system if your victory still depends on others being hostages, got it?

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car but the one who built my car doesn't even have a car
I didn't beat the system if my son goes to a cool school and his teacher doesn't earn well
I didn't beat the system if the restaurant where I eat, the one who serves me will never eat there too
Deep down you didn't beat the system if your victory still depends on others being hostages, damn