Eu Não Venci o Sistema

(Chioki beats, damn)
(Blessed, blessed is the fruit)

Uh, you want some sewer rap?
(Ah!) All you had to do was ask
Enough of this weak, empty, fake MC rap
It's a lot of blah-blah, damn, puff-puff, pipe with blah-blah
You guys are bottling up rap
Excuse me, beep

Fuck your clothes man
Made with cheap labor
Fuck your rare jewel
Bought from an oligarch
Fuck your weak rap that profits and doesn't edify
We make and spend money
We make changes and they stay

I'm going to distribute razor blades
To see these hairy lies waxing
I already understood that you have money and the girls want to give it to you
I already understood that you're awesome, man, on your cell phone
It's a lot of ads, few raps that report facts
This feat only has hits, but everything is paid for
It's animal farm, a whip for the executioner
Since the pigs are the ones who make the law, let me do the barbecue, man

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car, but whoever built my car doesn't even have a car
I didn't beat the system if my son has a great school and his teacher doesn't earn well (he doesn't)
I haven't beaten the system if the restaurant I eat at and the person who serves me will never eat there either (won't)
Basically, you haven't beaten the system if your victory depends on others still being held hostage, you know?

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car and whoever built my car doesn't even have a car (never will)
I didn't beat the system if my son has a bad school and his teacher doesn't earn well
I haven't beaten the system if the restaurant I eat at and the person who serves me will never eat either (won't eat)
Basically, you haven't beaten the system if your victory depends on others still being held hostage, damn it

Obedience does not lead to madness
Obedience to madness
Little by little the mind gives in, the body breaks
I feel like a cultural gravedigger
Dumping corpses at Sepultura's show (yikes)

Between the devil and the deep sea
Crime and the uniform
For God I did the diss
To the Devil I wrote the letter
Freedom of words
Freedom for those who listen to what we say
Rap is class, street is room

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

In the error I was caught very early (very early)
My bravery was not out of courage, but fear
My secret was to show my face and not my finger
So the judgment I put in my pocket, and the change I put in the plot (ahem)

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car, but whoever built my car doesn't even have a car (doesn't even have one)
I didn't beat the system if my son has a great school and his teacher doesn't earn well (he doesn't)
I haven't beaten the system if the restaurant I eat at and the person who serves me will never eat there either (won't)
Basically, you haven't beaten the system if your victory depends on others still being held hostage, you know?

I didn't beat the system if I have a cool car and the person who built my car doesn't even have a car
I didn't beat the system if my son has a bad school and his teacher doesn't earn well
I haven't beaten the system if the restaurant I eat at and the people who serve me will never eat there either
Basically, you haven't beaten the system if your victory depends on others still being held hostage, damn it