LIMONNADA

You don't mess with me
You don't hold me back, I'm right, those who hustle aren't slow
He claims he's got talent, in front of the camera
On the mic, I claim experience
I exude wisdom, and that's why you notice my smarts
I turned my opponents into fruit, chop these fools up, and serve them on the table

If my kid knew about today, they would have never wished for death
Notice the difference in this movement, that always welcomed the troublemaker?
I shook them down until I saw the contents fall from their pockets, so poor
Filled with phobias
And some attempts to seem cool
Don't mess with me

Man, when I get rich, I'm buying your head
To get back at every oppression, thrown, crafted with skill
I'm a rough bitch, a blade forged from sadness
Repellent to these worms, whose rap ends up on a t-shirt
Okay

Yeah, I manage rappers
And I'm not even a label
I crush it in boom bap, or trap
Rap without a zip code, and old heads
Because I destroy castles built by clueless white folks
Just for the stage or the spotlight, just for the show

Run
From me when you see me on the scene, 'cause I'm the grim reaper
I open small minds and almost never use a knife
Talk less, do like I do, maybe you'll bring some new weight
In this land of dumbasses
Dragging your weak asses into the movement

By the way, wash it and your mouth, for saying
My name any time of your day, look, jerk
I swear to God I'll stick to you at any moment

Menthol on your lips, doesn't hide the shit you said
No beef, the fight between duck and lioness doesn't exist
I never needed a ghostwriter
My rap is karma
Asthma!
Calm down, little dude
My flow drags your face on the curb
Red liquid, in my boot, it's not wine
I learned from my life, wounded, expectations
The watching society is tuning in

Hoping for death
For lack of jobs, of money
Of perspective
And self-esteem

I'm without a manager
But I started a business
So, the hype is just a matter of perspective

I'm where I want to be, after all, with my money I can offer food
For those by my side and also for myself
I made lemonade out of lemons, rap changed my life

When the tough ones come together
It'll be tough for those who always took us out of violence
They'll hear me scream
They'll watch me spend
I'm the belief of the racist going wrong
I walked the opposite way, I'm thriving
Even if I bleed chunks
I stop only when my head stops

In the strength of my orishas
Who protect me in the jungle
I won't stop, victory is certain
I keep singing
Fuck the arrows pointing at me
Calling me uncertain!
They'll hear me
They'll see that I will always win the war
'Cause I'm on the right side of it
They won't stop me, I represent the hood!
The more they criticize, the more I sing for it.