Rap Vida 2002

In this Rap life 2002, we are still confused,
we seek thrones and gold, we are defeated, we believe to be the masters but we don't feel, and then among microphones we fail, we sink

Rap life, lost in uncertainty, listen men of little faith, I will be the torch that enlightens you, those who do not have rap as a habit should not speak, those who do not understand it should be silent, because they confuse, I know it gets lost or falls asleep, it sinks, I know the media now pay attention because they see that rap sells, I know it sounds absurd but it's true, hundreds of talentless MCs define themselves as wonders, torture, your dark and gloomy shit bores, if in the studio you record the first thing that comes to mind and then you take care of your autographs more than your paragraphs, stay on the sidelines and maintain your image if there are photographers, disputes, to be the great man of the baton, in an industry of pimps that turn you into prostitutes, my rhyme besides being clever, is sacred like cows in Calcutta, it is not touched or moved by your insult, bitch, it does not alter if trends make you change your guidelines, bitch, victims of circumstances, perhaps it is ignorance or childhood traumas that make you as cold as the ice of Greenland, this is more than rhyming, it is more than entertaining you, it is having you face to face and making a space in your mind, it is my life, simply Rap life, where I go with my own to death, while others try their luck.

In this Rap life 2002, we are still confused,
we seek thrones and gold, we are defeated, we believe to be the masters but we don't feel, and then among microphones we fail, we sink