infama

What the hell are you looking at, you bunch of idiots?!
You don't have the guts to be what you dream of being!
You need people like me to point and say: "That's the bad guy!"
And who the hell are you?!
The good guys? You ain't good,
you're just hiding your frustration for being nobody.
Everything you say will be blown away by the wind,
while I keep growing without brakes,
but I accept it, my life is like this,
my life is Infamy.

It's so hard to feel the cyanide,
hidden in a greeting,
a wall of whispers, asses like shields of those who couldn't,
tightness in the throats of those voices wandering,
that at the brush of my steps disguise, sweat, last tense,
prisoners of their sad hysteria,
for the media, I'm a damn carnival attraction,
they see me as an alien, someone weird for sure,
they're all about that, and if today I care about being judged,
by those I haven't even talked to, it's because,
the weight of the pressure is closer,
to sticking my head out of the anonymous crowd,
the respect of my audience is the only legit thing,
in a country where no one wants to see their neighbor succeed,
discouragement, I calm my nerves in front of empty criteria,
in media I can't take seriously,
I unveil the mystery of fame,
who hates me and who loves me?,
this life is, this life is...

[Chorus] (x2)
Infamy: Shout it out, slide what it proclaims,
Infamy: I walk with the calm of a Dalai Lama,
Infamy: More rap in my head and less drama,
Infamy: This life is, this life is...

The pleasant deal of anonymity is just a memory,
I rescue the verb and fight alongside it to stay sane,
I still hold my ground among the elite, tiny satellites,
what do you know about my shyness, my limits?
My pencils love what I write,
they're witnesses to this struggle and I dedicate it,
to all the crews that listen to me,
from Lisbon to Mexico, and it still hurts like a cramp,
that some random critic wants to dilute my merit,
frustrated, they can't believe my lexicon, vertigo in my success,
their insults are always easy targets for my army,
for pulling my contradiction from the heart, I lost forgiveness,
I know my last intention was to be controversial.
After 5 albums, I'm still addicted to what I dictate undefeated,
I insist, nothing's different after your verdict,
I remain convicted after an unasked-for fame,
between love and drama, this life is, this life is...

[Chorus] (x2)
Infamy: Shout it out, slide what it proclaims,
Infamy: I walk with the calm of a Dalai Lama,
Infamy: More rap in my head and less drama,
Infamy: This life is, this life is...

Yeah, you can write in forums, in rap lines, paint it on the street, wherever,
I keep being huge, titanic, unstoppable,
yes, talk about me, hate me, but talk about me,
give me the importance I deserve,
you're my motivation to do this,
this life is... INFAMY!