Vingança (feat. Ne Jah)

I don’t come from where you come from, it’s easy when you’ve got
To say that those who fight to have are pointless, useless!
Don’t support, but don’t judge
I’m not part of the brown sugars who swallowed their accent to fit in with the crowd
And if I make a track with Bonga or Lura
Instead of protect, you go from pro-black to attack the Pro2Da
If I talk about the hard life, in the hustle
It’s no longer music with life that invites you to enjoy this life that comes with a one-way ticket
They’re crazy, but real soldiers
You see thugs, I see Madybas, Manjucos, and WilSoldiers
So watch out for the abuse and the misuse of my name
I didn’t earn my spot in Portuguese rap in a contest
You wanna talk about essence, about belief, in being different?
Even knowing that your mind isn’t a believer in difference

It’s the charisma or magnitude, the impact of the rhymes on the youth
A child of the streets to become a King needed Attitude!

Call my ghetto dreads
What’s known is a heavy burden
What’s clear is the family fights for a little to have
But it was in the ghetto, it was on the street, ah
What we fight for is a little to have

Ahan, she rolls with everyone, my blood fame is a bitch
You’re in bed while I’m fucking beats, like Kamasutra
It’s from the mud and the sludge, so our karma is struggle
And nothing stops the struggle, I face the fight and we catapult!
NGA is a true crew, it’s raw mass, messing with me is beef with the Mara Salvatrucha
And if the bitch fits, it’s to teach you that you don’t poke a real one with a short stick
Middle finger up, no beating around the bush, I don’t read much, but I know you don’t write revenge without NGA in the mix
No discounts for the MCs, after the month’s balance I see they’re not ready, these fools
It’s a fact and even you see it!
"Wants confrontation," is what the dude says (shards in the feet)
So we put the dots on the i’s (and the lines on the t’s)

It’s the charisma or magnitude, the impact of the rhymes on the youth
A child of the streets to become a King needed Attitude!

Call my ghetto dreads
What’s known is a heavy burden
What’s clear is the family fights for a little to have
But it was in the ghetto, it was on the street, ah
What we fight for is a little to have

Call my ghetto troops

Supreme Force for life
Cheers!

It was in the ghetto, it was in the ghetto, it was in the ghetto
Ah, uh, uh, uh

Ne Jah, NGA
Ne Jah, NGA
Ne Jah, NGA, Ne Jah, NGA, Ne Jah, NGA

Eh-ah, eh-ah, eh-ah