Rapaz Comum (Papatracks #15) (feat. Prado, Magrão, Salvador da Rima e Neo Bxd)

Go pass some smaller ones on the street
Just don't look at them too much because the boys are boring
To make money, you work or give work
I'm connected, the salute is already given
Whoever slept didn't see it, wants to know where the signs come from
It comes from the millionaire mind that gives direction to what we say
If you don't have a target, why have a bullet?
Start the saga again
Everything comes back, back to nothing
Count your money and go home
The house is the street
The street is us and Emicida
We are down here and Jesus is up there (amen)
Only rhymers will live on rhymes
Let these crazy people live with the firm
Let these playboys live on the breeze (big boy)

Here there are only pack alphas
Fuel that charges the batteries
Rhymer that will change your life
To spend New Year's Eve on islands
Whether in the Caribbean or the Maldives
Inheritance for my daughters' children
Singing in Wonderland
I sing so I can count a few miles
There are people in the streets who admire me
There are those who hate me and those who are inspired
I just didn't find who is behind my gang
Skipping class I learned
What school doesn't teach
Make money, smoke and rhyme
Calculating souls that the MC saves up here
Several, in each partner live the slaughter
The only thing alive is profit, debts in cash
This skinny chucro is your greatest artist
Hail, south zone, I was just a kid
Today I'm rhyming to Papatinho's beat

An ordinary boy, his story has struggles and glories
And the unfolding is right there
Success is the journey
Finish line is not enough for me
I'm proud of my broken
And I wouldn't trade all this for anything
My progress was what was missing
And today there is no shortage

Difficult life trickery I met small
Toe box on the street do what it's like
I grew up there on the street playing a ball
Rabeira in the truck on the way to school
I'm an ordinary boy, just like you
I was heir to nothing but trauma and psychosis
The path I chose was what brought me here
The endless balance between my dream and my neuroses
Today the foreign ships, we play on the track
These beautiful girls, play for the artist
This rich life sometimes scares me
A lot of people change, that frustrates me
It changes many lives, that's what cheers me up
If it weren't for hip-hop I would risk the fog
Several monsters, in this forest running up
For us nothing changes, the solution is a rhyme

I'm pissed NWA, fuck the police
On the phone listening to Wu Tang Clan to remember the relics
Black like Arsene Lupin, camera doesn't film me
Magrão, Coyote, Neo and Prado, shame on the media
Through the streets of RJ, we hunt Tony Montana
I feel the same Frank Lucas
I won't die for fame
Fake people offer you love and in the end no one loves you
If it's good we're grateful, if it's bad we don't complain
Just don't fool yourself with money and fanfic
These fake fans would kill you for one click
Making, making classics and hits
In this pen I have several homicides
It's the sample that inspires me, Papato got it right
Humility and discipline to begin with
I see a lion roaring, hyenas run from the jungle
I have the target in my sights and it's already gone with the crosshairs on my forehead

An ordinary boy, his story has struggles and glories
And the unfolding is right there
Success is the journey
Finish line is not enough for me
I'm proud of my broken
And I wouldn't trade all this for anything
My progress was what was missing
And today there is no shortage