Cem Por Cento Original (feat. Cris SNJ)
Pateta Código 43
One Hundred Percent Original (feat. Cris SNJ)
I just want what's mine without stepping on anyone
In the disposition I know I'll go further
Doing shows, saving lives through rhyme
If you have a goal, fight and God will enlighten
In the sights of the burden, I know the burden I carry
I keep hammering nails in this war of ego
Predestined and pressured by the soldier of the State
I declare myself an enemy of those who humiliate the favela resident
And even without money, I'm leaving my legacy
Through the testimony of a blessed madman
It's complicated to row in this leaky boat
With a bunch of emotional people with fake whiskey
Sad to see the black tongues playing with the faith of the faithful
Thinking that TotalFlex has fuel in heaven
Oil that comes from the earth, ignites the fire of hell
In this modern world, hello, suited troops
The sheriff is happy with a star on his chest
And the shooting star is the X-ray of prejudice
Hey, see who really adds and doesn't complain
It's easy to say you like, it's easy to say you love
The glass is full, but the mind is empty
The internet is tough, a source of fantasy
In the virtual era, the enemy is secretive
Watch out, caution is still needed
I'm just another link in the chain willing to face head-on
We settle things with ideas, in the traps of the mind
I've learned to respect the purpose process
The matchstick is the one heating up
I just want what's mine without stepping on anyone
In the disposition I know I'll go further
Doing shows, saving lives through rhyme
If you have a goal, fight and God will enlighten
I just want what's mine without stepping on anyone
In the disposition I know I'll go further
Doing shows, saving lives through rhyme
If you have a goal, fight and God will enlighten
For everything I lost to be able to be myself
Today I'm grateful, what comes easy goes easy, just disappears
So many things I went through just to make a name for myself
Now nothing pays off the hustle, neither trouble nor man
False hands extended pushed me off the bridge
I climbed like Everest to escape hunger
Without self-esteem, I threw myself into shallow love
Until I discovered self-love, which has no deadline
I made rap my loyal and sacred abode
With no money in my pocket, I hit the road
A child in my arms, affection incomparable
My strength comes from upbringing, my struggle is heavy
Valuable partnerships helped against evil
Today I'm not just a black girl, they admire me
In the hustle of years, I wasn't born yesterday, I'm real
My aim is ancestral, even radical to some
Cris from the slums, One Hundred Percent original
For those who thought I wouldn't come, now they're in trouble
But this is just the beginning, a long way to go
Because every time I express myself, I become immortal
I just want what's mine, from no one else
Yesterday they didn't believe, and today I'm way beyond
Doing shows, saving lives through rhyme
If you have a goal, fight and God will enlighten
I just want what's mine, from no one else
Yesterday they didn't believe, and today I'm way beyond
Doing shows, saving lives through rhyme
If you have a goal, fight and God will enlighten