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[Rashid]
Yeah, yeah
Focus on the mission
Go

I lose my mind for my people
In enemy lines, cold blood, hot idea
Out there, the motto is the snake's attack
You want the effect line, but I'm the frontline
Several leeches, so I arrive like Blade
My brothers spinning and the bang isn't Beyblade
The Band-Aid is over, face the reality
I'm more than the effect line, understand? Frontline

I went to make a record and some hits, honor my kind
I came back, you're less cultured, just a kit, hype chubby
Type beat and type flow, leave as your time is up
I'm Xis, 4P, you're X-9, 6ix9ine
And, to be here, comedy would appeal
A pen like this is not sold in stationery
Fake, on the radar, there are too many, man
No risk of COVID, you spent your whole life wearing a mask

Selling lifestyle, ice, hey, bro'
Fuck the style, my people still fight for life
Ah, if our children were Blue Ivy
Where love is missing and live is abundant
Your silence will be remembered, sweetness
Here, black lives are always the subject of the moment, it's not just a post, it's attitude (you know?)
For the haters with twisted ideas, keep pretending we're not awesome
Maybe I'll pretend that what you think matters (hold on)

I lose my mind for my people (go)
In enemy lines, cold blood, hot idea
Out there, the motto is the snake's attack
You want the effect line, but I'm the frontline
Several leeches, so I arrive like Blade
My brothers spinning and the bang isn't Beyblade
The Band-Aid is over, face the reality
I'm more than the effect line, understand? Frontline

[Amiri]
Ask your favorite why they don't want to hype me
Why they don't want to like me?
And who else claims to be the best?
But everyone is the best until Amiri turns on the mic
Your selective morals and your little group feel
Always heavy in the lines, my school was demanding
Regardless of how many people there were
Without vision, it has nothing to do with mine, I lose my mind for my people

So get out of my Abba or Mamma Mia
Who envies essence, everything looks, but sees nothing
That Amiri is a boost of energy, every day
A hurricane, while they spin like bakery chickens
They were going to act crazy, I arrived in time
The scene was so crazy that it's worth the replay for real

I eat all the beats I put on the plate
And I'm not playing with you, I don't train rats
From the aesthetics of misery, these boys claim to be fans of the mud
They don't know what it's like to be born and grow up fragile in a moldy shack
But who underestimated that I wasn't playing the game
Plays Russian roulette with a bullet in the chamber

[Rashid and Don L]
I lose my mind for my people
In enemy lines, cold blood, hot idea (got it?)
Out there, the motto is the snake's attack
You want the effect line, but I'm the frontline (your buddy)
Several leeches, so I arrive like Blade
My brothers spinning and the bang isn't Beyblade (yeah)
The Band-Aid is over, face the reality
I'm more than the effect line, understand? Frontline (excuse me, excuse me)

[Don L]
Tired of seeing people talking about what they don't know
Lies on all sides of the woke generation
I can't stand Insta' anymore
Tired of this confusion between life and publicity, art, generation of likes
Tired of this feeling that everyone is pretending to be what they are not
And believing that the rest of the world isn't

Tired of coaches, tired of posts
Tired of always being tired and tired of pain
Tired of these traps, baby
Tired of these boombaps talking about these traps, like this
Tired of this rapper Don L tired of these

Advertisers confusing music and marketing in their name
Tired of bots, tired of blogs
And every day someone ties a favela resident to a post
The most that happens is a protest trending
Mobilize the billionaires, we don't want cops in the market (racists)
They sold bodies in the market
Now they say they want diverse bodies in market stalls
But it's the market owners who enslaved the bodies

Who made them billionaires
Tired of the market, tired of the stock market
Tired of seeing my buddies taken for fools
With the same Gucci or Prada bag
Bought at the flea market and still free advertising, buddy
Tired of these corporate pigs using bodies
Co-opted against our own

Tired of the market that elects the bullet bench
Agrees with the moderates or with Bolsonaro
Tired of knowing that I won't rest
I won't retire, this shit is like