À Procura Da Perfeita Repetição

[Journalist]
António Pinho Vargas, would you like to see yourself, in a few years
On a Sam The Kid CD, recreated on a Sam The Kid CD?

[António Vargas]
I think so
On one hand, I wanted to say that he had found
That he could do something with my music
And in that sense it would be an honor
In fact, I think any creator when they stimulate the other
To do things, should feel happy, right?

[Sam The Kid]
In search of the perfect repetition
Years of research
I did my job

Around notes
That convey an emotion
Enough for the mind
To gain inspiration

My culture
Doesn't come from reading
Cut and sew
Luck and posture

Also be strong in the mix
To try to bring together two opposite worlds
Don't bet on shit you don't like

Do it because you want to and feel it
Not because you should and have to
There you lie to yourself
There are plenty there

Smooth edges
Rhyme at parties
Above these
Bases

(How do you do it?)

I listen to themes and themes
Made before my birth
Tell me another art that gives you
Greater musical knowledge

Each with their own personal taste
Some bad, damn apron
Maybe it would work if you applied yourself
Just the beat is not enough
Try to be a sound designer

Take time and
Invest in experiences
Don't follow trends and
Focus on sequences

[Aninhas Naifh]
(Gonna find) You stay inside my mind
You'll find in me, in me!
(Ooh, you [?] a state of mind)

[Sam The Kid, Catarina Mira, Lil John & SP]
That nostalgia, like a postcard creates
Auditory at a level that can be respected
Just show creativity and mastery
In researching, perhaps, creating novelty

[Sam The Kid]
I listen to a fat record
Never discovered
Debatable taste
But unavailable on the net
Which is rare

Or I listen to a hit with rotation
I put on my camouflage
Your new approach
Will be in rappar

From the jump
Only PRO TOOLS
It's how I move
Always together
Feel the MPC
Fuck PC

Feel the difference
And gain confidence
You'll have a new belief
That teaches you
The latest instrument

That is organic, that is human
And that is beyond the most mechanical
Who manipulates it puts in the closet
Box! It's not necessary

I seem like an advertiser
But that's just apparent
I create it calm and solitary
Without good equipment

The tip is this
It doesn't matter
A large collection of loops
Just break
Just beats for pits
Yours are ugly

And what matters is what you do
With the little you have
Ideas
With talent in the veins
If you have it
Congratulations

And about the laws (and about the laws?)
They are not well explained
And I don't see the point
To me they are wrong
They are papers
Nothing more
They don't give freedom
To this art that for them
Is still new

I'm in my room
I am an artist absent from SPA's
My soul is alchemist
I think of RCA's

I think of structured rhymes
I think of twelve inches
I don't think that ideas
Could be fined
Or judged
By someone with power
They say be careful in choosing
But I censor censorship

This is pure hip-hop
With samples
I swear
Be a believer
This is the future the past and the present
All at the same time

(Gonna find) You stay inside my mind
You'll find in me, in me!
(Ooh, you [?] a state of mind)

[DJ Cruzfader]
And open your spirit; for inspiration
You search, you find; tips on vinyl

[Catarina Mira]
Oh man, who is Vítor Espadinha?

Because what they all want is to control us
We tell them to fuck off but they control us