O Tempo Passou (feat. Marechal)

(What separates men from boys)
The part where you talk about your father
Divorce, childhood trauma
Besides being the head of the family very early
How are you like this, how do you see this situation today?
Since you went through it, wrote about it and are showing it
To people that this happens
Because many people think RAP is just smoking weed
And having a bunch of women and thinking that's life

If I stop to see, stop to see
Time has passed, passed, hmm
But there's still time to be
What I want
What I make worth

It was '95. February, Carnival
Dad and grandma at the bar, Patrícia at the hospital
Giving birth to a child who didn't ask to be born
But I was born, so here I go and get ready
Ready to fly, we moved like nomads
Upbringing more complicated than the book of Genesis
Puma Disk or Nike, Kenner, Cyclone shorts
I would never imagine that the future was the microphone
(What?) I respected every PF there
Focused and determined to one day be the boss there
If you're selling, don't smoke, unravel it's a bluff there
If you want 'Real', study, if you want 'Dollar', roll it up there
My uncle Cadão passed away, one day I'll visit you
I got lost, but found myself, I swear not to stray
No time for tomorrow, in two days it's yesterday
Time passes, I'll pass before they find me

If I stop to see, stop to see
Time has passed, passed, hmm
But there's still time to be
What I want
What I make worth

Oh, and I can even see, 10 years ahead
More money, hmm, yes, probably
More friends... Not so much, we cut out the liars
Times have changed, I charge punctually
What I did, what I wanted, you'll see it's me
The showbiz, your diss, was it worth it?
If my to-do lists pile up
And crazy ones demand daughters man, you'll reap what you sow!
(Go), high reflexes and my sanity on the agenda
I set my goals, and sanctity high
My mom at the top, our vertical garden
(Your plan is crazy, is it?)
Lucky for me not to be normal
My leg is my pointer and I've been running since 12
At 19 I just played at being an MC
But I never played at being an MC for fun
So around 2020 ask if I made it

If I stop to see, stop to see
Time has passed, passed, hmm
But there's still time to be
What I want
What I make worth

It was '95, 300 years Zumbi
300 thousand guys in Vale Anhangaba, YO MTV!
When I heard Racionais - Fórmula Mágica da Paz
My reaction was 'Reborn', my heart went back like a dog
I was just a kid, just thinking about rhyming
Afro hair, causing discomfort to racists
Tupac's beats, I traveled
Living Rap, the kids ha ha ha
Laughing like Catra and teasing myself
But living I was already, money was the only thing missing
Time passes, we keep hunting, Rio de Janeiro
I dropped out of school early, never the notebooks
I wasn't afraid!
I'll die trying until these verses make me eternal
Independent in front of Quinto Andar
The legend Brother, remember the freestyles from BH?
Since then, I don't know what an HR department is like
I live off this and still take money out of my pocket for the kid to read
Do you know the Livrar Project?
Huh, Santin, sobrin, 2020 where will we be?
There in your mom's garden picking some greens for lunch
In Luizin 10 thousand, a song to record
In the to-do list there's impossible, so cross it out!
I'll risk saying that 25 will come in a blink and the track will discard
Those who are just pretending to be artists and highlighting the lyricists
Crush those who insist on mistreating women with a bunch of sexist rhymes
Don't think all that shit you post on Insta goes unnoticed
Going on TV is an achievement, only when it's our own channel
If not, you're bait and sing in the same place as the Nazi National News
Stir up the people to be in favor of approving the law of criminal responsibility
Our minors need an educational revolution
Oh, rap is the crime, the crime is the rap
My rap is increasingly passionate
If you stop to see it cool, my pen is like a screwdriver
MareGhella Scott Heron, AKA Guevarechal
Plau, plau, plau
Plau, plau, plau