Hall of fame

"Gabriel the Thinker the man they love to hate
nah, he's the man who made our hearts stop
we were all calling the most beautiful blondes dumb
and asking for help to live in a favela
when in '94 they published Portuguese rap
and while some drowned, I read the street dictionary
there I also saw the Truth, naked and raw
Boss AC was the first MC to reduce all others to featherweights
and in '95 took the flow to another level
gave it with his soul and devoured Pacman on Da Weasel's album
it was a homicidal flow, and he was only 19
you had to be a Mad Nigga to compete with the Boss
'96 the underground rose and I woke up
it was in the assembly of Microlandia that the law was made
no one spat with the self-esteem of Sagas, the sensei
D-Mars had rhymes more killer than the DJ
Dealema left the Underworld even more submerged
they went further because they rode the Expresso
and had the MC of illusionist verses
with one more fuse than the rest of the lyricists

(Chorus)
if rap is your life then do it well
shed blood and sweat until you go beyond
be humble bro, you're not anyone yet
you don't have the skill to enter the hall of fame yet
dump that pop shit of fame, money, and tops
be yourself and run for the love of hip-hop
work hard and steady until you're someone
and until you have the skill to enter the hall of fame

the sun rose on the LNM album in '97
and appeared with the mathematically correct style
I would say mathematically infallible
practically impossible for most
the first classic of Portuguese hip-hop arrived Without Ceremonies
it was when Porto started giving Lisbon insomnia
Mind da Gap managed to lift the underground from the bottom
easy, because they had a Serial Killer and an Ace up their sleeve
the ace of the street rap school was called Chullage
lots of gas, all the street rappers were left behind
effective in street knowledge, always raw and voracious
perceptive in rhyme no matter how much Red Eyes rhymed
rap came back strong to the ghetto in the golden age
waiting for the new Plague that rhymed in Creole
and brought the new flow saga for my solace
that released poison to leave you on a drip

(Chorus)
if rap is your life then do it well
shed blood and sweat until you go beyond
be humble bro, you're not anyone yet
you don't have the skill to enter the hall of fame yet
dump that pop shit of fame, money, and tops
be yourself and run for the love of hip-hop
work hard and steady until you're someone
and until you have the skill to enter the hall of fame

in '98 they were already talking about a certain Secret Project
which was later unveiled in mixtapes and demos
Xeg, the first MC to make the tongue a saber
who later proved to be more bitter without Vinegar
Sam, Entre(tanto) left the Magic Room
with the first independent album in classic format
Sam, no one knew what the kid was worth
Sam, no one knew what he would become
they were all focused, perplexed, amazed
watching the results of the World and the syllabic verses
Mundo, no one understood where the rhyme fell
Mundo turned straw into poetry
long before trivialization and strawberries
long before fame and money became important
long before the sá leão, melon, and sandro
when it was just skills, sweat, and blood"