Cartel den, Mãolee on the beat
In perdition’s light, I find myself and pay the price
I go up and down, enlighten someone
I confuse some, disobey
I already said it, I’ll repeat for you
The less you hear me, the more and better I’ll say
I’m alive on the mic again, each line a shot
I’ve got ten mags of sixteen
Light a joint, between hi-hats and cymbals
Run from here with your straight, boring talk
I’m in the race, smoking dope
It’s Rio rap coming, raising hell
Whoever complains will lose
If the world didn’t get you, you didn’t make yourself understood
Chasing Glory, grinding all day
In practice, victory’s for whoever grabs it first
I’m a shot that rips off masks
My party’s me, like Hezbollah
I’m on TTK, tell ’em to come get me
Your respect ain’t enough now, only your fear will do
I’m just another war neurotic
Stepping on grass, stealing roses
The best ideas are the dangerous ones
Get comfy or get bothered
Faith’s worth nothing to a lazy mind
They want good, I want truth
They live to leave goods, I to leave longing
My sound comes out of savvy, to be good
You gotta feel rage at mediocrity
Dreaming’s addictive; quitting the dream and acting
They talk too much, but talk in vain
Vivaz knows silence is always right
Who listens doesn’t hear, who looks doesn’t see
From the underworld I’ll subvert
Either you intimidate the world
Or the world intimidates you
If they’re enlightened, I’m luminous
You can say my dream’s useless
Crazy romantics always laugh last
I’m just another war neurotic