[Intro: Froid]
Every lesson learned
Y'all, y'all, aham, y'all
UBR, damn

[Verse 1: Froid]
Musics are letters psychographed
Questions are humans, all the exacts are answers
Nothing protects your back, less knifes
Never negate water to you, always offered drugs
When I talked about the silver I wanted to tak to a idiot
About things rap buy and that Grandma Mafalada buy
Every time you cry, rap is just for those whose stand
You just wanna have fun, so take yyour money and buy a ball
There's a pan that go out of the ghetto, go see where I'm living
At thе morning an aunt black go out with a white baby
Where I'm from thе aunt came and just her gives me good morning
Here in the building I'm the only one in the morning
In the night there's the concierge
I'm artist and the bohemy makes me wake up twelve at o'clock
Play Martinho da Vila, 'Disritmia'
It's just an analogy to a letter that is created
And is less important than the caligraphy
Sarcasm is my disease, is gun against the tirany
Call the cops: all this rage, now is poetry
Remeber wat I used to say, before everything I would be
You used to laugh
This is not to weak men, I wouldn't indicate
Some of us found, some of us lost
And the key to the mystery is riddles in books
Some of us, the keys, some of us sold
And the key to the mystery is riddles in books
[Verse 2: Djonga]
The competition is unfair, I'm Brown, you're Benny
Your rap is rice and beans, mine is lasagne and penne
But I have already passed the phase of wanting to prove the size of my penis
Pimentinha in the slums isn't Denis, so be less
Respect the Father so the enemy falls
And the enemy likes to snort
And I'm Dalai Lama, stay with the fame
I want cash, but it's not for pussy
I want money, wanna be part of history and I want cash
In Guns N' Roses I prefer the guns above the roses, babe
The weak cums and doesn't know how you cum, yeah
It's much hits, few movies like Hitchcock
If I'm Zagallo, cut your coulters like Van Gogh
Be Basquiat and not Di Caprio
Learn how to read reading Bell Hooks, not reading the menu
Deal drugs, steal banks, don't be a larp
And I meant to say Da Vinci, Europeans are just like Leonardo Di Caprio
I found today the answer to the barbarism
Hot Wheels for boys, only girls play with Barbie dolls
Boys wanna be thiefs, grow up and turn into cops
The job didn't even change, just what they tell you to wear
And I took years to write this here
But it was all in a day that I wrote this here
And I took days to understand this here
But if Froid rhymes first, you guys won't listen to this here
They've tried to kill me and it wasn't just one time
You've tried to erase me and I've erased y'all
Wanted to tire me and I got tired of you
Don't defeat me, customers, you're customers, ih
My people suffer and that the State fall
In a pool of blood, who go away of it?
My people blood that the State fall
The tsunamy is going here, we will die in the beach
Some of us killed, some of us died
Bad cops murder my friends
Some of us with drugs, some of us lost
A lot of us without voice, those whose talk sound like bandits