Who is who in this crowd?
Hey, look around, buddy
So that the darkness doesn't take your shine
So that things don't go off track
Always be alert
Hey, look around, buddy
So that the darkness doesn't take your shine
So that things don't go off track

November 20th
So that we no longer have to debate about
Damn, the black guy bought a car, now he thinks he's somebody
The black guy puts on a little gold chain
He thinks he can talk loud to others
To start with, this other guy shouldn't have even left Africa
Our didactic way of telling the story
Of redefining the story
Of changing the whole story
Is to explain
That I understand this black guy thing
But the correct is

Black guy is the hell, my name is Emicida, damn
The badass, run, crack, angry, since the "orra"
It's the end of the mess, I came from the freestyles that are kill or die
Cold, dungeon, uncle, from the hill to the revenge
Leather, Ethiopia, sepia, own light
Rap is anti-copy, right, son? Leave it off
The fame and the click-clicks, I listen to a Slick Rick
On the boat like Deeplick, quick like Wikileaks
Old agonies, new technologies, dude
I came to be Ben 10, big kid
Back in the ring, swing in the bang
Giving blood, until the end, faith, Dorothy Stang
The ghetto dying in the corrals
And rap fighting on the net to see who has better sneakers
Each one with their cross, dude
Like Jesus, I walked among some assholes, I gave in, no

Who is who in this crowd?
Hey, look around, buddy
So that the darkness doesn't take your shine
So that things don't go off track
Always be alert
Hey, look around, buddy
So that the darkness doesn't take your shine
So that things don't go off track

Normal, call me radical
But I don't embrace that from yesterday to today being black became cool
Clowns at a party, roots cut off
The pain of the Jews shocks, ours generates a joke
Ghana kills a bucolic mood, makes it melancholic
There I was doubting Thomas in the hell of the Catholics
Of course the tone sounds terrorist
My country is a cyclist, fan of Eike Batista's son
Wild rule, shit, landscape, tense
This dense, where nothing compensates
For us against the weak boys
Take out the slum, it shows you fifty shades of purple
Rejected, Groxo, what does it generate?
A crooked style, but Garrincha's legs were too
Poor, crazy, no wonder
Don't want to hear nonsense, it's a big bull uncle, it doesn't prosper

Who is who in this crowd?
Hey, look around, buddy
So that the darkness doesn't take your shine
So that things don't go off track
Always be alert
Hey, look around, buddy
So that the darkness doesn't take your shine
So that things don't go off track

Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is
Not everyone who 'is' is

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