Not everything is for everyone
There is a silence that still deafens me
An uncertainty in belonging, or am I a guest to you?
Everything is reversed and the world is having fun, it's a bitterness
As if there were never anyone who saw the verse and heard the color
Listen to this love and this pain giving in
I am not threatening, my flavor is knowledge
What I do is not basic, I give my all for a classic
It's not easy, every phrase, every stroke in my A5
Marvila is life, it's the vineyard I bottle
I'm in my own and I never follow the same line, I paragraph
I have thirst in my head and my head on my finger
But when I dream, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep in the net
There is sweat in every pore, I organize what I memorize
Indecisive that I might slip and that's why I take my time
I do something I love and ignore the bad pleasure
I don't want to be the best, I improve by being myself
I never had ambition with the illusion of adherence
Because having the profession is not a mission, it's a consequence
I don't surrender to influence and in bankruptcy I will say
That I don't need a sale, I'm not a goddess of law
My book is exclusive and universal
I was compulsive in cursive and didn't die a vassal
With Sony Digital I gained the notion of the lens
To one day be immortal like the brave nation
Fluent vision and it's when the mind enlightens me
To move forward and never retreat in the climb
The secret to the (exit) is not to climb altitudes
It's when I point out the important, it's when I name virtues
Glory lives where I belong and appreciation decorates
And I'm tied to this weight that anchors me
The sound unemployed me, the zone supported me
Probe those who aspire, no one dreams of being a butler
For radical kids, nothing is phat if it's old
But I won't be another homeless architect
I don't enter into laziness and what uncertainty brings
One day is a long time when it has a maybe behind it

Thus, the scene comes out without pressures
I feel the sound without thinking about acceptances
It's the trajectory of other stars from other generations
I tell stories where the weak have prayers
Thus, the scene comes out without pressures
I feel the sound without thinking about acceptances
I wanted juice, I wanted students with information
There are no dumbos, just schools without memories

If art is altruistic, it's not what I saw at the top
Because the throne is selfish, not philanthropic
I launched myself and never left as soon as I doubled up
I'm grateful for the ride, I zigzag the globe
And I keep notes of polyglot routes
In hotels, only the sheet changes, it's seeing the sun and returns
Why make an album if it lasts months
Sometimes I feel like we're still stuck in the frame
In the pure era, with everyone in the culture broke
When the vibe was insecure, I'm from the height of those
Without deadlines, without prices
Without packs, without interests
The principle of the beginning still remains unscathed
In my craft, what is difficult is to keep silent
Now there are many coincidences to be coincidental
It was all an accident, and there is no clarification
In the time when they were just demos, rappers were authors
Singers were poets and poets were painters
I knew what courage was when the light was a remnant
I know there's a mirage in the industry of modesty
I came from the art of serious rhyme, when the climate was intense
A beautiful era when no one laughed extensively yet
And nowadays, there is no wisdom, without notion, without sense
And the majority are a circus amusement
I listen to veteran brothers and how many do you feel
In the life of an MC without remnants
Who still rhyme and do consistent work
And never wait for you to sustain them one day
I saw divine dreams
I saw a thousand disappointments that bring many endings
Harassment doesn't sway me and in calm I don't even respond
To a warehouse that hides souls on discount
I prefer to make unusual trips in my five-seater kit
I go far, I don't fixate on seeing clicks and thumbs
And I just say thank you, for living with pleasure
For having a life like this, and not like this squared

Thus, the scene comes out without pressures
I feel the sound without thinking about acceptances
It's the trajectory of other stars from other generations
I tell stories where the weak have prayers
Thus, the scene comes out without pressures
I feel the sound without thinking about acceptances
I wanted juice, I wanted students with information
There are no dumbos, just schools without memories

Thus
For everyone who doesn't ease up on writing
For everyone who believes in what they do and did
For everyone who listens to sounds more than once
Who knows there's natural juice there
Directly from the root
Chelas, yeah

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