and scratched it into my shoulder Letra

Crawling out from Under

Come back to Go Again

Digging Out from Under

To Kill AgainSplinter Pierced Broken Fingers

Bone Rips Through the Skin

Breaking off at each Knuckle

Scratching at the CoffinYou Organized the Lynching

You Watch the Corpse Swing in the Wind

But What you thought was Over

Was About to BeginSplinter Pierced Broken Fingers

Bone Rips Through the Skin

Breaking off at each Knuckle

Scratching at the CoffinI'm Digging out from Under

I'm Coming after You

In Death I Still Remember

The Live you Put me Through

Crawling Up From Hell

You're Coming Back with Me

Screams of Death and Vengeance

Hate Sets me Free

That old back scratcher has me in its spell,

That old back scratcher like the Chinese sell.

Your plastic fingers up and down my spine,

The same old itchcraft when your touch meets mine.

You tame that tingle when I'm all alone;

For I am single, so, to itch his own.

So down and down you go,

Around and around and around you go;

Scratching my unreachable zone.

I should throw you away,

But I never do;

I must give in to itchy skin.

A skin with such a burning desire;

When I'm scratching low,

The itching gets higher.

Oh, you're the scrubber that placated me,

That chased each place that irritated me;

And then, last night, you broke my heart.

Because I sat down on you,

Two hundred pounds on you,

Then, snap, crack,

Everything just went black

My wonderful old back scratcher fell apart.

Yes, you broke in half,

And now you're too short;

I tried Scotch tape as a last resort.

But with Scotch tape it wasn't the same;

The thrill that was wild is suddenly tame.

But, Old Man Sorrow will not get me down;

I leave tomorrow night for Chinatown.

For I must follow Heaven's plan:

Around and around I'll go,

Through Chinatown I'll go,

Hoping to find another one just like you,

An old Chinese back scratcher made in Japan!

I've been sitting here for hours

Burned an image of you in my mind

Finding comfort in the words you say

But it's not the same

I know you're worth the wait

And I can't explain

What I'm going through inside

But I would turn away the world

Just to have you here with me tonightWe can take our time

Making sure that everything feels right

It won't be easy but I'm not afraid

You're so far away

We made our start from scratch

It's now or never but we can't look back

I need you with me for another day

You're so far away

Yeah far awayI've been sitting here forever

Your voice is resonating in my mind

Countless hours with you on the phone

And now I'm not alone

I know you're worth the wait

But I can't escape

What I'm going through inside

But i would turn away the world

Just to have you here with me tonightWe can take our time

Making sure that everything feels right

It won't be easy but I'm not afraid

You're so far away

We made our start from scratch

It's now or never but we can't look back

I need you with me for another day

You're so far away

Yeah far awayI know there's no time left for second chances

Still we're right despite these circumstances

You've changed me more than you could ever know

So we will just hang on until tomorrow

So take my hand, don't ever let me go

This time it's right We can take our time

Making sure that everything feels right

It won't be easy but I'm not afraid

You're so far away

We made our start from scratch

It's now or never but we can't look back

I need you with me for another day

You're so far away

Yeah far away

Yes, as we continue to get it going on

Artifacts representin from Newark to Illtown

Put your ear to this here

Most definitely it's a sure banger

Keep this one in your collection

Newark to Illtown representin

Who do we have up to bat? (MC El)

Lace that

Verse One: El the Sensai, Tame One

In this field, niggaz get killed, quick with the skills

Intact, ill with raps, buildin facts to fill

gaps react, tap into your internet and patch into

my steez or my style, niggaz down to make the cheese wild

MC's get defused cause I'm the bomb specialist

With the wettest, test this, deadly like asbestos

Check the credit set it, so odd they have to call a medic

My paragraphs be off key, that's why niggaz can't get it

For those of you who don't know, my flow keeps MC's

on freeze like Sub-Z doin MK3 fatality

Do remember like Clue, I run up on booty crews

on every weekend buggin out cause I be geekin

Lounge like the peppermint the Boom Skwad President

leaves a tenament resident finding evidence of sedatives

DAILY, scoopin through the Roots like Alex Haley

Beetle Bailey beatdown to a soundman lookin scary

Label secretary terrorizer yet I'ma

fresh rhymer comma bringer of the drama the bomber

From the Lost Lands, off hand claps I run raps

and shatter nigga cyphers into pieces like gun claps

*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches Redman

Who knows if one day

You're gonna be an honest man?

Who knows if you'll work and fight

To reach the frontline seat?

But right now you don't need to care

Or think about your life goals

You find someone to do the dirty job

While you stretch your legs'Cause you're so much clever

You're so much smarter

Why waste your time on working

If it's so easy to lie?So you say, scratch my back

Scratch my back, scratch my back

Scratch my backWho knows if one day

You'll be a part of the working force?

Who knows if

You'll help to build the world you claim to be yours?'Cause you're so much clever

You're so much smarter

Why waste your time on working

If i's so easy to lie?So you say, scratch my back

Scratch my back, scratch my back

Scratch my backSuch a big world to see, such a short life to live

Why should you spend your time on working now?

Just let them do it while you smile!Who knows if one day

You're gonna an honest man?

Who knows if one day

You'll be a part not right now!Scratch my back, scratch my back boy

Scratch my back, you gotta scratch my backScratch my back

Scratch my back

Scratch my back

Scratch my backWho knows if one day

You're gonna an honest man?

Who knows if one day

You're gonna stay along the way?Scratch my back

{*cool v cuts and scratches his own name*}[biz markie]

I'ma make this brief, like about 30 seconds

My dj, gets all of his respect in

Super crazy blendin, so he can sound groovy

And it can only be the vibe of cutmaster cool v

When he cuts the funky record, it sounds so like def

And it can be smooth, from right to left

But now i'ma shut up and step off from the action

It's cool v give you hits, he do the funky scratchin

Cool v go ahead!{*cool v scratches his own name again and "i do damage!"*}[biz markie]

Yo, i'd like to tell you about my dj

He cuts the records and he's my protege

So check him out without a doubt and you will agree

He goes by the name of cutmaster cool v

Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and

You will agree that he will be pursuin

A career, and like i have no fear

For when he cut the funky records he won't be dissapear

Now you think of rockin and mc's know

He's highly recognized as the dj of disco

He can like mix, and he can like cut an'

Everytime i rock people say - v what in the heck

And they be checkin and, yo wait a second

As he be rockin it, always collectin

The money or dead presidents, whatever you call it

So come on cool v - go for it!{*cool v scratches his own name again and "i do damage!"*}[biz markie]

Here's a biography about my dj

His name is cool v

And when he cut the funky records, he get respected

And he's an aires

So check him out without a doubt as i be gettin down

I rock the funky rhythm of a rhymin sound

I think i like the way that he cuts for me

That's why he's my dj - {*cool v!*}

Girls! wherever you call 'em

He rocks from here all the wa

Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn

For every living day I give myself a hand

Now I'm scroungy as can be

I got all you normals looking at me

I'll scratch a hole in my life

So everyone can see

My mind is a mind that I have come to know

And my eyes can't conceive a world that can not grow

And Fridays are always fresh days

Screamin' at the sun, don't really

Know what he has done

He don't believe in God and a world as one

So he rambles through the weeds

And he will sleep beneath the trees

On the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released

I've seen all your eyes

And I've seen all your faces

Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?

Then look in my eyes

I've been lots of places

Can you tell me honestly that you'd want to be me

Honestly.

A surface scratch is so hard to see

The surface mark You left upon me Don't forget to come back

Tell her to come back I've been waiting to tell You

Might know

All this time I was never surprised

I guess Don't ever look back

Don't ever turn back When I couldn't sleep

She said to me neither could we Wasting time

Tracing lines You can't see, to me Custom designed to a mere perfection

Be the tension that will fill the air

I thought You'd get that

It's typical of me

So

A surface mark is so hard to see

The surface mark You left upon me

Down on my luck once more

Out on a limb

Over the things I thought I knew for sure and you

Yeah, you were fundamentally

Too flawed to give what you receive

And you believed that I was yours to keepThen I tell myself

Hold on, slow down

Girl, is this me going back to scratch again

And oh you'll know it at the dead of night

You're back to scratch, right back to scratchHere in the heavy days

Love on a whim

It's only a thing I'm sure

His daunting gaze will fade

Then I am left

On my lonesome

And, I'm not as young as I'd like

My heart is slipping through my fingers

So the hope of love still lingers

I just pray that he will find me now todayAnd now wait a minute

Hold on, slow down

Girl, is this me going back to scratch again

And oh you'll know it at the dead of night

You're back to scratch, right back to scratchNow he's gone

I guess I'll carry on

There's nothing else that I can do

Suns will rise and set and rains will fall

But when they fall on me

They won't on you

I can't hold on to this love

I'm going back to scratch againAnd here I'm lying in this lonely night

I'm back to scratch again, again, again, again

And I can't hold on to this love

I'm going back to scratch again

And here I'm lying in this lonely night

I'm back to scratch

Right back to scratch

I used to look in the mirror

Back when everything was clear

Nothing real to fear

But now all I taste are tearsI never thought my life would come to this

Recklessness

I never thought I would amount to this

IgnoranceI hear the voices calling me

They own my life they're the ones who taunt meScratching, screaming, feeding my painRunning through the darkness I'm just trying to be free

Be free

Be free

I just wanna be freeSearching for an exit but there's nothing to be seen

Why me

Why me

I just wanna be freeSave me from my hellOne step forward

But a thousand steps back

Standing on the edge

And I think I'm going to crackI feel it boiling in my blood

I use to hold it back

I never thought it would

Take me

Scratching screaming feeding my painRunning through the darkness I'm just trying to be free

Be free

Be free

I just wanna be free

Searching for an exit but there's nothing to be seen

Why me

Why me

I just wanna be freeSave me from my hellOne step forward

But a thousand steps back

Standing on the edge

And I think I'm going to crack

ScratchingSuckas, pack up your shit,

And all your bunk dj equipment.

Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent.

So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.

Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and

Faggots, please i dont think you can tag this.

Cuts deaper than the depth's of atlantis.

But then they ask, 'how low can you go?'

No questions this is my dj's solo.

So freak it, go ahead mike get kinda funky.

Sharp like a guillotine, kick ass like a donkey.

If there is any contenders you can't match,

My dj mike t with his fucking funky scratch.Scratching.One more introduction,

In other words i'll keep bussing.

Lyrics after lyrics, so keep on rushing.

Technique 1200's is what he's using.

Blow after blow mike t is 1-2ing and 3ing,

But don't forget about the e and

Who's got the back up. so punk just slack up.

Dont cross his path cause he'll put you to the test.

Reminds me of the wicked witch from the west.

So for your own safety i think i ought to

Tell you its curtains and then flip the quarter.

So stay in last place, you just can't match

My dj mike t with his fucking funky scratch. geah.ScratchingBack for the mutherfucking '91

My dj mike t's in the fucking house.

Down with the mc eiht, compton's most wanted crew.

Housing the mutherfucking set.

Killing 'em off side by each. audi 5000

Six thousand miles away, the first thing on my mind

I've not been to bed, my thoughts are racing

My heart is lagging behindDesperate times call for double measures

The drinks ae going down alleviating the pressure

Just to see you for a second now, if only I could

Just to breathe the same air, then you know that I wouldA needle in the heart from a silhouette

She could've been you but for the cigaretteWhen back, will you dig your heels in?

Dig your heels into my back?

Scratch your name upon my lips

Take the belt from off your hipsA needle in the heart from a silhouette

She could've been you but for the cigaretteA needle in the heart from a silhouette

She could've been you but for the cigaretteWhen will I see you again? When will I see you again?

When will I see you again? When will I see you again?When will I see you again? When will I see you again?

When will I see you again? When will I see you again?Scratch your name upon my lips

Scratch your name upon my lips

Scratch your name upon my lips

Scratch your name upon my lips

No one loves me 'cause I'm scratched

they hate me, 'cause I'm too scratched

from the window of my flat

I'm still looking for my faceNo one cares for my ass, I'm feeling dead

No one rings, no one thinks, I'm so alone

my scratched face disgusts my girl

No one hears me sing songs from my balconyNo one loves me 'cause I'm scratched

they hate me, 'cause I'm too scratched

from the window of my flat

I'm still looking for my face

Fight and scratch fight and scratch that's all we ever do

There surely must be more to love than to fight and scratch with you

You you to fight and scratch with you

Well you just bought a foal last month now you want a wig

It looks like you couldn't understand my paycheck ain't that big

Well what about the dough you lose in them poker games downtown

I figured you'd mention that smart aleck

Yeah and that brand new boat and that fishin' gear

But no uhhuh I don't reckon that'd count really

Fight and scratch fight and scratch...

Sometimes I swear I think that you're the devil in disguise

Cause when you're mad you oughta see the fire fly from your eyes

Well you don't look so cute yourself when you're mad at me

And if you don't like the way I look then you know how to leave Bossy Catfish

Fight and scratch fight and scratch...

Well I love you and you love me but we're always findin' fault

But the way we fight you wouldn't know that we had any love at all

We just fight like cats and dogs we'll leave then come right back

For what excitement would we have if we didn't fight and scratch

Fight and scratch fight and scratch...

Why don't you drop dead oh you'd like me to and I'll live forever just for spite

Why don't you keep your big mouth shot

Well why don't you just make me if you think you're big enough

Yeah and I could whip you with both hands tied behind

Yeah you just try it with me and I'll knock your brains out

With a stick of soap that's good Catfish

What's a catfish why'd you call me that

They're all mouth and no brains boy that's really good

It's all I can do to keep from laughin' hah

That's funny you sure are a fynny little fellow

[Papillon]

(É a nossa)

É minha e dos meus (é a nossa)

A língua de Deus (é a nossa)

A ginga folclore

Ma ginga tá forte 'tá fixe, valeu (é a nossa)

Nossa com certeza (é a nossa)

Língua Portuguesa (é a nossa)

Zucas e tugas, família 'tá junta

Pitéu está na mesa (é a nossa)Holly Hood, DJ Big, Sir Scratch, Gson, Papillon (é a nossa)

DJ Nyack, Drik Barbosa, KAMAU, Rashid, Rincon (é a nossa)Língua dos campeões, língua dos campeões

É um facto, mais que opiniões

Xeque-mate só com peões

A romper contradições

Filhos de Reis com escravos com tradições

Então não venhas cá com traduções

Rap é compromisso sem contratações

Zucas e tugas conexão real tipo Cristiano e Marcelo, ya

Avengers do flow e eu sou como o Thor a pegar no martelo, ya

Converso com versos e crio todo um universo paralelo, ya

É o galo de Barcelos no memo sítio que o pica-pau amarelo

Yeah, ah[Sir Scratch]

Uh

Como a cor do progresso (uh)

Imponho a ordem no verso

Ficas azul e a ver estrelas, eu trago a bandeira

Boy Guess Who's Back

Eu gringo p'ra quem não percebe

Tu 'tás aquém

O teu swag não nos convence

Brinco no mic, eu só venço

Conquistador como quem veio içar o vermelho e verde

Sou Cabo Verde, Bissau, sou Angola

Santola, Macau, sou pro vér di ver

Origem de bantu

No canto, levanto o pranto do povo em dez

Barras e seis

Barro as ideias, duvidas põe zero boy

Tu ficas crédulo

E eu creio que se eu fosse Nero

Queimava-te a sério, mas como sou Sir[Rashid]

Meu sangue vem da caneta, caneta, caneta

Minhas linhas são trópicos, cruzam o planeta

Minha língua é lusa, não loser

Sou areia demais pra sua ampulheta

Meu rap é marreta, marreta, marreta

Bom como o vinho, o seu é vinheta

Em tempos de views

Tô botando os números pra trabalhar junto com minhas letras

Levo a mensagem tipo estafeta

Direto de terra brasilis, país de quem é correria

Mas a política é o calcanhar de Aquiles

Se vacilar é aquilo filho, filo (quê?)

Das ruas que narra não sou carcereiro

Mas te faço prisioneiro mofando atrás das minhas barras

Jogo de azar igual cassino, sobrevivência garantimo

Crescemo em tempo de violência

Quem dera fosse Tarantino

Do terceiro mundo, paladino

Raiz africana e chão latino

Vira-lata de rua, mordo um din

E os cachorro de portão latindo

Me diz quanto vale seu tempo e não seu outfit

Rashid, fit é ser lit, firme na pista

Enquanto vários (skrr, skrr) derrapam no beat

Portugal e Brasil no mesmo hit

Com pique no páreo

Tipo CR7 e Neymar na mesma equipe ay ay ay

Hmm, que azar do adversário[Kamau]

Eu tô nessa pelo título, cruzando fonteira

Pulando barreira, queimando bandeira

Tô pela nação, não pela fração

Vem com a nossa cota e que seja inteira (intera não)

Brincadeira, não, de bobeira, nem

Capoeira flow, de primeira, vem

Misorou cobrador desse mambu

Missão de Resgate no troco do escambo

Silencioso, sem escândalo

Um quilombo formando no bangalô

Idioma é o universal

A vivência no verso do cantador

Vão querer separar nosso elo

Corrente, já era, aliança é o que formou

Só pra firmar, Zumbi vive na pele que habito

Ó que loco que ornou

Te incomoda saber de onde vim e onde quero chegar

Incomoda saber o que eu mereço e quiseram negar

Fica foda se os nosso pivete crescerem sabendo

Que podem mais do que a gente já pôde no mundo de hoje

Eles tão entendendo, vai veno

Pura elegância, a rima faz punch em curta distância

Bebendo da fonte, é pura essência

Que cura a ausência e dissipa essa ânsia

Então vamo que vamo que é hora

Wakanda no braço, meu povo vibranium

Pra deixar mais escuro o caminho

Com brilho do ouro guardado nos crânios[Holly Hood]

Ay, ya

Muitos são os choros ainda assim tu brindas (oh yah)

Ay, ya

Aos conquistadores do Brasil às Índias (superbad)

Ay, ya

Aqui não há morro, eu já subi colinas (brrra)

Ay, ya

Não dês para vivo com as nossas 5 quinas

Boy, não há saída para quem 'tá na via

E pega o fuzil a não querer papar mais

Pois tens quem sorria para a fotografia

Ao lado de um quilo com os policiais

Não é pela minha escrita, juro pela minha vida

Que eu tentei ser real frente aos comerciais

Se estão pela guita ma G, acredita

Que só no Brasil é que vocês são reais

Eu sempre fui "Show No Love"

Mas eles insistem que o menino é bom rapaz

Tu nunca foste dos que ouve

Mas sim dos que fica azedo por não ser capaz

A tua equipa faz bluff, mas canta todos os hinos do teu capataz

Se é para apanhar do meu bus

Tu nunca vais ver o mofino ficar para trás

Ya, ay

Muitos são os coros ainda assim tu brincas (oh yah)

Ay, ya

Tugas ou brazucas quais são as mais lindas (não sei)

Ay, ya

Sejam donde forem desde que famintas (yeah, yeah)

Ay, ya

É o suficiente para se unirem línguas[Gson]

Godson!

I think everybody gotta practice

Peguei no rap e disse: Fuck this

Só 'tou a fazer o que o block disse

O block disse: Lápis ou Glock

Eu sou grato a esse lápis

O block disse adaptem-se

Eu baptizo o mapa, isso é practice

Everybody gotta practice

Eles estão à espera que a minha fome acabe

Eu meto a língua lusa dentro do meu estômago

Agora até os ateus aqui me gritam: Oh, my God!

Meu nigga eu sou legado, o portfólio 'tá a contar comigo

Eu 'tou a trazer o Holly, o Scra, o Papi e o BIG

Eu 'tou a fazer um, dó, li, tá com a paca antiga

Eu trago tanta qualidade, mata-te, vinga-te

De São Paulo p'ra V-Block

Eu trago um finger

P'ra tocar na ferida

De quem 'tava a duvidar

Sou metade freak, outra metade africano

Quando marco fico

'Cause we gotta practice[Drik Barbosa]

Tô tipo a Lellê: Negas braba

Vim com dream team, salve lab fantasma

Chuva de punchline sente a vibe

Cinco diamante direto do brasa

Eu tô na contramão tipo a Pitty

Não quero ouvir seus palpite, leke

Deixei de influência, cria dos boom bap

Pesada nos beats trap

Desde cedo responsa, cria da Sousa

Honro os Barbosa tipo Zezé Motta

Multitalento, meu rap é alimento de costa a costa

Feminismo das preta, eu disse: Senta e assiste, corre sem limites

Eu sou da selva de pedra, tem guerra nas quebra

Tô para que elas sejam livres

Eu fiz eles engolir

Quando viram eu ter mais conteúdo num verso

Do que eles num disco

Espelho do gueto

MC Isqueiro tem medo de nós desde o inicio

Rap nacional, ampliando os elos

Rap racional, construir castelos

Internacional, dominando as ruas

Hip-Hop é cultura atemporal

Nesses temporal

Venho Tempestade, cês garoa

Vim da Terra da Garoa

Tô tipo a Cardi, no beat do NAVE

Rainha da selva: Leoa

Os machista chora e jamais me cala

São dias de glória e nem fiz escala

Disse que ia voar, pousei na Europa

Tô fazendo história com o bonde Fantasma[Rincon Sapiência]

Avisa que é o zuka, ninguém copia

Me chame de peça rara

É tipo beijo na nuca, arrepia

A música é minha tara

Você pode cortar o açúcar, bulimia

O peso aqui não para

As crises nós elimina, juntando rima

Os falsos rachando a cara

Território é tupiniquim

Na escola a gente não aprende

Ditadura funcionava assim

Negro à solta, o estado prende

Eles querem, então manda vir

Continuo dono mesmo quando vende

Caminhando como Billie Jean

Tô pisando leve, mas a luz acende

Olha os panos que eu trajo

A dama tá se perguntando

Rincon é o nome do gajo?

Em cena é tão insano

Yeah, yeah, gato preto

Yeah, yeah, azarando

Yeah, yeah, zuka, zuka

Bué, bué africano

Traficando como Frank Lucas

Meu produto chapa quando dá o play

Quem o escuta fica tão alto

Se sentido como rainhas e reis

Uma taça de champagne, ei

Ando em grupo como cães, ei

Um órfão na pátria mãe, ei

Meu coração é minha lei

Uau![Papillon]

(É a nossa)

É minha e dos meus (é a nossa)

A língua de Deus (é a nossa)

A ginga folclore

Ma ginga ta forte 'tá fixe, valeu (é a nossa)

Nossa com certeza (é a nossa)

Língua Portuguesa (é a nossa)

Zucas e tugas, família 'tá junta

Pitéu está na mesa (é a nossa)Holly Hood, DJ Big, Sir Scratch, Gson, Papillon (é a nossa)

DJ Nyack, Drik Barbosa, KAMAU, Rashid, Rincon (é a nossa)

[Papillon]

(Esto es nuestro)

Es mío y mío (es nuestro)

El lenguaje de Dios (es nuestro)

La ginga folclórica

Ma ginga es fuerte 'ok, gracias (es nuestro)

Nuestro seguro (es nuestro)

Idioma portugués (es nuestro)

Zucas y tugas, la familia está junta

Pitéu está sobre la mesa (es nuestra)

Holly Hood, DJ Big, Sir Scratch, Gson, Papillon (es nuestro)

DJ Nyack, Drik Barbosa, KAMAU, Rashid, Rincón (es nuestro)

Idioma de los campeones, idioma de los campeones

Es un hecho, más que opiniones

Jaque mate con peones solamente

Rompiendo contradicciones

Hijos de Reyes con esclavos con tradiciones

Así que no vengas aquí con traducciones

Rap es compromiso sin contratar

Zucas y tugas tipo de conexión real Cristiano y Marcelo, ya

Flujo de los Vengadores y yo soy como Thor recogiendo el martillo, ya

Hablo con versos y creo todo un universo paralelo, ya

Es el gallo Barcelos en el lugar memorándum que el pájaro carpintero amarillo

Sí, ah

[Señor Scratch]

Ah, sí

Como el color del progreso (uh)

Impongo la orden en la parte posterior

Usted se vuelve azul y ve las estrellas, yo traigo la bandera

Chico Adivina quién está de vuelta

Me gringo para aquellos que no se dan cuenta

Te falta mucho

Tu botín no nos convence

Juego en el micrófono, acabo de ganar

Conquistador como que vino a izar el rojo y el verde

Soy Cabo Verde, Bissau, Angola

Santola, Macao, estoy a favor de la vista

Origen de Bantú

En la esquina, levanto el luto de la gente en diez

Barras y seis

Arcilla las ideas, dudas pone cero chico

Te vuelves crédulo

Y creo que si yo fuera Nero

Lo quemaría de verdad, pero como soy, señor

[Rashid]

Mi sangre viene de la pluma, la pluma, la pluma

Mis líneas son tropicales, cruzan el planeta

Mi lengua es portuguesa, no perdedora

Soy demasiada arena para tu reloj de arena

Mi rap es un martillo, un martillo, un martillo

Bueno como el vino, la tuya es viñeta

Horarios en vista

Estoy poniendo los números a trabajar con mis letras

Tomo el mensaje como un mensajero

Directo desde terra brasilis, país del que se está ejecutando

Pero la política es el talón de Aquiles

Si usted vacila es ese hijo, phylo (¿qué?)

Desde las calles dices que no soy un carcelero

Pero te hago un prisionero mohoso detrás de mis rejas

El juego es igual al casino, supervivencia garantizada

Crecemos en un tiempo de violencia

Ojalá fuera Tarantino

Desde el tercer mundo, paladín

Raíz africana y piso latino

Perro callejero, pequeñito

Y los perros de la puerta ladrando

Dime cuánto vale tu tiempo, no tu atuendo

Rashid, el ajuste es para ser iluminado, firme en la pista

Mientras que varios (skrr, skrr) patinan en el ritmo

Portugal y Brasil en el mismo éxito

Con lucio en la carrera

Tipo CR7 y Neymar en el mismo equipo ay ay ay ay ay ay

Hmm, qué mala suerte para el oponente

[Kamau]

Estoy en ello por el título, cruzando el titular

Barrera de salto, bandera ardiente

Estoy a favor de la nación, no de la fracción

Viene con nuestra cuota y estar entero (no intera)

Bromeando, no, tonto, o

Capoeira flujo, en primer lugar, viene

Misorou coleccionista de este mambu

Misión de rescate en cambio de trueque

Silencioso, sin escándalo

Un quilombo formando en el bungalow

El lenguaje es el universal

La experiencia en la parte posterior de la cantante

Querrán separar nuestro enlace

Cadena, desaparecido, alianza es lo que formó

Sólo para ser firme, Zombie vive en la piel que habito

Oh, qué loco adornaste

Te molesta saber de dónde vengo y dónde voy a llegar

Me molesta saber lo que merezco y querían negarlo

Es tan malo que nuestro niño crezca sabiendo eso

Que pueden más de lo que nunca pudimos en el mundo de hoy

Ellos lo entienden, se veno

Pura elegancia, rima golpes en corta distancia

Beber de la fuente es pura esencia

Eso cura la ausencia y disipa ese anhelo

Así que vamos a ir que es el momento

Wakanda en el brazo, mi gente vibranium

Para hacer el camino más oscuro

Con brillo de oro escondido en los calaveras

[Holly Hood]

¡Sí, sí!

Muchos son los gritos sin embargo usted brindis (oh yah)

¡Sí, sí!

A los conquistadores de Brasil a las Indias (superbad)

¡Sí, sí!

Aquí no hay colina, he subido colinas (brrra)

¡Sí, sí!

No lo des vivo con nuestras cinco esquinas

Chico, no hay salida para nadie que esté en la carretera

Y toma el rifle no queriendo hacerlo más

Porque tienes una sonrisa para la imagen

Al lado de un kilo con la policía

No es por mi escritura, lo juro por mi vida

Que traté de ser real delante de los comerciales

Si están en la G, créeme

Que sólo en Brasil eres real

Siempre he sido «Show No Love

Pero insisten en que el chico es un buen chico

Nunca fuiste el que escucha

Son los que se ponen amargos porque no son capaces de

Tu equipo se burla, pero canta todos los himnos de tu capataz

Si vas a sacarlo de mi autobús

Nunca verás que el molde se queda atrás

Sí, sí

Muchos son los coros sin embargo tocas (oh yah)

¡Sí, sí!

Tugas o brazucas que son las más bellas (no lo sé)

¡Sí, sí!

Dondequiera que vayas, siempre y cuando tengas hambre (sí, sí)

¡Sí, sí!

Es suficiente para unirse a las lenguas

[Gson]

¡Oye, Godson!

Creo que todo el mundo tiene que practicar

Cogí el rap y dije: «Oh, hombre

Sólo estoy haciendo lo que dijo el bloque

El bloque decía: Lápiz o Glock

Estoy agradecido a este lápiz

El bloque dijo adaptar

Yo bautizo el mapa, eso es práctica

Todo el mundo tiene que practicar

Esperan a que termine mi hambre

Me meto la lengua portuguesa dentro de mi estómago

Ahora incluso los ateos aquí me gritan: ¡Oh, Dios mío!

Mi negro soy un legado, la cartera cuenta conmigo

Voy a traer a Holly, Scream, Papi y BIG

Estoy haciendo un, hacer, leer, tienes el viejo

Traigo tanta calidad, te mato, me vengo

De Sao Paulo a V-Block

Traigo un dedo

Para tocar la herida

¿Quién dudaba?

Soy mitad monstruo, mitad africano

Cuando marqué me quedo

Porque tenemos que practicar

[Drik Barbosa]

Soy como Lellê: Denegar enojado

Vine con el equipo de los sueños, salvar el laboratorio fantasma

La lluvia punchline siente el ambiente

Cinco diamantes directamente del carbón

Estoy en el lado equivocado de Pitty

No quiero oír tus conjeturas, Leke

Dejé ir la influencia, engendro del boom bap

Pesado en la trampa de ritmos

Desde una edad temprana, crea a partir de Sousa

Honro al tipo Barbosa Zezé Motta

Multitalent, mi rap es comida de costa a costa

Feminismo negro, dije sentarse y mirar, correr sin límites

Soy de la jungla de piedras, hay guerra en los accidentes

Estoy para que sean libres

Les hice tragar

Cuando me vieron tener más contenido en un verso

Que ellos en un disco

Espejo Ghetto

MC Lighter ha tenido miedo de nosotros desde el principio

Rap nacional, ampliando los vínculos

Rap racional, construir castillos

Internacional, dominando las calles

Hip-Hop es una cultura atemporal

En estas tormentas

Yo vengo Storm, llovizna

Vine de la tierra de la llovizna

Soy como Cardi, en el ritmo de Nave

Reina de la selva: Leona

El sexista llora y nunca me calló

Son días de gloria y ni siquiera he hecho una escala

Dije que iba a volar. Aterrizé en Europa

Estoy haciendo historia con el Tranvía Fantasma

[Rincon Sapience]

Dile que es el zuka, que nadie copia

Llámame una pieza rara

Es como besarse en la nuca, escalofríos

La música es mi tara

Puedes cortar azúcar, bulimia

El peso aquí no se detiene

Las crisis nos eliminan uniéndose a la rima

Los falsos se rompen la cara

Territorio es Tupiniquin

En la escuela no aprendemos

Así es como funcionaba la dictadura

Negro suelto, el estado se mantiene

Lo quieren, así que tráelo

Todavía lo tengo incluso cuando vende

Caminar como Billie Jean

Estoy pisando con calma, pero la luz está encendida

Mira los trapos que llevo

La señora se pregunta

¿Rincon es el nombre del tipo?

En la escena es una locura

Sí, sí, gato negro

Sí, sí, mala suerte

Sí, sí, zuka, zuka

Oh, muy africano

Tratando como Frank Lucas

Mis placas de producto cuando da el juego

Quien lo escuche se pone tan fuerte

Se siente como reinas y reyes

Una copa de champán, hola

Camino en grupos como perros, hey

Un huérfano en la patria

Mi corazón es mi ley

Oh, vaya

[Papillon]

(Esto es nuestro)

Es mío y mío (es nuestro)

El lenguaje de Dios (es nuestro)

La ginga folclórica

Ma ginga ta forte 'ok, gracias (es nuestro)

Nuestro seguro (es nuestro)

Idioma portugués (es nuestro)

Zucas y tugas, la familia está junta

Pitéu está sobre la mesa (es nuestra)

Holly Hood, DJ Big, Sir Scratch, Gson, Papillon (es nuestro)

DJ Nyack, Drik Barbosa, KAMAU, Rashid, Rincón (es nuestro)

One good turn deserves another

Be my love, I'll be your lover

It's all part of nature's laws

If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch yours.If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back

Like two peas in a pack, let's get rid of our itch together, HmmJoy they say is in the giving

Come on give, make life worth living

Your welfare is my concern

Do a favour for me, I'll do one in returnIf you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back

Like two peas in a pack, let's get rid of our itch together, HmmScratch me now a little lower

What a feeling do it slower

That's it, Hmm you're getting hot

Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spotIf you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back

Like two peas in a pack, let's get rid of our itch together, HmmIf you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back

[El Chojin & Nach]

Mc´s ilustres, mc´s ilustres,

os guste o no os guste.[El Chojin]

Una de llamada de telefono a Sevilla le dio vida,

me temo que Oscar fue la madre de esta criatura,

la primera vez que me enfrente a ella,

fue en una radio pequeñita en la que sonaba un playback,

Nach estaba a mi derecha con capucha blanca,

el tambien se percato de que algo cambiaba,

cambiamos gestitos por gestos,

y ahora me temo que hemos creado un mounstro.Hemos creado un mounstro y vemos el miedo en sus rostros,

la histeria de aquellos que no son como nosotros,

saben que con historias se pueden crear imperios,

la euforia en las calles la fobia en los ministerios.[Nach]

Por esos nos temen fachas adinerados,

pijos amaestrados y demas esclavos, (No nos quieren)

saben que somos heroes para los mas pobres,

que somos hombres libres lideres de gestos nobles,

yo me crie escuchando a Dash Efex ,

comiendo Doritos Tex-Mex,

curioseando a Malcon X,

nada que ver con vuestra Generation Next,

vosotros que vivis en duplex, dormis Flex y llevais Rolex,

aqui espandimos la plaga en la calles (Ves),

germenes llueven en jovenes que no siguen las ordenes que tu les des,

nos reclaman los que aman la libertad,

esa mitad del planeta que quiere oir la verdad,

rap que de boca en boca desemboca por cada ciudad,

rap que provoca ecos de complicidad, (Hip-Hop unidad)

el simbolo sin aspirar a tronos,

un don, un microfono y sale solo,

sin ser un santo ni un vendido, sin ser principe ni mendigo,

tranquilo se lo que me digo,

Nacho sigue vivo y colenado, palabreando, golpeando a este publico dormido,

y aunque mi mar sigue sin calma estoy en forma,

en el dificil camino de seguir las normas,

hoy traigo esa mierda que hara saltar las alarmas,

y las conciencias de esos niños que hacen palmas,

chicos con alma que jamas se callan,

que nuestro rap hallan el arma y despues no fallan,

acabaran de un disparo con la estupidez,

tan solo hagamos rap crudo y liberemonos como Dead Prez,

creamos en nosotros mismo de una vez por todas,

yo represento hip-hop mas alla de modas,

hip-hop poderoso como el Coloso de Rodas,

yo represento cuatro funerales y una boda,

represento un monstruo y no podreis derrotarlo,

hemos nacido con algo y debemos comunicarlo,

y aqui estamos sin mas intencion que darlo,

NS... Chojin, jamas intentes negarlo.Hemos creado un mounstro y vemos el miedo en sus rostros,

la histeria de aquellos que no son como nosotros,

saben que con historias se pueden crear imperios,

la euforia en las calles la fobia en los ministerios. (x2)[El Chojin]

Nadie sabe exactamente como empezo todo,

los mas ancianos hablan relatos encontrados,

la historia cuenta que un dia de los 80,

ocurrio algo insospechado en algun barrio al otro lado,

musica conocio a filosofia,

no debio haber ocurrido nunca, pero ese dia

los hijos descendientes de familias enemigas,

iniciaron un idilio imposible y prohibido,

como moderno Romeo y Julieta,

musica y filosofia vivieron su historia secreta,

no funciono pero de aquella union nacio un monstruo,

que dicen que hoy vive entre nosotros,

le llamaron por muchos nombres,

sufrio millones de persecuciones,

por parte de industria y hombre,

dijeron de el que era peligroso,

pero yo le conozco y se que solo ataca a las ratas,

algunos le llamaron rap, otros hip-hop,

para otro fue aquella voz de su interior,

nunca se pierde porque nunca deja rastro,

Nach Scratch y Chojin, hemos creado un mounstro.Hemos creado un mounstro y vemos el miedo en sus rostros,

la histeria de aquellos que no son como nosotros,saben que con historias se pueden crear imperios,

la euforia en las calles la fobia en los ministerios. (x2)[Nach]

Jamas intentes negarlo, no, no intentes negarlo,

tu, tu que solo sabes escuchar canciones pachangeras y facilonas,

de amorios baratos y esas gilipolleces,

tu que te pasas el dia mandando mensajitos al cronicas marcianas,

y que llamas al 906 para botar por Ainoa,

mientras Telefonica tiene mas pasta que toda Africa junta,

tu que no estudias porque este sistema educativo quiere que seas ignorante,

para manipularte como una jodida marioneta,

y luego vas de mafiosillo y de chiquillo chungo,

sin saber la libertad que te quita esa pastilla,

que te hace sentir formar parte de algo,

de que formas parte, eh?, que carcel formas parte,

nosotros hemos creado un monstruo,

dotado de sabiduria y de inteligencia,

monstruo creador de una ciencia,

capaz de activar conciencias,

es nuestro sacrificio, nuestra lucha,

es que ese monstruo crezca e invada cada vida, cada ciudad,

cada calle, cada mentalidad,

mira, ni actores ni deportistas conocen mis rimas,

pero no pasa nada,

la revolucion jamas sera televisada,

jamas intentes negarlo, jamas!, paz!

ScratchYou

You read my mind

You twist me inside

I'm weak at the knees

Cuz you're such a tease

You make me wanna scratch

Rush the gate and shaking

Then you hold me back

You make me wanna scratch

Vicious interference

Playing hide and catch

You live so exquisetly

I love you

You honed the dream

Sculpted mystery

Dead on the wire

Of vacant desire

You make me wanna scratch

Rush the gate and shaking

Then you hold me back

You make me wanna scratch

Vicious interference

Playing hide and catch

We're two stones rubbing our bones

Gonna make fire

Til the blood hounds fry

I want mine

You make me wanna scratch

Vicious interference

Baby down the hatch

You make me wanna scratch

Twisted inner vision

Baby paint it black

You make me wanna scratch

Vicious interference

Baby burn this thatch

You make me wanna scratch

Never leave me lying on the rail road tracks

You make me wanna scratch

Beaten to submission in this sparring match

You make me wanna scratch

Forget about resistance

Baby call this match

Burn this thatch

Ball this snatch

Itch this scratch

Rewind...

Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...[Erick Sermon]

Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan

Godamn, yo, watch me slam

Taking the bassline, freaking my lines

Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump

Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged

Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it

You know my style, man, yo, check the stats

Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch

Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects

He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set

He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage

Yo, but don't be afraid

Can produce hard tracks like this

But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list

Live in color, a smooth brother

If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn't, word to mother

So George, hit me wit the funk scratch

Then after that black, come back and rewind that

George, hit me wit the funk scratch

Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that[Chorus][Parrish Smith]

I'm def, it's my turn

Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track

I'm all that, down, rippin

All over the place, yea, check em

(Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip

yo get off that bullshucks

Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,

yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)

Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby

Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me

I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see

Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET

For my grill in the Source wit the record force

A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss

The name is Mic Doc, don't forget it hop

The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box

From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route

So make way, time to roll out

Can you wind it and mine, primetime

He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)

Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack

Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack

Shockin P, clockin P, when I'm rockin see

You're not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me

You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me

Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G

No time to battle rap, F that

I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black

I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore

Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw"My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"

"Don't forget I'm... crazy swift"

"How can a brother be so nice" [x2]

"Master on the beatdown"

"Huh forget it I'm constipated"