Pambelé

Let’s see if these folks know the tribe’s shout, they say
Hey, yo' (Hey, yo')

Don’t let me drink or I’ll screw it up
The woman says I’m having a rough time
Pambelé, pambelé
Pambelé, pambelé

Don’t let me drink or I’ll screw it up
The woman says I’m having a rough time
Pambelé, pambelé
Pambelé, pambelé

Danger, long load, I wipe them out in a storm
A Tuesday on the corner freestyling
Those from the scales, that’s my school
Cry until you heal, laugh until it hurts

Always wearing a cap, even for a wedding
The height of being trash and not even good for fertilizer
Medallo is a hill, the closest thing to a skate park
The trick is learning how to fall, dad

I count how much time I have to kill the doubts
Life is tough, wrapped in leaves, it matures
Time to kill or time out
Dead time isn’t buried or mourned

Stone hands tough against fractures
My rap can cash in without losing its edge
The anesthesia is still local, give me two beers
In an international cup

What’s up stalkers and imitators?
You copy so much you even copy my mistakes
Today I commend myself to Saint-Tropez
If someone rubs me the wrong way, I’ll let them know, pray to Pambelé

Nigga, I said, I don’t believe in your God
But I do believe in my mom when she says: God bless you
Showing off vices is for rookies
My old man has been drinking his whole life and always denies (being drunk)

Kid, don’t take everything to heart
God helps those who wake up early, and what about me? (I just stay up late)
In the land of the low
Cats have seven lives, but all dogs go to heaven

You can take this black guy out of the hood
But you can never take the hood out of this black guy
My people never marginalized themselves
They had everything against them for doing the opposite

Don’t let me drink or I’ll screw it up
The woman says I’m having a rough time
Pambelé, pambelé
Pambelé, pambelé

Don’t let me drink or I’ll screw it up
The woman says I’m having a rough time
Pambelé, pambelé
Pambelé, pambelé

I’ve got plenty of street and not enough beach
Like the librarian, I’ll tell you to shut up (Sh)
Grandmas know when it’s going to rain
Birds know when it’s going to clear up
You? Pff, you just have the Internet

Social media full of selfies
Mine’s full of concerts to commit happy crimes
Save the haters, they’re free publicity
In your head, we’re a trending topic

What flavor does knowing give you?
I’ve got a pencil that always shoots
When a duck needs power
Sell the iron to buy the bullets (Ay, ay, ay)

Make a meme, they’re famous
Take away their Internet and it’ll be like a gossip without a window
My lyrics are worth what they weigh
If you don’t know AZ, you pray to anyone

Don’t call me little black guy or buddy (Pambele')
The legend of the first one to hit (Pambele')
They’re playing blind man’s bluff (Pambele')
My mother-in-law said it well: "Don’t mess with the saints"

Don’t let me drink or I’ll screw it up
The woman says I’m having a rough time
Pambelé, pambelé
Pambelé, pambelé

Don’t let me drink or I’ll screw it up
The woman says I’m having a rough time
Pambelé, pambelé
Pambelé, pambelé