Anéis, Brincos & Terços (part. Sant e Tiago Mac)
Bob do Contra
Rings, Earrings & Rosaries (feat. Sant and Tiago Mac)
[Bob do Contra]
And I don't understand in time
In fact, I'm not understanding anyone in time to lose
Everyone is so cliché and innovative, hate and love
See which one you'll choose
Harvest for a reasonable dish, this is deeper
They walk towards the bottom in large steps, I left ahead of everyone
A gift horse doesn't look at its teeth
They are wearing braces
Bob is against
But against the chains that keep you trapped
These people are as secure as a mall or a bank
Where it seems impossible but they keep robbing, I see
Their minds and their tricks and everything that attracts
Our fear is to be lukewarm and have to challenge our own father
Oh father, show me how to face the ego
(Go) have you looked in the mirror?
Get a room or stay quiet, or make 1/4
She left 1 earring, 2 rings, and 1 rosary
So say you didn't see me
You still know who I am
Say you didn't feel
It's that your rap has no soul
A room, a drink, rings, an earring, a toast, a rosary
A pack, a wine, a jazz, so let's do it your way
[Tiago Mac]
You will meet my worst
My worst
I try to be better
But you don't help
You will meet my worst
My worst
Denser than Belchior
For years I've been on the barrier
And seeing you call fouls
Yesterday they were gone with the wind
And today you are not missed
Tell these fake niggas
That now love is over
Fuck radio and heart
I came to cause terror
But what do you have in your heart?
Calm down, don't mistreat my heart
Music is the art of exposing oneself
And I'm like Adam
It's a mess
Every step in vain is a frustration
And according to heartbeat
There is no melody
There is no vision
Today is not your day
There is no chorus
I made an EP for her and she didn't even care
I will make history
And every victory I dedicate to her
But Cinderella's sandal broke
But it would make a movie (it would make a movie)
One of those classics that never existed
Gangsta loving and Ana Alice Patricia from Beverly Hills
We know it's not in the strength
It's in the way
Throw it on my chest and I'll do it right
The evil of the century is to do evil
And if it goes wrong
You'll say it's a concept
A room, a drink, rings, an earring, a toast, a rosary
A pack, a wine, a jazz, so let's do it your way
[Sant]
Dry, like my heart
I almost ask for a decoration
I came to live and learn
Until the body separates from this sound (echo)
It's that my eyes always go
Towards yours
I am the water that flows after
I lose certain that the destiny
Of a coward is to spend time alone
To remember that it's too late to rekindle us
Divine karma of this ground
Flying in a dream and waking up in the sea, without strength
Loving is fire, I hear, meditate and take a beating from myself
It seems that the world has become shallow
By fleeing to the bottom, it fell by chance
Waiting for the sunset and following aimlessly so that the moon
Opens the flower that I consume the most
In another vase
The vacuum of my mind is my prison, my case (I disappear)
Too weak to be just
What they want me to be in a deadline, obviously it will be a delay
Behind a reason that I don't aim for
And not having what I need in the smile, it's expensive!
Disillusionment of many, not seeing what is rare
I assume, it was not my intention to be clear
Persuasive, I continue sick
And whoever comes to say they understand, lies, never felt what I feel
In the same proportion
That the reverse is coherent
I unite verses that fly for the longevity that is present
Will you run from the eternal?
The sky is cloudy, like your notebook
And it seems to me that only my hell is transparent
The scream of silence demands what it should
And I listened to everything in poetry
I enjoyed every mistake made in nostalgia, regret is all I would call
In a hotel room I play an old blues and think
The most important thing about this is us being together next year
You know, right?
Rings, earrings, chains, and verses
Commitment that keeps us
A memory to those who became an example
Sant
So say you didn't see me
You still know who I am
Say you didn't feel
It's that your rap has no soul
A room, a drink, rings, an earring, a toast, a rosary
A pack, a wine, a jazz, so let's do it your way