O Mundo Dá Voltas

Do you think these crazy Cone guys have a future?
These crazy Cone guys are all Mongolian, man (that's right)
Look at them there, look there
So, when did the CD come out?
Where's the CD, man?
Ahahaha, oh

Remember when they said
This Cone guy is hopeless and all Mongolian
The world goes round
I know, I know, I know, I know
Remember when they laughed
Inequality in childhood
Some are mini-bugs, others only play football
Kite and cerol, under the sun I walked

Until yesterday, country folk were called crazy
But doing our own show nowadays
It's one of the things that gives the most profit
Just because I was broke
And some said this one has no future
You sat on the fence
And today I'm the one who can't stand you
In the dark I write and heal myself
From raw shield to holes
I won't hang up the mic, I swear, until it's safe

Until then I was stupid, I could punch you with a knife
But I had the ability and turned a whisper into a scream
I don't know if it's the law of attraction that turned me into attraction
Or was it the strength of a king that I had to overcome frustration?
Who is responsible for this mismanagement?
I want a castle too
And a four-wheel drive carriage

My biggest distraction is still the free 4 by 4
A very thin feline girl on all fours in the room
My fate fascinates you and I don't even fit into the picture
Like cocaine and heroin, my sound is instantly addictive

They told me to sing funk, that I would have several lovers
Sandy-like little princess, big ass and ignorant
And this Rany Many guy was only going to wear an Armani suit
I was going to have a Land car, I walk so who cares

It's even more irritating than a loudspeaker
So let's follow, because we're already far away
I don't even need a sedative, the sound is exciting
Only shitty CDs on the shelf, Cone Crew sold a lot

I deny the ball when it expands, my crazy sound guarantees me
My tolerant ears are no longer as they once were
For you to be similar, you live in a bang bang movie
I'm tired like a smoker, oh, 1 lung left

Even so with perfume, which people call blunt
I'm an MC and not a drug dealer, our mafia is not a gang
I never made an apology, rhymes against the bourgeoisie
If I stirred up demagogy, they want a cold war

I remember when they said
That these guys from Cone are hopeless and all Mongolian
The world goes round
I know, I know, I know, I know
I remember when they laughed
Inequality in childhood
Some mini-bugs, others only play football
Several idiots in vain I left, left, left

In the world I was raised in, adulterated values
Everything is wrong, nothing is right, principles are manipulated
What matters is the robotic playboy appearance
They don't use intelligence, they torture the imported

They call you poor if you study at a state school
Proven and proven, the world will never change
For every one who wears Nike, 30 wear C&A
Fifteen wear fake clothes and the rest have nothing to wear

Pet-Cola or Guarana? I've already drunk water from the ditch
The tree was my bathroom and the asphalt was my living room
And today you are silent when you watch my tram pass by
To get out of the mud I went to the stage to fight

I defeated, I was defeated and I gained more than I lost
I brought tears to the audience, I move them, I do it free
If I speak and you want to listen today my path shines
I rap for food on my daughter's plate

I remember my walk, just stumbled upon
At each step of the ladder, at each degree of the scale
But I lived, I won, I survived, I saw, poetry
I'm here, I felt, I resisted, your prophecy

My ending was sad, you insist, today it's just Whiskey
Hashish, mix, fetishes, two sandwich mines
How many pussies, notes, kilos, did they see with me at the post office?
How many trades, routes, enemies, saw me strong

But I remember who's who, I never forget a but
They come full of falsehood today, what goes around comes around
And I seek my path, mines that I drill, pure diamond, worth my outburst
Do you remember? I'm the same boy who had no future
He who is not seen is not remembered, so I was seen
My visa invested, to do my sinister show
My mixed record will even play in Christ's ear
I persist, I blink, for the hairs and for the mines