Antimatéria

I'll call the doctor

Lost path, the city is a labyrinth
Life is a game and I follow my instincts
It's like playing dominoes, it's like who's the worst
The mastery of a wise Sabotage is the path

A black person's personality was formed
How much does a PhD earn?
Failed at school, the grades are all Redd
The kid always dreams of being a DJ, a Master Flash

I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party

I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party

Cool kid, pen, rhyme and beat
No phone, 90s Fever on the speakers, an Emicida
In the name, a TAG to call a surname
Nickname Ronaldinho, in life you dribble past hunger

The art of this improvisation is made Fut'
The hip-hop floodplain in the fields of Fruit Loops
One single path, a mill that sucks everything in, with no filter to know what's worthless in this world

Respect is good, but there's more to it than as Sabotage said
Respect is for those who deserve it
Who knows, where everything was once wilderness
A brown-skinned man emerged who, from his room, turned the world into a painting

A black canvas becomes art only for those who want it
He's drooling over glory, he's lost touch with reality
She's brutal, doesn't bear fruit, a tramp, sucks everything if possible
Makes a beat and doesn't stop, really deaf, brother

Lost path, the city is a labyrinth
Life is a game and I follow my instincts
It's like playing dominoes, it's like who's the worst
The mastery of a wise Sabotage is the path

A black person's personality was formed
How much does a PhD earn?
Failed at school, the grades are all Redd
The kid always dreams of being a DJ, a Master Flash

I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party

I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party

So son, you have to go to college
So I won't be just another street urchin in the city