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(JP)

You call yourself the best in Brazil (that’s easy)
Rhyming only in São Paulo and Rio (so cheesy)
When Big Mike ain’t on the trio
You claim underground, but never went back to where you came from (uh)
Your rhymes blew up on the net (uh)
Too bad not a single rapper liked them yet
Saw the struggle of birth in Brazil
A hostile meal
Don’t even know if you’re white or Black, huh
Cruella de Vil

What would you be without features and invites
Or better: Who would you be if it weren’t for Sid’s light?
The problem is, your ego won’t allow
That a white man saved your life back in 2020 now
You blew up after all the monsters stepped aside
Your career feels like the COVID variant ride
And now you're here feeling like a genius, so eccentric
But this time stealing Hashidi's idea—how authentic
You don't deserve those dreadlocks, nigga
Deep down, you know you’re just a poser and a quitter
Admit that half your life is a lie
That you left your family and never said goodbye
Admit your bond with your parents just got worse
Once your career took off, you couldn’t handle the course
Admit that you hate yourself for hating too hard
And for not figuring out how to let down your guard

(You were humiliated—do you get what we feel?)
You won by cheating
(Do you get what we feel?)
Another hyped-up MC
(Do you get what we feel?)
Beat down last year
(Do you get what we feel?)
Friends with the judge, yeah
(Do you get what we feel?)
Underground my ass
(Do you get what we feel?)
Just another privileged, boosted, soon-to-be-forgotten brat
(Do you get what we feel?)

Kant put you right back in your place – seems like someone’s mask got stripped off
And you made sure to highlight and show the whole world
Just how unprepared you really are
You’re just a 21-year-old boy
Acting grown, but deep down you’re just a scared little child
And if God multiplied you by two, we’d just have a coward squared
I don’t get how so many people believed you were a good guy
But I know your true self – I see it in your eyes, just waiting for a slip
And I’ll be right there to knock you down on your next mistake
I’ve seen many like you – my intuition never fails
You’re a flawed human, and my thesis stands firm
You’ll drop a few hits, then forget the battle scene
And when the fame fades, you’ll come crawling back with your tail between your legs
This is just from some hood kids – lines and thoughts I read every day
From people who ain’t happy with my rise, my breakthrough
From people who can’t accept that someone like me gets twenty a week

Thanks to y’all, I built this here
(You won’t bring me down)
Thanks to y’all, I built this here
(You can’t touch me now)
Thanks to y’all, I built this here
(In the name of Jesus)
Thanks to my God, I will not fall down