Arroz Pegao (part. Rapsusklei)

I'm the voice of the street, fighting with pain and faith
Knowing love and catastrophe
A thousand scars, but I'm still standing, bleeding on the M-I-C
I'm just singing about what’s already gone

Yeah, moving stealthily
Juggling on the edge
Heart calm between her ivory legs, and has asked for asylum
That's why I strut, a bandit, but with style

Here I am, the sky beneath my feet
Since we were kids, getting into trouble, growing up backwards
The world is cold, that's why I trust in love and not in
Interest
Not knowing what will come next

Yes, I sharpen my melancholy
Between siren songs and police sirens
Chasing utopia between smoke and poetry
I still have many tears of joy left to cry

Do you see me changed? Why do you say that?
If everything in this life is just shades
With sticks, with stones, with scars
But we achieved what I told you
We put in the effort and it gets complicated
I always save myself by the bell
If they come asking, I was already gone

I drew you in glass with fog
Then I lost you, kept you with a twist
For you, stuck rice, now I remember you carefully

We're tough as a shovel
Untie that knot that’s got you stuck
We throw the house out the window
Winning and losing like it’s nothing

Oh, Klei, Klei

Okay, I dropped 16, digging in the crates
No five panels, no North Face, The Ghostface
I throw, Sapphire on papyrus, vampire
I throw them, the last beetle

I procrastinate, Palestinian paw
Left the blood for the end, Tarantino
Al Pacino, Salvatore Gambino
I'm a crafty dude
Bambino bread, wine, Bedouin like a Sephardic
In the name of the Latino, the gypsy dude or Maghreb
I didn’t attack anyone, since ballad is more like baladí
I gave it to her, come si, come ça, my friend, c'est la vie

Love and death, lights of the city of Paris
This is my little philosopher of the street and the rhyme
Kilo bars that I sharpen like a scalpel
That's why I stay radioactive, Marie Curie