[Intro: Blitz]
Yo, brothers respect mine
(3X)
[Verse 1: Blitz]
They say the life is 'bout the journey not the destination
This what I bring is the elevation
The mind of a mad rapper
Lines on a paragraph tied to a polygraph
What I spit is the truth
Some of us think is fake it until make it
Scratching lottery tickets with hope the one who will take
Make it beyond the stars
But is so call first real problems on your neck
Bad credits, diabetes, student loan on deck
Is hard to be a dreamer when you wake with cold sweat
Prouder like the cleaner
For a world is get it meaner
No differences between you and the kids in Uganda
Mali, Rwanda, Kenya, Ghana
We all got dreams, charities we don't need then
Donate a pair of shoes but can't donate freedom
A j**el for the kids that living outside of rules
If you can change your mind in time, the truth: you will never lose
[Hook: Y'akoto, Blitz]
(respect mine)
Can you see that
This is not alright
This is not over
[?]
(Yo, brothers respect mine)
[?] outside
We don't lie (we never lie)
[?]
[?]
[Verse 2: 20syl]
Faut pas que tu taffes dans la comm d'un état sans drapeau
Une grosse pomme sans arôme, un poids dans la paume
Tu as le diable dans la peau, le blase dans la coke
Tu écrases ton mégot et embra**e ton égo
Comment ne pas commenter l'ironie de nos vies en dents de scie ?
L'espoir est rare comme l'envie en temps de crise
L'ambiance triste, l'enfance brève
Les existences se brisent quand les gens se pressent
On transgresse poliment, on proteste sagement
On est au courant vaguement, mais on profite gra**ement
On est tous des marchands du temple, clients du temps
Tous des descendants du sample
Des enfants qui font plus ou moins semblants d'être grands
Se mentant en se vantant d'être prompts, bêtement
Ça en jette, non ? (Ça en jette, non ?)
Un changement maintenant, mais maintenant c'est quand ?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Emicida]
Mi sangue es latino, Whatup tio? Foca ali em frente
Cores do mar e (ham) salve pra toda gente
De baile a vale ca-ca-caliente
Soy la resistencia por onde me voy
Música como arma bem terrotista
Gravo na alma do povo: não desista
MC rapeiro rueiro, liricista
Viu *Rrrr, rrr, rrr* Brasil
Subo nas mobilete, sumo, luto com a voz
Black, brilho mais do que ouro que roubaram de nóiz
Irmãos pela cor e pelo amor
Feroz Jow, ginga no flow, mandinga veloz
Roots santeria, macumba de periferia
Coisa de preto resistir pelo gueto
South Bronx thank you, Cachoeira I love you
Senegal merci bocu, Blitz ham... (Yo!) peace
[Refrão]
(they celebrate to my jams in foreign lands)