Emicida - Respect Mine lyrics
[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)