Proof - Ten years making songs
Instrumental: Soul Trader
Studios Infante 2022.
LETTER:
Music from early on, I have a plan on my hands
It's the suicide squad, I'm surrounded by villains
For me it is not a problem wey because they are my brothers
The trafik, the aku, the skinny, the Faruz
Carnal today it's been ten years since I've been making songs
In the end this was the biggest of my addictions.
And now after so many fucking rehabilitations
I only get high if the options run out
Don't put me on the list of trendy rappers
Although we all know that I do nail them all
I don't play in the same league, I don't even know if it's the same game
What I dedicate myself to is to set everything on fire
And on this road some things impress you
There are some who forget you and there are others who betray you
There are others who can't keep up with you if you push them
I already know that at the top there is only snow, not people.
We arrived walking through very hostile terrain
Carrying these sacks full of vile memories
Good and bad things have touched us by thousands
Sometimes a via crucis and other times a parade
A decade of rapping and not just from time to time
I got like a hundred songs but I keep getting better
So don't criticize just for playing
That even when I didn't have dinner I kept awake rehearsing
I kept awake rehearsing
Music from early on, I have a plan on my hands
Crazy I make them sweat with what I sell and they are not grams
We entered in the middle of the stretch but then we went ahead
Yes our legs get tired but we don't slow down
A beatnik in this dreamteam brought them acids to the picnic
I already had endless starts bro like I was kingpin
Sometimes I spit blood, sometimes I spit bile
Sometimes I spit rhymes that resemble missiles
They were not listening to me, but I warned of this
I told you I was the best so don't make excuses
They ask me about the heaviest mc's in the texts
And I keep thinking about my team of course
My project kills you, it's the Manhattan project
And if you want to try, try but nobody matches me
My career makes you crazy noise I don't bring balatas
I bring bullets ta! Ta! ta! Some gold others silver
Ah…I'm at my best
If we talk about percentage I am always at two hundred
If you talk about mileage, I better not even tell you
I'm well fucking tour I'm the mc pavement.
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Some rhymes that teach you: you can rap like you dream
But first you have to decide if you are the fish or you are the stork
The neighborhoods are hot and also full of firewood
If those cholos tackle you, it's their sign language
Very crazy since little but still intelligent
With the things I wrote I went around the continent
Look how is the art that can unite people
This antisocial rap is heard internationally
Ah ah welcome to the new stage
I came to teach the favorite of your rapas
Like me there is only one, as if I were the pope
I bring my rap in my heart like a lapel microphone.
When I started rapping things were not like now
I had to decide between food and drugs
Sometimes I chose one, sometimes I chose another
Now I smoke what I want and live what matters to me
I did the only safe thing my carnal, I work hard
Because a billionaire doesn't know the future either
Now tell me who raps like me Are you crazy?
I'm at legend level is the coconut video game
If they tell me they can beat me I don't say anything I stay silent
I already know that if they want to fight it is a sign that they have always admired me
Some threw shit at me and I wasn't even aware
I was doing this song and recording the last album
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After a decade the circle is already very select
Of people with whom I make my songs and my bonds
Some call me Profe even though I don't have a title
But I know that I am the master and the disciple
I have two friends: my character and my instinct
And a few brothers with different DNA
When I don't have a map I look for a brush and I paint it
Or I break the walls to get out of the maze.
I've spent all these years thinking differently
There are some that will kill you if you don't go with the flow
And I continue with mine, in the end it is the same as always
Making gourmet rap for the discerning palate.