Antimatéria
Eu vou chamar o doutor
Caminho perdido, a cidade é um labirinto
A vida é um jogo e eu sigo no instinto
É tipo jogar dominó, é tipo quem é o pior
O domínio de um sábio Sabotage é o caminho
Personalidade de um nego se formou
Doutorado de doutor, quanto ganha um professor?
Tombado na escola, as notas são tudo Redd
O muleque sempre sonha em ser um DJ, um Master Flash
Lembro do muleque da janela da minha casa
Era antimatéria, bom na rima improvisada
Era muito quieto, mas tinha umas namoradas
Gostava de festa, o muleque manda a braba
Lembro do moleque da janela da minha casa
Era antimatéria, bom na rima improvisada
Era muito quieto, mas tinha umas namoradas
Gostava de festa, o muleque manda a braba
Moleque zica, caneta, rima e batida
No fone, Febre 90 nas caixas, um Emicida
No nome, uma TAG pra chamar de sobrenome
Codinome Ronaldinho, na vida se dribla a fome
A arte desse improviso é feita Fut'
A várzea do hip-hop nos campos do Fruit Loops
Um só caminho, moinho que suga tudo, não tem filtro pra saber o que não presta nesse mundo
Respeito é bom, mas o bagulho é mais além Sabotage já dizia
Respeito é pra quem tem pois bem
Quem sabe de onde tudo era mato
Sai um pardo que do quarto fez o mundo virar quadro
Tela preta vira arte só pra quem tem vontade
Vem babando pra glória, sai da realidade
Ela é bruta, não dá fruto, vagabunda, suga tudo se possível
Faça beat e não pare mesmo surdo, irmão
Caminho perdido, a cidade é um labirinto
A vida é um jogo e eu sigo no instinto
É tipo jogar dominó, é tipo quem é o pior
O domínio de um sábio Sabotage é o caminho
Personalidade de um nego se formou
Doutorado de doutor, quanto ganha um professor?
Tombado na escola, as notas são tudo Redd
O muleque sempre sonha em ser um DJ, um Master Flash
Lembro do muleque da janela da minha casa
Era antimatéria, bom na rima improvisada
Era muito quieto, mas tinha umas namoradas
Gostava de festa, o muleque manda a braba
Lembro do moleque da janela da minha casa
Era antimatéria, bom na rima improvisada
Era muito quieto, mas tinha umas namoradas
Gostava de festa, o muleque manda a braba
Por isso filho, você tem que fazer faculdade
Pra não ser mais um trombadinha da cidade
Antimatter
I'll call the doctor
Lost path, the city is a labyrinth
Life is a game and I follow my instincts
It's like playing dominoes, it's like who's the worst
The mastery of a wise Sabotage is the path
A black person's personality was formed
How much does a PhD earn?
Failed at school, the grades are all Redd
The kid always dreams of being a DJ, a Master Flash
I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party
I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party
Cool kid, pen, rhyme and beat
No phone, 90s Fever on the speakers, an Emicida
In the name, a TAG to call a surname
Nickname Ronaldinho, in life you dribble past hunger
The art of this improvisation is made Fut'
The hip-hop floodplain in the fields of Fruit Loops
One single path, a mill that sucks everything in, with no filter to know what's worthless in this world
Respect is good, but there's more to it than as Sabotage said
Respect is for those who deserve it
Who knows, where everything was once wilderness
A brown-skinned man emerged who, from his room, turned the world into a painting
A black canvas becomes art only for those who want it
He's drooling over glory, he's lost touch with reality
She's brutal, doesn't bear fruit, a tramp, sucks everything if possible
Makes a beat and doesn't stop, really deaf, brother
Lost path, the city is a labyrinth
Life is a game and I follow my instincts
It's like playing dominoes, it's like who's the worst
The mastery of a wise Sabotage is the path
A black person's personality was formed
How much does a PhD earn?
Failed at school, the grades are all Redd
The kid always dreams of being a DJ, a Master Flash
I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party
I remember the boy at my window
It was antimatter, good at improvised rhyming
He was very quiet, but he had a few girlfriends
He liked to party, the kid was the life of the party
So son, you have to go to college
So I won't be just another street urchin in the city
Escrita por: Éden Redd / Ricardo Andrade