It's my music
Music is a reason
WoYoyoyoyooyo...
My free style, flying over this world
Kill your bad minds, but he's never back down
He's like a bird in a tree,'cause this feeling is so free
He's flying in the sky and he never fall down...
We talk to you about what we see, we don't not into music to sing anything, each freestyle is a fight, everyone has their own technique against the system or the state...
Pass the mic, we come to sing for those who don't 'have only crumbs, listen to our sound it is without rhinestones and our flow is without glitter
Pass the mic that I can analyze in myself the race of the ancestors
Sound to react as much as to party...
So glorify the love of a riff or a phase
Are there enemies in a few eighth notes we erase them
So glorify life so I stay flush
It is in music that I will leave a trace
Oyoyo, everyone here thinks that there will be no place
Everyone should be free and equal
Oyoyo, leave time for all men, even if in our time it gets hot...
My free style, flying over this world
Kill your bad minds , but he's never back down
He's like a bird in a tree,'cause this feeling is so free
He's flying in the sky and he never fall down...
So murderer, lyrics for brothers, burning babylon with feelings no lyer
It's like that, this flow is faya, against the oppressors and addressing the ruda...
I no longer want, nor your censorship or your caresses
I no longer want the underground to constantly wipe away your stress
And that's for sure, music is not just a business
All the sharks, the chatters will only buy your butt
Every second their music floods us with their nostalgic thoughts, on the other hand we build bombs...
Because there is nothing in there that corresponds to us when the true and false are confused we intervene with a bang therefore:
Conscious lyrics for those at the bottom
Always independent for more de faya
We are and will always remain Rasta soldiers
And even without anything we keep the faith
Respect for all the groups who rehearse in the caves
For the men who trace their path and for the brothers who know, that the world is in doubt and that the hour is serious
To the biz or of a tyrant we will never be slaves!
My free style, flying over this world
Kill your bad minds, but he's never back down
He's like a bird in a tree,'cause this feeling is so free
He's flying in the sky and he never fall down...
We talk to you about what we see(...)and remember directed against the state
Because when you listen to all the radio stations
It's mostly business but more vibes
Listen to this version and tell me how it sounds
We're coming into the biz and we're poisoning them.

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