I'm the shaka zulu of the scene

Melanin poppin' like a beam

Never let hyenas on my team

T'challa on the track best address me as a king

Seen gang gangs in the screen

When they see me they don't say a thing

Quick to bounce like a trampoline

Cause they don't really want it so, they turn to gelatine

Believe our legacy is royal

They don't wanna bring turmoil

Can't really handle when we boil

Leave a man 6 feet

Covered in soil

Shout out to my akhis on the deen

Turn their back on a life of sin

Got that inner light stay shining with no bling

Moyah on a track, better recognize a king

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Escuta bem quando canto, canto

Em português, o encanto, canto

Das sereias que espanto

O meu fado é tanto

Que já nem pranto, pronto!

Lágrimas secas pra poder ver melhor

Pela rota bancarrota do café

Minha visão vem de algo superior

Pago a vida com fiado, com fé

Felicidade dum refugiado:

Funge? Iates?

Nem fui ao Chiado

Vê-me infiado no estúdio afiado

Único fiasco terem desconfiado

Desafiado por Vasco da Gama que temia o Couto

Devia atravessar um ponto, ponte

Sou craveirinha neste conto

Da barca como belafonte, com 

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