When the beat turns
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Easy, easy, the rhymes come
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Good quality, good letter turns
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(What I feel is gold, my niggas are badass)
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Our energy looks like a lie
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Eltin brought the flow, in kind — kush
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Laurin gave me this vision
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«Xará» threw this one in my hand
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(Our life is to make sound)
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After a puff, puff, puff, puff
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Nothing in excess, just to ease the stress
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no rush for anything
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In love, in running
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Always ready to enjoy the sounds life offers me
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Din-don, my goddess has arrived
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Knock knock, she wants in
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Smack-smack, in a good way
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Tick-tock, tick-tock
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Me and her on the couch is pow, pah pah pah
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No climinha Djavan, it's pow, pah pah pah
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Tic-tac, pow, pah pah pah
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Puff, puff, pass
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A tip for the boy who so early in the show
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It's less blah-blah, nhé-nhé and more wow
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More flow, whatever — my niggas are dope
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Our life is to make sound and for love, we go further
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Plin, plin, who will it be this time?
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Din din goes making chuá
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Tim-tim in this toast with the Kings
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Eplow plow when the beat turns
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hey hey
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Stress and problems, I don't even want to know
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hey hey
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When the sound hits, I don't feel anything anymore
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hey hey
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Dude music, don't even try to understand
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hey hey
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If the sound is good, I don't want anything else
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For the love of sound I went to my limit
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And for lack of money
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I made my own beats
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When I do it, it's music
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Today everything is a fucking hit
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(Today Nego says everything is hit)
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Take my sleep, it's on my face
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Heart for and soon shoots
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Point blank, rare beat
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Kick dismounts, clap disarms
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Check it out, the talk is from the future
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The sound is eternal and I swear to you
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Because here our art doesn't die, so
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I exchange verses at night, transform traumas into inspiration
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Without her, life here would be a mistake
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Silence, no kiss on the mouth or bass drum on the chest
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Huh? |
IT'S! |
Hold the collective, the sound is always a good reason for a dance to be on your feet
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De blunt, the bounce hits
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The tram stops, no one fogs up
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As bad passes, love dries up
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Inspires the serious, writes and records
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Turn up the volume, if it's good, you can do it
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hey hey
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Stress and problems, I don't even want to know
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hey hey
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When the sound hits, I don't feel anything anymore
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hey hey
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Dude music, don't even try to understand
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hey hey
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If the sound is good, I don't want anything else
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The sound is cool, mate
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It's what they say
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But they can't imagine
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(How many nights I've come I can't even count)
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And when beat, plate
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The senses stop
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And I turn to music
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And sounds that make you breathe
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When the beat turns
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hey hey
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Stress and problems, I don't even want to know
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hey hey
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When the sound hits, I don't feel anything anymore
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hey hey
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Dude music, don't even try to understand
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hey hey
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If the sound is good, I don't want anything else |