Publicado em 1 de fevereiro de 2018
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Pedro Qualy [ Haikaiss ] - Untitled ( Prod By Tuchê ) | TCE MIC CHECK
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We linked up with brazilian artist, Pedro Qualy of Haikaiss during his visit to Los Angeles, CA. He prepared a brand new song, produced by Tuchê, to perform on our first Portuguese TCE Mic Check.
Fizemos uma sessão com o artista brasileiro Pedro Qualy, do Haikaiss, durante sua visita em Los Angeles, na Califórnia. Ele preparou uma nova música, produzida por Tuché, para apresentar no nosso primeiro TCE Mic Check em português.
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Shot at Shambhala Studios In Los Angeles, CA
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LYRICS [ ENGLISH ]
Nothing is willingly given
Recognition is payed towards hard work
Rap to give me chills
Fame to my cock (caralho pode ser weiner, dick, cock, whatever).
If it's to be audacious I can say: i'm the continuation
It's our generation's turn
RAP is in good hands
I came from SP, ZN , manhole
If the cops show up : it's just the smell.
Proud to represent, função RHK, RZO, WU TANG FORMIGUEIRO .
"The fight from the oldest ones eased the suffering, but if they call for war I'll be in"
More than labels, bonds.
I'll be forever just one more mere disciple.
I memorized each word of all of the chapters
and the one's who are detached won't even understand the title!
Way more than cash, brawl, ego or pussys, aye: R A P - stick to the flow
Lots of days and episodes, accumulation of hate
Crowded in my room, modest
Ain't no room here for podiums
Ain't no room here for pain, space for psychological
I live in some peoples minds and mine yet, an inhospitable place.
Sometimes I see myself so sane, when I miss out on some feelings
Or I might not even have 'em
Must've lost them on my first relationships
Women who want me so much look directly into my eyes
And you'll see that I can quickly convert treasures into bricks.
Although Im reckless
Everyday in life I be trippin'
Each day that goes by seems like a century
I won't fall cause I was never incredulous
Tell me: what comes hidden behind the honor medal for merit?
Comfort, to a point that makes a composer stop being restless, nothing discrete.
Bro, if they only knew
The price that is payed for thinking you're always right, not needing anyone around
But before I get more accommodated
Yesterday I cited benefits
Today is a day to cite only about the side effects.
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