Cypher MND #16 v.2: Duki Lyrics English Translation by Mundialista Crew & Duki
Rappers made heroes, data on the block, level Ghostpell
Rocking the wordplay, I was the brightness among the ochres
Okay, evolution, Roswell case
A thousand nights of insomnia and flow, who shouted, “no chance!”?
Jesus, punk nights, like Sid Vicious
Shows as exercise, I come to rid myself of vices
My beginning filled with crises, I turned it into a profession
From the apocalypse to paradise, Junior Vinicius
Bars and bars with Wanakin
We explode the radar to measure the ki, what’s?
There’s plenty of courage and desire to be here
Change that long face, there’s a plan for you, oh
The promise is fulfilled
The bosses gathered at the table, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Relics, titles of greatness
Family is the bond that gives strength, word
The mind grows and matures (Aha)
And now these raw rhymes heal your wounds, oh
This is my subject without cartoons (Yeah), yeah
The strict pen that paints in the beat’s lagoons
It seems crazy but it’s true (Huh)
I set up and put everything into that plan
With D-U-K-O, trap king (You already know)
A legend like A$AP Yams (Ey, you already know, baby)
The key in the end is to return to the origin (Wuh)
I try with gods to see if they correct me
I try to keep secrets like the sphinxes
But in my lyrics, I always tell what I didn’t tell you
Wherever I step, I buy properties, Monopoly
And you’re more given away than Stiller in My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend
Doing the work when everyone thought it was a hobby
Let’s see what they say when I have five like Kobe
Duko and Mundi (Wuh; ah), in space, Sputnik (Aha)
Burberry armor in burgundy
I trust the hearts of the cards, like Yu-Gi
But not in people, they have six faces like a ruby
When we started, they didn’t even give us two bucks
And today the same plague, same face, same side
From buying tickets to getting into the VIP, teasing
From winning nothing to recording a hit with Mauro
Oh, yeah, and yes, it’s for a reason
Because we learned that rowing is not for soft guys
We take advantage of the tick-tock that others waste TikTokeando
Raised among pasta, wine, missing envido and tango (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, I live in a jam
Not suitable for all those kids, better not mention them (Haha)
I have the goal served, not even Ronaldo can mess with me
Today, there’s a big game that deserves white boots
Yaoh, I chose: discipline or bitches
No trophies, no showcases, lines and capisci
Miyamoto Musashi, life itself in crisis, in the psyche
Just one step from his bike to get into a Mitsubishi, son
Fifteen and under new management, visor and boots
Swing in both games, leading the flight, that’s the realness, oh
Reclaiming the ground, just like lyrical dealers, skills
So that your child aspires to something good, huh
There’s a drug on the audio, lowering the note in the neighborhood
Rising like the dollar with Mauro, Golden Warrior
From before the camera, diplomas or businessmen
From the underground of the square to detonating the stadiums, son