[Intro: Max]
Maximi, Maxima, Maximax is here
When in danger, I stay clear like Che Guevara
You think we're not real like a mirage
But please mean Rhyme like boxer Carmina Burana
[Part 1: Wasi]
Wasilicious, preserving the tradition of the family
My ego is as mixed as the forest in Brazil was
I'm building my own thing Go through it until you hear my echo
Be amazed, I'll keep your awe
M.C.'s see us as advocates of a new era
I'm not your teacher, I see the whole thing a little more clearly
Not a smartass who thinks his shit is deep and doesn't stink
Dude, make some records, every second person links you
But I'm young and open-minded minded, know who
I have as friend and enemy, I don't regret a day
On which I honestly looked back and finally rejected everything
Because I truly exposed the farce of our existence
You can read it in my texts, I ask myself
How long does it take to free yourself from namelessness
To reveal yourself and your essence
Where is the answer to the question that was still open?
This circumstance alone takes away the illusion
You long for fame, sensation wants fusion
Courts for the favor of the consumer kid, think of the stupidity
Before you keep it really put it in your mouth
[Hook: both] (x2)
When the curtain falls, look behind the scenes
The bad guys are often good and the good guys are clever
Blinded by the scenario, you don't recognize
The real dramas don't play in the spotlight
[2. Verse: Max]
I love our sound like Latinos Bossa
Live my life under the sign of Bandera Rossa
For the farce and beats that cleanse me like water
Go on stones Streets my tormentors turn pale
Because I really suffer for the window that's on it
I don't know if it's worth what I get from the sale
Don't run after you for that Space in your record box
I know the true value even if I only write poetry in the shadows
Banal rap is public and makes us a banana republic when it comes to art
Only the good lies so close, why wander into the distance?
If we learn and mature before we reach for the stars
Everyone imagines themselves as a gigolo in a jacket going to Monaco
Wishes for fame like Jacko, he hears the gecko seven times
The habit is decoration, the performance only hides
But your quirky behavior needs me to correct it
We are squaring the circle against all convention'
And hostage the spirit of the counter-revolution
Are like Chiapas, sons of Zapata
Feel pata pata like Miriam Makeba
We hit like a meteor - boy
You see red running into the empty like a bull at the matador
When we put words into sentences form pictorial texts that horrify
Because we long for truth
Nick with his head like a Jew at the Wailing Wall
/>We bring the styles that will outlast the millennium
Adieu monsieur, ton jeu est fini
With us you eat granite - bon appetit
[Hook] (x2)

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