A Brazilian rapper claims his space, dismissing fakes and surfing the beat until morning.
A Brazilian rapper claims his space, dismissing fakes and surfing the beat until morning.
The lyric treats confidence as a private ritual.
Calling himself a 'talismã' turns swagger into something almost sacred, a personal charm against 'falsos amigos' and gossip.
A Brazilian rapper claims his space, dismissing fakes and surfing the beat until morning.
Eu sou joia rara, me sinto talismã
The lyric treats confidence as a private ritual. Calling himself a 'talismã' turns swagger into something almost sacred, a personal charm against 'falsos amigos' and gossip. It's less about being seen and more about being self-sealed.
The phrase 'Corte na régua estilo talibã', cut with a ruler, Taliban style, isn't about geopolitics. It's a street-level boast about precision and a kind of ruthless discipline in his craft. He's measuring his lines, his image, everything, with an uncompromising edge.
It's a compact declaration of self-worth that doesn't ask for validation. He names himself the rare object and the protective magic in one breath.
The way 'ah, ah' punctuates the dismissal of fake friends, 'Deixo eles na bota', has a casual, almost shrugging finality.
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Todo lacostado não sou mais Tarzan
Corte na régua estilo talibã
Eu sou joia rara, me sinto talismã, ãn
Rimando até de manhã, ãn
Surfando no beat as bitch mim notam
E os falsos amigos? Deixo eles na bota, ah, ah
Eles na bota, ah, ah, ah
Todo lacostado não sou mais Tarzan
Corte na régua estilo talibã
Eu sou joia rara, me sinto talismã, ãn
Rimando até de manhã, ãn
Eu faço dinheiro eles fazem fofoca
E os fã incubado? Eu passo já mim nota, ah, ah
Eu passo, já mim notam, ah ah ah ah
Ah, eu não gosto desse nine, ele brinca muito nas tracks
Aiai, ohu, ohu, ohu
Ah, ele é muito marrento, entendi?
Todo lacostado não sou mais Tarzan
Corte na régua estilo talibã
Eu sou joia rara, me sinto talismã, ãn
Rimando até de manhã, ãn
Surfando no beat as bitch mim notam
E os falsos amigos? Deixo eles na bota, ah, ah
Eles na bota, ah, ah, ah
Todo lacostado não sou mais Tarzan
Corte na régua estilo talibã
Eu sou joia rara, me sinto talismã, ãn
Rimando até de manhã, ãn
Eu faço dinheiro eles fazem fofoca
E os fã incubado? Eu passo já mim nota, ah, ah
Eu passo, já mim notam, ah ah ah ah
A Brazilian rapper claims his space, dismissing fakes and surfing the beat until morning. The lyric treats confidence as a private ritual. Calling himself a 'talismã' turns swagger into something almost sacred, a personal charm against 'falsos amigos' and gossip.
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