Текст и перевод песни DJ Caique feat. Choice - Alpinista do Século XXI

Alpinista do Século XXI

Realizei meus sonhos cedo
Sem dar tempo do tempo me atrasar
Sem amor, raiva, medo ou mediocridade
O segredo tá no talento de não demonstrar
E deixar acreditarem na sua inferioridade
Ou você tem brilho próprio e é uma estrela
Ou não brilha, não existe astro pela metade
A maneira com a qual você observa o ópio
É o que antes de usá-lo te tira da realidade, aham
Mil tretas, todas resolvidas
Sem precisar guardar vidas dentro das minhas gavetas
Pedidos de redenção, tantas almas perdidas
Vagando pelas batidas, cuspidas pelas canetas
Mil vidas vagam no planeta
Levando grana em maletas que devem ser investidas
Ou dadas pra quem merece, eu sou Godryc Gryffindor
Minha caneta só absorve o que a fortalece
O que é brega, bobagem
Bobos agem com a razão
O coração prefere agir as cegas
Mas muito interfere na visão
Começando na emoção que o sentimento carrega
É a leveza dos passos sequenciais
Faço sequências de strikes torrenciais
Faço nos mics tipo Hendrix fez na guitarra
Ou seja, depois que eu morrer não nascerão iguais
Tipo imã de playlist, baby
Eles com típicas rimas alpiste, fakes
Alpinista do século XXI
O Everest me parece um montinho de areia, King!

Bestificada com as luzes de natal
Sem nem imaginar o que vinha depois
Ela me disse: "As vozes não são o mal"
Mas eu assassinei as vozes com a Winchester 22
Bestificada com as luzes de natal
Sem nem imaginar o que vinha depois
Ela me disse: "As vozes não são o mal"
Mas eu assassinei as vozes com a Winchester 22

Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, dollar dollar bill, y'all
Come with me!
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La la-da-la la la la la
I love it when you call me big poppa
Put your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me big poppa
Put your hands in the air if you's a good player
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky
Thug Mansion

Climber of the XXI Century

I realized my dreams early
Without giving time time delay me
No love, anger, fear or mediocrity
The secret is in the talent of not showing
And let them believe in their inferiority
Or you have your own shine and you are a star
Or it does not shine, there is no star in half
The way you look at opium
It is what before using it takes you out of reality, aham
A thousand bullshit, all solved
No need to keep lives inside my drawers
Requests for redemption, so many lost souls
Wandering through the beats, spat out by the Pens
A thousand lives roam the planet
Taking money in briefcases that must be invested
Or given to those who deserve it, I am Godryc Gryffindor
My pen only absorbs what strengthens it
What is corny, nonsense
Fools act with reason
The heart prefers to act blindly
But too much interferes with vision
Starting in the emotion that feeling carries
It is the lightness of sequential steps
I do torrential strike sequences
Do on the mics like Hendrix did on the guitar
That is, after I die they will not be born equal
Playlist magnet type, baby
Them with typical birdseed rhymes, fakes
Climber of the XXI century
Everest looks like a mound of sand to me, King!

Bestified with Christmas lights
Without even imagining what came next
She told me, "voices are not evil."
But I murdered the voices with Winchester 22
Bestified with Christmas lights
Without even imagining what came next
She told me, "voices are not evil."
But I murdered the voices with Winchester 22

Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, dollar dollar bill, y'all
Come with me!
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La la-da-la la la la la
I love it when you call me big poppa
Put your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me big poppa
Put your hands in the air if you's a good player
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky
Thug Mansion