Acru – NAIPES Lyrics (English Translation)

[Verse 1]
Leaders, lobby, attention, puppets, photos, flash, million
I thought we could talk, but I listened and it’s true, no
Your shadow is heavy today
Could it be that two people are living inside you?
Saying “so” and lying “because”
Are you playing a role or just pretending?
Formidable and forgettable, I don’t trust or talk to anyone
Just by looking at you I see your cards
Uncombinable vibration, no
I read the language framed by pupils that aspire to ruin my vibe
Backstabbing, favors, family
And my body parades in a bath of salt
They love you, invite you, incite you, and hate you, then they return to the first
The rapper’s ouroboros, fear, throne, chrome, chrome, throne, fear
Those razors demand the neck of the poison, now they work as barbers
We are accomplices in the game because you keep the plan quiet and I see it
I become a sniper at the small table aiming from the cable car
And I fire the thank you from my pupils towards these energy vampires
The vibrations that emit signals keep me on the periphery
I smile, I don’t speak and it’s over, yes
I shake your hand in those terms
Numbers, melon, Goat disguise?
Paint the feedback, pretend you don’t
OGs, not Gs, please pay attention
Less talk and record it
Writing 24/7, I was already my own father at 17
I’m grinding on my life
Bregante is great from before the days of hunched visors
I listened to Nipsey in times of crisis and made my applicant CD
I cured family patterns
Deep shit, I changed my life with a pencil

[Chorus]
Without fanfare or glory
I don’t pretend to be part of the victory plan
I stay silent if I’m not going to talk, end of story
I keep my record clean in my memory
And I know who doesn’t

[Verse 2]
A rapper talks to me about family in his lines after faking his wife from behind
He arrives, incites me, invites me, smiles and gives me the speech that we’re a pair
Sure, bro, sure we’re a pair
Sure I’m in on the plan
In order to continue this business Weekend
He asks me to pose in profile for the flash
And I don’t buy it
I have to write enough until lines come out of my lips
Still on the margin in the disguise of time
In front of the blank page I’m fishing
In the feverish prison of weak silence
This foolish pencil goes whistling
Breathing fertile the heavy impact of dying in order to tell you something
In this game of fake idols, walking mannequins and opinion-givers
There are those who speak after those who act
Behind bitterness in the methodical
The cold-blooded one who despite drought appreciates the day being histrionic
Wins through polyphony
Post-dust honor for historical
I have to keep the flame alive in front of two families when I record
Dreaming of lines, staying on track and challenging myself in life in what I do
Extending my palm in a pose of grace so that God may descend through my hand
Seeing the sweet essence of the essential light giving in its sentence this miracle
It doesn’t matter the day, or month, or date, it’s my harvest, I’m recording
Thinking of Mom, praying to Victor
Asking time to bring something
Honor in life, love, family
Last line, I’m already barefoot
There’s no way out, cut this wound
I fight, we did it, I’m crying

[Chorus]
Without glory or shame
I don’t pretend to be part of the victory plan
I’m silent if I’m not going to speak, end of story
I keep my record clean in my memory
And I know who doesn’t