Duas Balas

Euclides Fedilson Fernandes Ananás
Specialist in proving the opposite to those who say I'm not capable
Someone tell the angel who told me to spread what the soul brings
That opinions are no longer barriers, I'm no longer in Alcatraz
I'm free, out of the box they wanted me to inhabit
The executor of others' ideas, very cliché in ideals
I'm 10 years ahead of them
And look, I'm walking backwards (Moonwalk)
The game is light, they sing juice and I'm coming with more gas (Coke)
Two bullets in the chest were seeds
That grew flowers in this heart
I'm not talking about ballistics or floriculture
It's alchemy, poetry of overcoming
But no, some criticize me for not abandoning my brothers
Niggas with the courage to do different from the current
Today I ask: How many are there?

In times of pandemic, they want the art way dead
Gotta keep it (a) live, no playback
What was theirs I burned, I just want what's mine
I already look like Mel in Payback
They all surrender, but I'm not well
Always coming and going with J-Caps
I built the buzz playing around on vacation
Motherfuckers were giving to Candace
Kooltivating with KK, defending my own race, rhymes are anti-KKK
You have the media close, the label's blood
But to rhyme like me, man, you wish
Me in a feat with those guys, it's like an air crash
Niggas scream: Mayday, mayday
Balls to face the upset PA?
Please show me who has
I launch and cause pain, it's brain damage
Ten monsters in my pen, I'm Ben 10 ya
They know who the master sensei is, ya
And now crazy kids yelling: PA, damn
MJ enthusiast, Ye, Jay and Em
Do you understand what I say after the replay, wait
I said: MJ, Ye, Jay and Em
And you only understand blah blah blah blah blah
And some claim it's just fast flow, no content
When they understand the text they'll study, they feel like kids
I've been spitting verses since I was 18 that require study
But you can't teach anything to those who think they know everything
Being an adult is not for kids, man, life is tough
I lost treasures and the sequel of what I felt doesn't heal
I never said enough how much I loved them
April 27th, May 18th, torture
Two bullets in the chest were seeds
That grew flowers in this heart
Everything changed for me on the days I lost Teresa and João
Two bullets in the chest were seeds
That grew flowers in this heart
Today I love more, but fight daily against the darkness

Worst of all was seeing my mother in that state
Sick and broken, my God, it was complicated
Whole family disoriented and me all scared
Pretending to be the toughest to not worsen the situation
Last year was fucked up, man, we went through a tough time
I actually lost three grandfathers
Next, Grandpa Mingo got uncomfortable
After the brother and sister-in-law buried, few days hospitalized
He left and I didn't even call Sizo to give condolences
I had a broken heart, but pretended to stay focused
And balanced amidst chaos, secretly depressed
Finished, discouraged, fake smiles
People demanded solo releases
Because I only released with Ascensão
But I could barely finish verses, chest and mind in blackout
Nothing excited me, not the beats, not the rhymes
Not the days in the studio with my niggas
Not the feats, not the tips on grabbing time and looking up
Making moves and advancing with proposals
On days when I felt like shit?
But if someone asks: What's coming?
From now on the answer begins

Answer to questions from elders who wait
For me to beg at the door
Answer to those motherfuckers
Who pretend to help, but it's just talk
I know I only depend on myself and what seems free is exchange
But God willing I will work until it seems like cheating

I gotta blow up in homage
To all those who believe in the nigga
You gotta know that, I feel committed to honor this fate
They gon say: No cap, upside down
Sky at my feet, boy I fall upwards
I'm upset with myself for leaving you
Treat me like a minimal thing
Fee pays for the drip, it's not the Jeep yet
But boy, I bought this big name with music
This is to motivate the kids in my city
The mission is always to show that this can be Gucci here
Thank you Caps, you're unique, bibis seem like tunics
My guys are hot, my back is of hooligans
If you mess with the fam, I swear I pull the gun
If you don't have royal blood, you're not worth it, I'm puritan
And yes I'm enlightened, God put light on me
Blessed, mom praying for me
Holla to Ed-son who took Phed-son
Freezy, Sentinela and S-Bruno to kill hunger
I'm talking about hunger for justice because it's unacceptable
The respect of talented guys depends on numbers
And the numbers depend on paka, that shit is fucked up
There are exceptions to the rule yeah, but that shit is stupid
I want a new cubic with the cash of metaphors
Before my goals were to be heard by my friends
Today I'm an idol of niggas in Angola and the diaspora
We've come a long way, boy, this isn't new
Yesterday I wanted the kings to give me props
Today I want the lines to pay me a Porsche
Cross your fingers while a guy makes history