Preguiçoso

Today's rap is disposable like diapers
Because rappers don't rap, they shit with their mouths, changing that is unlikely
As the stakes get higher
Shit from coast to coast, the troop drops coke
Challenges your gang, cuts your route
The kid is old because he pays all the dues
The kid is a gravedigger, digging graves

Not even your white blood cells would defend you if you struggled with
A nigga like Phedilson, popularity versus quality
Modesty aside, rap game got no competition, the game is locked, or
I saw a weak young nigga a while ago saying he has the keys
It's itching, I'm worried, about the legacy
In a few years, what will be on Ginilson's playlist

And his father is a dealer spitting lines of coke
That's because I'm fatter than 30 cows
You have a contract, but you're not the one calling the shots
In the room, your boo turns into Peter Parker

I tattooed rap on my chest and it was written with a knife
They avoid P.A. because the writing kills
Motherfucker attacked with a weak line
You won't know how to defend yourself if that nigga attacks

P.A. doesn't kill the weak, you're right, and
U strong ones, my nigga, and you're not one of them have new names, n
This generation, some are dope, but
You're a nobody, your dream of becoming great in the craft, v
Ejo that turned into a nightmare carrying the weight of
Failure is hard, but if you blame others, it doesn't weigh less

Nigga, I was already strong when I didn't even record songs and wrote texts in
Classes, seemed crazy, didn't know how to organize rhymes in quatrains or
Couplets in my block of letters
But I was already spitting fire, listening to Sam's beats and immediately eating
Rehearsals were constant, didn't do a few
So I went to record with Mac and on the first
Track I spat everything in one take, nigga it was crazy

And today, how many slaughtered erased the sounds
How many murdered became haters
How many failures became pigs
Questioning nominations that I don't take seriously

How many were taught to walk according to
Send the rules of this serious culture
How many shit on what defends hip hop
How many of the ideals are in the cemetery

A guy kills beats at the matabicho
Rappa sick and no longer tchaca bitches
Fuck off
Which of these niggas should die first

At home, the troop confronts the old man
But in the block, she's a crazy pig, she gets hoarse
Wants a bet, wants an answer, talks shit
Shows all the strength, but ends up in an ashtray

Edivaldo called lazy the same nigga he stopped posting
Songs but I didn't get angry, so don't mind, sa
Bes that I'm still grateful and keep the love some og's talk bad about
Mumble rappers, [but] when they see them up close they lick balls many
Others are two-faced, like haters
These are scenes I don't like in Angolan hip hop

And I don't eat rappers anymore, I
Got sick nowadays I shit the ones I ate to take away their sleep
I'm flying in the room
To them I'm a mosquito like the mi new school is disgusting
Rap is fucked up I pressed play and almost vomited but
I stopped the vomit, I was polite because I was next to Melita

That had to be canceled twice I recorded with E and was shat on 2
Times, then I released a song per year 2 times I did some feats where
I acted like shit, swallowed frogs so as not to be like you salo squeezed
So I ignored the ideas, because at home there are 3 heads on the table

And I'm not your puppet, I have a life motherfuckers
But that doesn't matter, do you want P.A. motherfuckers?
Who kills everyone around and gives chills mothefuckers
Who drops fire and burps, and puts in the sink motherfuckers

Nigga let me tell you what you didn't know motherfucker
Hip hop is timeless, not trivial motherfucker
It's not releasing 30 songs with the same writing motherfucker
It's not hoarding knowledge, it's sharing motherfucker

Peace in the middle nego, surprised by the rap made
They hide in rap trap where the beat is the one with a job
I contest weak concepts, with verses I convince blacks
I prosper with slow winds, I just hope I did the right thing

I saw blind people with a lot of fear, I saw egos growing up early
I heard echoes of certain kings that my finger surpasses the pear
I break you with lero lero, I water you and bury you
I want you like a nail in bread with seasoning

Popularity over quality
We probably gotta start a big fight against pussy ass niggas got no
Enemies, got no enemies
But the jealousy smells like shit on this groupie face niggas you are
Not a MC, you're a wannabe gangsta
Living a fake life you're just a gold digger and I gotta be
I know I gotta be better than melyself
Young niggas need a new real spitter

With each new step, the hater tightens his ass
But they know I'm a wizard, fucked up brain
And I say the die is cast, what I say I do
Because I always use a compass in the plans I make

In 2011 I saw reasons to leave the room
Now they call me aggressive, yeah I don't sing fado anymore
I'm difficult like a disorganized rubik's cube
Tell your chic that I'm epic and I have a paid room

Are you surprised because the nigga is back
It's a fresh start, new rules in the game
I'm a young midas nigga, golden phrases
I'm a young vuino nigga, doing it again

Shout out grognation, my nigga harold
I'm bob da rage sense, I'm macscolder
I'm everyone who loves P.A., enjoy and support
I'm Huambo, I'm Luanda and Lisbon