Liricismo do Vândalo

I call myself a vandal, as someone called me
But you can call me whatever you want, sir
I don't have a name
I don't have an identity
And I'm not even sure if I'm really human

Hey, call me whatever you want, sir
Vandal, criminal, your speech is already moldy
If your life is a rainbow, mine is colorless
Put yourself in my shoes if you want to feel my pain
I drank a bottle of temptation
To give in to the temptation to stone your mansion
While you only argue, I live this inflation
The next time you open your mouth, you'll leave with an inflammation
Information: I'm not just a number in the statistics
I hope you understand that when I steal another blinker from you
Give up, if stealing is art, I'm an artist
I see you in the star looking for a clue
Screw the white of peace, a hungry guy is racist
The only color I tolerate is the green of money
So don't come to me with that marginalist speech
Marginals exist because someone marginalizes
To Somershield 16 luxury apartments
To Xipamashield 16 heaps of garbage
And you still ask why I speak dirty?
For me to respect you, give me the respect I demand!
Do only party businessmen do business in Maputo?
In my streets, only my people sell the product
Betrayal is a crime, here it's also paid with blood
I fire the first shot as they say Chipande did
I tried life in the lands of the Rand
I formed gangs, you're not the only gang
You come with political vandalism, we bring tires and gasoline
Matches, stones, sticks, on top of that
It's going to hurt, you'll beg for vaseline
DJs of this shit, ask Rajoelina
This is the lyricism of the vandal
I really vandalize, I don't waste time with scandal
And I'm going to burn the streets with DJ Lightning

I'm ready to burn the streets
Even if they're under your command
I'm ready to burn the streets
With DJ Lightning

I'm ready to burn the streets
Even if they're under your command
I'm ready to burn the streets
The streets

Watch out, or someone will stick one in you
Just last week bro, we lynched another one
This is a suburban neighborhood, the police are the common citizens
We make our own laws, if you don't make any
Mamparas!
Two-faced mamparas
One face of crime, the other face of the cameras
I've been watching you for many years
You speak diarrhea, you swap your mouth for your anus
And the only way for me to be where you are
Is if my boxers attend the meeting
Nah, I just put on jeans, hit the road
In Mafalala selling plants to Manyanga students
From Armando Guebuza and the armed struggle
Sorry, that school hasn't been inaugurated yet
I'm the vandal you denied bread and school
I ask for your wallet so my son won't beg
Once I ended up in the cage
I entered Macho in Machava, but didn't come out gay
I swore never to put my wrist in the handcuffs again
When things get bitter, I spit with the gun
No school, no choice
The most ho-ho-nest thing I did was insult this scum
And just because they undermined the social protest service (sms!)
Don't think they killed the ideas
And every time you kill another Helio
You feed my anger with more oxygen
I don't need Wikileaks to burn your empire
Nothing better than seeing the devil burn in his own hell
I love the style of music Fela Kuti
Anti-regime, and I know your old lady likes it
Life sucks, and I don't expect it to change
Smell-wise, even if the crap changes