Liricismo do Vândalo

I call myself a vandal, as someone called me
But you can call me whatever you want, doctor
I have no name
I have no identity
And I'm not even sure if I'm a real person

Heee call me whatever you want doctor
Vandal, marginal, 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 sucked a bottle of temptation
To give in to the temptation to stone your mansion
While you just argue, I live this inflation
The next time you open your mouth you'll come out with inflammation
Information: I am no longer a number in the statistics
I hope you realize that when I steal another blink from you (yeah)
Give it up, if stealing is art, I'm an artist (aye)
I see you in the star looking for a clue
Screw the white peace guy, a hungry guy is racist
The only color I tolerate is the red of the string
So don't come to me with that marginalist speech
Marginals exist because someone marginalizes (nothing)
For somershield 16 luxury apartments
For xipamashield 16 piles of garbage (ah)
And you still ask why I talk dirty?
For me to respect you, give me the respect I demand!
Do only party businesspeople do business in Maputo?
On my streets, only my people sell the product
Treason is a crime, here too it is paid for in blood
I take the first shot like they say chipande did
I've tried life in the lands of the rand
I formed gangs, you are not the only gang
They come with political vandalism, we bring tires and gasoline
Matches, stones, sticks, on top of that
It's gonna hurt, you're gonna beg for Vaseline
DJs of this shit, ask Rajoelina
This is the vandal's lyricism
I really do vandalize, I don't waste time with scandals
And I'm gonna burn the streets with DJ Lightning

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

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

Get a grip, or someone will stick one in your ass (aye)
Just last week bro, we lynched another one (why)
This is a suburban neighborhood, the police are the common citizen (ah)
We make our laws, if you don't make any
Mamparas!
Two-faced Mamparas, one
It's the face of crime
Another face of the chambers
I've been watching you for many years (aha)
They talk about diarrhea, they swap their mouth for their anus (seriously)?
And the only way I can be where you are (yebo)
It's if my boxers go into a meeting
Nah, I'll just put on my jeans and hit the road
In Mafalala I sell the plant to the students of Manyanga
From Armando Guebuza and the armed struggle
Sorry, this school has not opened yet
I am the vandal to whom you denied bread and school
I ask for your wallet so my son doesn't beg for money
I once ended up in a cage
I went into the machava as a man, but I didn't come out gay (no)
I swore I would never put my wrist in the ring (fight) again
When things get bitter, I spit with the pistol
No school, no choice
The most ho-ho-ne thing I did was insult that scum
And just because they undermined the social demonstrations service (sms!)
Don't think they killed the ideas
And every time you kill another helium
Feed my anger with more oxygen (yeah)
I don't need wikileaks to burn your empire (yeye)
Nothing better than seeing the devil burn in hell itself
Fela Cuti music style gram
Anti-regime, and I know your old lady liked it
Life sucks, and I don't expect it to change
Of smell, even if the flies change

I'm ready to burn the streets
Before they are in your command
I'm ready to burn the streets
The streets

The biggest difficulty is not answering
What do these people ask?
The difficulty is to understand
What's on the minds of these vandals, idiots, corrupt, dirty, marginalized people?
Vandals again
We will not lower any prices
We will not multiply anything
We won't change anything
We won't, we won't make anything difficult
Our task is to make it difficult
That's not what they wanted
Burn the streets!
You are vandals, vandals
You
They are dumb
So, to better understand
This song will never play
It will never touch
I'm stopping now

I say stop
Unrecord, do not record, do not pass
I command! To eliminate, to make disappear
And if any radio plays
It's going to close, it's going to close, it's going to close!
You are vandals
You are
Vandals
Vandals