Desgraça do Ano

[Baco]
Black clouds, water to wash away the fear
Having more enemies than age makes you a man early
I was born in war, I feel so calm
We are Dimas, thieves, writers of psalms
Who thinks I'm atheist, doesn't know me
For my mother and for rap
For my mother and for rap
I am a gift from God
Reincarnation of punk
Soldier, shout, live
This is not rap, this is a cheer
No funk is more forbidden than my life
I make engaging sound, for the involved kids
My life is a Loving Faction
No one imagines, a black Northeasterner
Making classics like Sabota
Playing the violin
Look how beautiful
Sabota playing the violin
Never follow me, just keep going
The rain is the gods
Spitting with disgust at us
Rap, I used to love you
Today I love myself
We are not the revelation
We are the disgrace of the year

Disgraced, disgrace of the year
Disgraced, disgrace of the year
Disgraced, disgrace of the year
Disgraced, disgrace of the year
Disgraced, disgrace of the year

[Bril]
The charm of the flesh is weak
I want to see if you understand the proposal
We came from the middle of nowhere
We appeared causing discord
Every day I looked at the knife, only it gave me an answer
Only it gave me an answer, only it gave me an answer
Everything I was looking for, I found in the best way
Everything handed to me: fame, whores, and drugs
You there pretending to be crazy
And me here meeting my quotas
And for those who think it's not enough
Problems, we have plenty
Traitors, we have plenty
Trouble, we have plenty
Disposition, we have plenty
We have everything in abundance
We have plenty of women
We have plenty of money
We have plenty of drugs
We have respect, and attitude
And you, there with the leftovers
With the leftovers

[BK]
Ekelele flow, Ekelele flow, there
These scars don't allow me to forget where I came from
These late nights always reminding me that I have kidneys
Since they only want to fry, we heat up the grill
We are gods who incarnated to learn to make mistakes and we like it
Kill an enemy, pray for them to be saved
I am Solomon, demons have respected me
Man, you insist on repeated mistakes
Don't complain about your kidnapped brothers
Saying BK is bad for not being able to decipher
It's like saying gold is ugly because you can't buy it
Today we are indigos, once beggars
The girls getting wetter than the Indian Ocean
And they say I just need a hit
These streets know me, man, I'm a hit
Like chewing glass, I'm spitting blood
I'm coming in a gang
I'm laughing drunk
I'm alive, mom
I'm rich, mom
I saw the future, I swear
I'm not the son of the end of the world
But this shit pulls me
These girls these guns
And me with the glock at the back of a snitch
Bullet there, bullet there

Disgraced, disgrace of the year
Disgraced, disgrace of the year