Guerrilha Verbal

[Speed]
Dead from our own delusions
Look at the lilies of the field
Running along Costão Beach to Pampo
Obsolete motorcycle with a steam engine
Powered by jerks
Attacking always pushing forward
Covering the rear
And protecting from the flanks
Speeding up to the end
Like King Roberto on the road to Santos
Aracy de Almeida, how much is the show? Fifty bucks
I look around and all I see are rats everywhere
The city is full of mice
Long hair, bongos, streets full of bumps
Hot girls with bikinis wedged in their backs
Ruins, lizards, the world falls on me
I hear a loud noise
In the last minute I'm always saved by the gong
You can put the weight on my shoulders
I can handle it, I'm not scared
I rise from the rubble like a Cuban dancing mambo
Reaching depths like in a diving suit
Even in apnea, I command
I eat more women than Wando
But I keep shitting and walking
A man who doesn't eat beans will last until when?
Using, staying up all night
As if I had nothing to do
When I really have nothing in mind
Promoted after 30 years of hard subservient work
He did well, became a bank manager
I already unloaded the gun, the clip is empty
Blank
Go Gustavo Black, go ahead and give your smashing speech to see your bank

[Black Alien]
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-black
Che Guevara of Verbal Guerrilla
Check!
Always present, almost always shining
I interpret chapter two thousand forever ahead
Ignoring the sane, I'm not crazy about the masks and scams of this earthly life
My poison is anti
I don't take long, I use the mic as an antidote to extract rhymes from the mines of my mind
I take for myself the luck of a beginner
My lyrical vendetta, verbal revenge against depressing attitudes
I isolate lunatics in efficiently deadly containers
I pulverize the garbage instead of making it spatial
Let it contaminate on another planet
Mercury, my homeland, watched through an ultra telescope
A place ceasing to exist destroyed by an evil, called the majority, some, not all
Existing in genius verse and prose paths tear through great backlands
And I visualize all this through the guides of Guimarães Rosa
I find the route and transform into it like a child
Eagle
I fly over nurseries and shelters
Cat
I enter through the window and drive strangers out of the nest
Since I was a child, I illuminate the path where I walk
At the maximum speed of light the candle
Some prefer metallic car bodies like Testarosa
While I bake with beautiful female bodies like hers
And I mate in heat with two thousand and two actions and prayers
In equilateral triangles that take possession and make my chapel
Like the World Cup, the bossa is ours
But it's just another jerk who comes at me full of it
Individual belonging to the group of the same
Confuses dead, wounded, and sick
Never, never compare me to them
I'm a sniper but never, never shoot randomly
The undead kill everywhere
They have died in themselves
My commitment, I think and do something about it, so in the future a toast with the children of our children to have something to drink in the third millennium of fun to supply
Not abstainers
Harvesting blondes as a prize
With the gas of an amateur, the experience of a senior
I finish by communicating that I exterminate Hitler's seeds
While the sound shakes the ground at the highest level of the Richter scale
Transmission closed

I feel my roots tied to this world
But my consciousness travels
Through the stars
Waiting
For a new day
A new day
Safe like a ripe fruit
Feeding the soul
Rising, waking up
Ready for life
For a new life
Ready for a new life
Healed from any wound