Timoneiro

The Berlin Wall falls
And the Brazilian radios
Still shy away from playing something like this
Nowadays, maybe if I wasn't in this rhyme game,
I'd be seven feet under
Red roses falling
And my comrades up there
Leaving no footprints or clues
Kilos and kilometers of good beats and rhymes
On 12-inch records
Right under their noses
Right under their eyes

Looking through my future father-in-law's eyes,
I appear as an unwelcome figure
I fit better in a cell as a defendant
Than in a room as a visitor
I insist and refuse 'ists'
I shake and reject 'isms'
So don't insist
Blaspheme, rage
Send me to that place,
For there's nowhere I haven't been
Great-grandson of Allah
Grandson of Mario
Son of Rui
Organism, form, gene that fights bad blood
God, I thank for all I have
Family and friends
Drafts, redesign:
Blacks in the big house,
Feudal lords toiling in the mill

Fuck where I come from
I'm in front of you, pow!
Broke the mirror
Seven years of bad luck, I'll give
A lost to those who think they know it all
There's no turning back (ha-ha)

I want to see how you'll get out of this
When Gustavo Black steps in

MCs run in all directions
While I step heavily, sinister and unhurried
Aladdin smiles at me,
Flying on the magic carpet over Persia
Or Babylon
Funny to see how people disperse
My insomnia
The king versus the vice versa
Good sound, enough talk

Black Alien leading the gang
Let's go!
To Atlantis, without anyone stopping us
Yellow Submarine is now black
Heading to the submerged city
Different, adverse situations
Adversaries, many are coming,
But that's why we're here
Blinked, disappeared!

Women and children first
As long as I'm the helmsman (4x)

It's no use calling it 'flow'
What has always been 'delivery' to me
The ease with words
Intimacy with the most bitter stories
Sensitivity to talk about delicate subjects
My speech is sharper than a needle's point
Well-sharpened scalpels
To tell what's going on in the slums
I'm like a needle in a haystack
To find me, you'll have to search all day
Almost no one has my phone number
My address
There are people trying to find out by any means,
At all costs, paying any price
I don't like too much fanciness,
Nor too much fuss

Any bad thing that happens to me
Takes a while, but after a few days, I forget
I was never good at memorizing multiplication tables in school
Feel the enlightening power of my flow
However you want, in whatever way you prefer,
Or as I would say in my own way:
The power of my delivery
Sharp, like a razor's edge
Shredding your arguments
Which, in gathered fragments,
Well sewn, can still serve as your shroud
To be buried, but very well aligned
Just when you lose the final battle

In our duel, I'll be the executioner
Who will cut off your head
Make you the fiasco of the century
Keep your brain in a jar
Sexes, plexuses, nexuses, cacti
Ghost towns, specters
Think well about what you'll leave for your grandchildren

Women and children first
As long as I'm the helmsman (4x)