Skunk Funky

I don’t know where your small thinking will lead
Problems over time mess with your
Thoughts
Slow wheels spin aimlessly, disturbed by being first
All I want is continuity
I yearn for the right moment, I believe, I see, I don’t care
About the state, the country, or the government
I just want to get out, I’ll find my way, I’m fed up
With this crap, the unfairness of the mayors
Skunky funky crazy, Rany Money
CONE CREW always moving forward, life partners and
Caught in the act
Insanity aside, to speak and tell the truth
Who doesn’t know or knows the lies of our
Cities
Rio de Janeiro, crime live in spirit, I
Follow underground progressive rap
Considered crazy, an infallible vice, I’ll help you in
The worst insane moment, critical
Rough kid, smart, behind the infinite concrete, worse than
Smoking a joint against the wind
I sit straight, controversial, right talk, devilish clergy
Telling me what to do, I hope... I don’t want

What I do with my life doesn’t matter when
The smoke rises, I’m in the escort around
Just a crazy dude, ConeCrewDirectoria
Burning to the last hit (2X)

Injustice and neurosis processed in the city
Remnants of evil and dishonesty for
Prosperity
Lack of character, for a long time there have been attacks with
Nuclear weapons, primitive ways to gain
Respect, trust, tolerance balancing
Anger for reluctance that doesn’t reach
The sovereign idea that we explain isn’t for fame
Jah doesn’t like scales, and those who dream higher reach
Rany Money, little by little, time entertains you in the
Endless session of marked ret with McCert
Cone Crew reflects, don’t forget that the proof isn’t
A test, those with two faces get committed
Until the end, fighting without neurosis, the style is cone, it’s for
Those who can, the roof falls and the breeze rises, that’s my
Crew
Rany Money doesn’t hide from Olie, I jump the hydrant
Dread, red eyes, high from the skunk
Rastafari versatility in the maneuver, who’s real
In front of the mirror doesn’t hide and likes
Because the real doesn’t reflect their works, their
Ideologies, thoughts, even if hypocritical
Indifferent to problems, I don’t dwell on the past
Hard, free, I’m a free spirit recorded by chance
Wise, present, past, future is renegade, living at
The mercy of dirty, politicized pigs
I don’t sign contracts with those who treat me like a fool, being
Adjusted by someone unfamiliar
Fast as a madman, he makes his raps and shows
Freedom in his discreet thinking, scratch

The future of the nation is in my hands along with the
Willingness, strength of a citizen
Confessed defendant of the hysterical, abrasive, proferic in search
Of the sudden sharpness in my dialect
Get rid of the evil eye, take the evil eye away, I’m in peace, I’m nobody’s
I’m connected, just a street athlete, skating
High as a kite, for cone crew it’s classic
Like the beatdown from uniformed pigs given by hired
Men in your house and in your office, officialized
Dignified lyrical poet of the streets that influence the girls to
Get naked, harsh and raw reality
So mix your weed with my tobacco, throw it in the
Bong, light it up, the pressure goes way down
I think, therefore I’m crazy, rap is my vice too, I relax my
Mind in the shape of that fine
Vice, vice in my vice, I’m going, Cone Crew Directoria
Rap from the bottom of the pit
Devilish facts of divine phases, Rany Money on the mic and
Papatinho on the beats......

What I do with my life doesn’t matter when
The smoke rises, I’m in the escort around
Just a crazy dude, ConeCrewDirectoria
Burning to the last hit (2X)