Auxílio Emergêncial do Rap

I need to make peace with Kurama
Disconnect from fear so it doesn't turn into karma
Silent like a father's absence on Father's Day
This is still glaring to me like the noise of guns

In a country that elected the devil to play exorcist
Time didn't stop for us, like a taxi driver
Thinking high like a mortgage, Ipanema and the best view
It's seeing beyond the wave's crest of the packer

Surviving in the fridge like the Jabari tribe
Seeing nothing change, like a TV remote without batteries
Tetris style, I connected the best bars
To make the sky bluer, like Stanley William's colors

Silvio Almeida
For the right, not the right, many lying in wait
They want our dead or gang members
Yes, our flag will never be red
And the authors of this phrase painted it in blood

Still writing inspired by Rakim, Big Daddy Kane
I want a house for my mother twice as much as I want a Grammy
Twice as much as I want Ammy, an Oscar, a BET
A Canne, meow MTV looks

They put ours in the dock
Agencies pay fortunes for white people to post Reels
Forget the ghetto, in advertising that I remember
This amnesia only ends when November comes

All the seas of tears I sank into
Taught me to be deeper, and detach from the shallow
I learned to see better like Iruka Sensei
Without distractions with other gardens and more care with my own vase

I saw my dirt road turn into asphalt
The hearts of some people turn into concrete
City of stone, they built walls
In the middle of the bridge that connected empathy and affection

I saw a gun before I knew a verse
A shot body before I learned to read
About 20 no's when handing in the first resume
About your opinion: Fuck it and you!

I'm fed up with this, like Sé in the middle of a pandemic
My Bic informs, rhythm and poetry
Being a star is not enough, I want to be the midday sun
Impossible not to feel the warmth of my energy

These weak rappers remind me of iPod in 2006
In a month they will lose value, of course
We are vinyl in '86, it was cheap
And over time it became rare and expensive

Surgical rhyme, in the middle of an operation
Bringing breath to a scene that is breathless
Who already wore a mask before COVID
Doesn't need to reveal now that you're an asshole!

Hey Stephan Curry, I hit the target from afar
Take care of Fredo, keep the business safe
Brazil in a loop of Odorico Paraguaçu
Without realizing throwing darts at their own target

And it almost seems like I took a drug (lights)
And these changes have excited me
But this time I won't fuck everything up
Living the chance as if it were the last pussy I penetrated

Your words have Slytherin venom
I need a suck-up like a stone in the urine
If you don't believe in God, why listen to my rhymes
If you want to believe in God, then listen to my rhymes

My word is a prayer, my amen calls Boombap
The streets speak to us, we don't need a platform
Yeah, waiting for me to abandon rap
Is like waiting for Ferrugem's show at Afro Punk

Many blame the devil, I escaped hell
Seeing those who pretend to be angels try to burn me
The one above all, you can play eternal
If the world provides the rope, do you climb or hang yourself?

Break the chains, we want Grills
Our accounts with millions, and I don't even talk about Views
You're the pilot of a Porsche Cayenne, not a Renault Clio
Reside in the best place, like a Diu resides

I come from Osasco, land of the hot-dog
Now read D-O-G backwards, and know how I feel and am
No one cuts me off, I fulfill my role
That's why it's just stones in my Rock-paper-scissors

Blessings to the pioneers, any tape give me good writing
Sharp as Xangô's Axe
A line for every limited rapper on the track
You can call this one the Emergency Aid of rap