Inácio da Catingueira

They will do everything to make you react
If you respond to a swear word with another swear word, they will only hear yours
Dare to respond to a punch with another
They will say: Look, the little black guy lost his mind, I said he wasn't cut out for this
The enemy and his lackeys come at you, play dirty
And you can't just react with the same baseness
We win by showing on the field, running, marking
Our people need goals, turning the game around, not controversy
And we achieve victory by doing this on the field, not arguing off it
We win if the world is convinced of two things
That you are a good gentleman and a great player
Bad luck, go there!

Laboratório Fantasma 2018

I attract cameras, takes, like tragedies
Ephemeral fame was fake and these comedians
Focused on a standard, like the DEIC, envious
Of those who come without a boss, without a godfather, without an average
I came classy, black tie, check, uncle
Fertilizer and the rap comes out with finesse like Black Rio
In the deadlock, the track goes, the kid saw
Everything a black does causes stress - competes coldly
From epidemic rhyme to academic thesis
Name of the decade, every step, a controversy
From slave heads to anemic militancy
My journey is real, yours is scenic
Cynical, comic, wanting a stir
Needs the fucked up black with a shackle around the neck
Because the ghetto is only real if it's gnawing bone
Where are the guys who should be at the bottom of the pit?
And I have high rank, thick mustache
The favela in my heart and the condo in my pocket
Excellence on the agenda, far from the pit (got it?)
The naive minds can't digest the pit
But fuck it, I went down to the track
With a Nike for every shit that Lobão says
And they say I'm a communist
You don't need a stage, you need an analyst
I came from the Rinha and without talc, cradle of terrorists
Sending a message, I'm about to topple
I've knocked down so many that I almost became Emicida Conká!
If they set up a blockade, we draw to dismantle
Why didn't I respond to the idiots? I say now, well, okay
In a country where politicians say what they say
This fucking diss to me is like Bee Gees
Cute, wanting confetti
In the end, it's the same shit
Just the system playing puppet

Things are not easy
Us against us is nothing more than advancing the work of the geese
Who raise a red alert if the ghetto makes progress
$15,000 suits? Seriously, uncle? I'm already fed up
Debates on Facebook? I don't care
With a mixtape, I made my first revolution
In the heads like lace, pay attention
Only at Fashion Week, we hired a black woman for every long post
Truth alone repels
Skill, my drama turns into sound, get it? Like Adele
You come with Veja style, MBL idea
If your crew values that, fuck them and they
I play it cool, life straightens out
Camouflaged in the night like a puma
Passing on the vision, graúna
Who says I sold my soul
Descends from those who said I didn't even have one
Call me arrogant
Because the victory of a similar person over a worm
Is a humiliating bargain
Want to give my head to your lord to put on the shelf?
Forget it!
You will die as a supporting character
Because here it's Ready to Rumble, man
Gentle, but with a cannon in the sleeve, like Bumblebee
Living comfortably and bread
Thinking: Which overseer will hunt for likes with my name tomorrow?