Uma brasa

Let me show the kids how to make some fancy raps
Between clacks and clicks, bass drums, claps, and kicks
Press record because I want to record my tricks
But at the end of the tracks, it's necessary to do the mix
Through samples and skits, breaks and graffiti
Not through VIP invitations and fancy cars in music videos
Pay attention to the idea and not just to the beats
Because I was born to make classics, not to make hits
The thing is crazy, man, like the movie Matrix
But you won't see this movie playing on Netflix
I portray the truth like Black Alien, in Speed Freaks
Heavy like Dexter, the eighth angel of the apocalypse
Sometimes I'm peaceful like monks and hippies
Other times I use the strength of Asterix and Obelix
Bloods and Crips, hip hop is the blitz
Whether you're from the Bronx block or a country from the Brics block

They say the breeze is what brings a spark to the top
Always waiting for the blow, ready to sprout
And there's no firefighter that puts it out
There's no money that pays
It is what it is, and no one will change it

This is not a Fox movie or an Xbox game
It's Brazza on the beat, with Leo on the rap Box
Hip hop without photoshop or xerox
A bit of Sabota takes and puts in Nei Lopes' flow
Without pretending to be a foreigner with a Red Sox shirt
The rhymes intertwine even more than Dread Locks
Created by pens, laptops, they're headshots
Blowing minds like Ted Talks videos
Sent by fax? No, by inbox
Infecting like anthrax, wrapped in envelopes
Trying to escape the atrocities of the cops
The same ones who practiced torture back at the dops
At parties, the ladies with silicone and Botox
People who drug themselves and take a long time to detox
At the end of the night, I see many crazies
Who could have been Malcom X, but end up bad with oxy

They say the breeze is what brings a spark to the top
Always waiting for the blow, ready to sprout
And there's no firefighter that puts it out
There's no money that pays
It is what it is, and no one will change it

They say the breeze is what brings a spark to the top
Always waiting for the blow, ready to sprout
And there's no firefighter that puts it out
There's no money that pays
It is what it is, and no one will change it