A Pior Música do Ano (feat. Djonga)

Songs are psychographed letters
Humans are questions, all the exact ones are answers
Nothing protects your back, much less knives
They never denied you water
They always offered drugs

When I talked about silver
I wanted to talk to an idiot
About the things that Rap pays for
And that Grandma Mafalda buys
Every time you cry
Rap is only for those who can handle it
You just want to have fun
So take your allowance and buy a ball

There's a shovel that comes from the ghetto, come see where I'm living
In the morning, a black aunt walks with a white baby
Where I come from, the aunt came and only she says good morning to me
Here in the building, I'm the only one during the day
At night, there's the doorman

I'm an artist and Bohemia
Makes me wake up at noon
Playing Martinho da Vila
Disritmia
Just an analogy to a letter that is created
And is less important than calligraphy

Sarcasm is my illness and my weapon against tyranny
Call the cops, all this anger is now poetry
Remember what I used to say
Before everything I would become
You used to laugh
This is not for weak men, I wouldn't recommend

Some of us found and some of us lost
And the key to the mystery
Are enigmas in books

Some of us have the keys and some of us are sold
And the key to the mystery
Are metaphors in books

Competition is unfair
I'm Brown, you're Benny
Your Rap is rice and beans
Mine is lasagna with penne
But I've passed the phase of wanting to prove the size of my penis
Pepper in the favela is not Denis, so be less!

Respect the father
The enemy falls
The enemy likes to give rai!
I'm Dalai
Lama
You keep the fame
I want money
But not for pussy
I want money
To go down in history
And I want money!

In Guns n' Roses
I prefer guns to roses
Beautiful, the weak ejaculates and doesn't know how you climax
It's a big hit!
Few movies like Hitchcock

If I'm Zagallo
I'll cut your ear
Like Van Gogh

Be Basquiat
Don't be DiCaprio
Learn to read by reading Bell Hooks
Not by reading the menu!
Traffic drugs
Rob banks
Don't be a thief
I meant Da Vinci
Europeans are the same as Leonardo DiCaprio

Today I found the answer to barbarism
Boys play with Hotwheels
Only girls play with Barbie!
The boy wants to be a thief
Grows up, becomes a cop
Didn't even change professions
Just what they ask you to wear!

And it took me years
To write this here
But it was all in one day
That I wrote this here
And I took years to understand this here
But if Froid rhymes first
You won't hear this here!

They tried to kill me and it wasn't just once
You tried to erase me and I erased you
They wanted to tire me out and I got tired of you
You didn't win one from me, customer, you're a customer!

And my people suffer for the state to fall
In a pool of blood, who flees the lane?
My people bleed for the state to fall
The tsunami is coming, let's die on the beach

Some of us killed
Some of us dead
Dirty cops
Kill my friends
Some of us stoned
Some of us lost
Many of us silent
Those who speak sound like criminals!