Kryptonita

Authentic brothers of evil, just dropping records, not demos
They wear rings on their fingers
Use expensive studios and are signed to labels
And they have giant posters up in the subway, they're poison
A kilo mic, I cry, I got a flow that’s sky-high
Who can beat me? Four flies buzzing over gray velvet
Wings shine, everyone’s quiet, traces of a rare urban legend
Deep red, yellow, Mario Bava
In their heads, the illpack was already forming
Four sick minds, many said they were hanging by a thread
With no future in sight, look at us now
This is the shit that might just blow up
My smudges make a new moon, hands in the air, we pray to stay alert
No one can bridge this Chrysler Imperial
Fictions are more than offerings, my reality can be tragic
Conspiracies and plots everywhere make their mark
I rehearse in the mirror like Travis Bickle in a straitjacket
I channel the hype with just a glimpse of wonder
We are men of wonder.

[sicario>
On the sidewalks, there are parked bikes and burned trash cans
We play marbles with chips when I smoke
I blow a ring of smoke to Uranus and make two Saturns
I sink the worthless beneath
In themselves, bands still don’t know about egocentrism
The hitman remains the odd one out
Only my friends can talk to me louder, more hardcore
They’re few, but I wouldn’t trade them, I make your days long
From top to bottom, I cut through space real slow
Emptying places and worlds scarce in reality
I trust this identity of mine, rap sends me to you
Today I saw your envy, guide your family well
And keep an eye on their lives, a tip: never trust strangers
There could be spies, and you’ll always need police escorts.

[rayka>
Under the moonlight, we seek vaccines and a way out of our binds
To the harsh reality, add it up and sweat, these are dark stories
Rap tales that get graded with high marks and emphasize
Every r, every a, every p, as if it were the last time they saw a sunrise
My rap grows, my rap makes you dream
My rap offends, my rap vomits, my rap is kryptonite
In analog or digital studio, imagination takes flight
My feet touch the ground while I soar between tracks
Notes, caresses, valves, add it up and sweat
The world spins, I’m suicidal in poetry
In real life, I try not to fail
It’s tough, her skin is like glass
Death is tragic, I escape into fantastic stories
I dive into mysteries with malice
My crew in dreams, in black ink
On white papers or papyrus, they guide you.

[capaz>
Learn to rap before anything else, amateur
Have your original record, it’s worth as much as entering a venue twice
And seeing us perform live, learn it fast, demo maker
Plots organized with us, not even in dreams
There was a before and after our first album
We taught some to sing, it was simple
Straight to the market, new album with no single and all
When you look at us, we make you feel special, step into the hall
The vibe of the fatal, we are your hope, hey hoe
Crucial hip hop, it’s official, no subsidiary
Keep dropping absurd references
With your fingers in the air, they’ll give you the runaround.