Gangorra

Ay, three kids through the streets of the north
Our life is a seesaw
Oh, for sure I only have death
Until the day I don't die

And what a good world to end (no, no, no)
And what a good world to end (yeah, yeah)
And what a good world to end (oh-oh-oh)

I made a rhyme so messed up that my partner's daughter cried
My neighbor locked the door and called
My neighbor locked the door and called
The most snobbish snob who eats snails was late
There was time to go from São Paulo to Osasco
Rob a butcher shop and still have a barbecue
There was time to go from São Paulo to Toronto
It took so long that the rap was ready

Capture, treat the track, like a fractal
Rap is to pop as cultural crack
Machine discards the track like a gun
Do you want to capitalize or process, SP is the capital
It's money, money, money, bitch, insane life
Remember when we were three kids from Santana?
Mission undercover, the mission rooting the issue
Decision is not the same, kid, it's for life or for fame

Ay, three kids through the streets of the north
Our life is a seesaw
Oh, for sure I only have death
Until the day I don't die

And what a good world to end (no, no, no)
And what a good world to end (yeah, yeah)
And what a good world to end (oh-oh-oh)

Ay, three kids through the streets of the north
Our life is a seesaw
Oh, for sure I only have death
Until the day I don't die

And what a good world to end (no, no, no)
And what a good world to end (yeah, yeah)
And what a good world to end (no, no, no, no, no, no)

Apt, trick is the trick like cactus
Rap is hostile like illegal Horcrux
True rap, exchanging punches non-consensual
If it's to light you up, understand the mental outcome

The right thing is not right, just being uncertain, tells you it's right
I see closely that it weighs you down on earth, don't mess up
Look at the sky that steps on you and look at the sky that guides you
The Sun went dark and reminds that war is war

It stays in the chest of those who are earning respect
Counting on time, I don't even remember when
That I came back by the skin of my teeth
This open, this stench that sticks to the skin
I hope you noticed my silence
Because when I come back you know the deal is crazy
And it goes far beyond this rap
It tells you, kid, about everything you thought
Would be true, I come back in wickedness
Missing when I did this rap without having to talk about the inserts
I come back innovating, you know I was crowned in the show
Spinardi is the king of speed flow

Ay, three kids through the streets of the north
Our life is a seesaw
Oh, for sure I only have death
Until the day I don't die

And what a good world to end (no, no, no)
And what a good world to end (yeah, yeah)
And what a good world to end (no, no, no, no, no, no)