Rap da Roça

Uaaaaaa...
What a mess,
I stepped on that plastic 'piniquim' my grandma gave me again.
Another day in this damn existence in this cursed backcountry...
'Zé Firmino, are you sleeping?'
It's my annoying boss.
No, sir, colonel, just trying to get by, you know?
'Nothing much, I just wanted to drop a rhyme!'
Drop a rhyme?! This guy thinks we're fools, man!
But I’ll show him I’m no fool at all!
I can even rap...

This rap was made on top of a cart.
Doesn’t say anything at all, it’s the rap from the countryside.
This rap was made on top of a cart.
Doesn’t say anything at all, it’s the rap from the countryside.

My name is Zé Firmino, I’m the soldier’s kid,
Who forcibly hooked up with the crazy lady from the big house.
Grew up without drinking Toddy, never rode a Velotrol,
Didn’t drink “mursão” or take Carcigenol.

Grew up in suffering, misery surrounded me,
Started planting onions, hoping things would get better.
But the drought killed everything, I tried raising chickens,
The kids jumped the fence and ate my little ones.
(What a bummer, kid!)
And they didn’t even use a condom, man...

I got caught by a guy who was the mayor’s son,
The cops beat me up left and right.
I tried to plant cassava on a mulatta’s land,
She saw my little plants and told me to plant potatoes instead.

I thought, "Yeah... Life is a bitch,
Planting isn’t my thing. I’m gonna change..."
I went to the backcountry of Quixadá.

Because this rap was made on top of a cart.
Doesn’t say anything at all, it’s the rap from the countryside.
This rap was made on top of a cart.
Doesn’t say anything at all, it’s the rap from the countryside.

I went to work on a farm for a guy named Coronel,
The dude was weird and treated me like a woman!
(Oh boy...)
I did the chores, was a good housekeeper,
But the guy’s imagination took flight.
He asked for a French kiss, (Oh man...) but I didn’t give it...

Because this rap was made on top of a cart.
Doesn’t say anything at all, it’s the rap from the countryside.
This rap was made on top of a cart.
Doesn’t say anything at all, it’s the rap from the countryside.

There was a movie in town about a guy named Lampião,
I decided to become a thug, the worst in this backcountry.
On the first ambush, to show I was tough,
I spotted Zé das Lacraia, shot him with a salt bullet.
The kid fell dead, stiff in the middle of the woods,
Died all scrunched up because he had high blood pressure.
(Oh my God, what a bummer...)
But I wasn’t that bad of a guy, right...

I switched the load in the shotgun, used a fancy bullet,
Here comes Mrs. Emengarda with her basket of sausage.
I shot her right in the bony head,
The old lady dropped dead because she was diabetic.
(You’re something else, Zé Firmino)
Well, I didn’t have any diet bullets...