Copo de Elixir

The bass drum that beats deep, rhythm from another world
National rap, unmatched, material entity
Channeled by the crazy ones, by the beat-crazy ones that dialogue with life through rhyme
It's not a matter of choice, rap invokes the pack by the scent of the old soul streets
Stirs the inner drums, with the notes of the ethereal body, God sowing advice vibrating the stereo
Jurema blows clay wine that I bury in this nest, little bird flies but always wants to come back
Speaks straight to the point that I align, never learned alone, need your perspective to review
Access the wide-hipped ancestral that birthed 3 generations, invoking words without translations
Access native language, venting is never just in life, it's a conversation that resonates with millions
Poetry that feeds my frenetic nights
Courtesy that sustains even the synthetic breeze
Like a coliseum in the brawl, we gather, form a circle and if given a chance we battle for blood
They were the most piercing messages I heard, hitting a soul level, changing the color of this aura
I recovered memories that preceded here, channels of information that are not mine, closed my eyes and saw

I'm drinking elixir, when I tell it, it laughs
If my step was taken, I'm the one who made it here
I'm drinking elixir, when I tell them, they laugh
If my foot took the step, only I know how it felt