Vibranium (feat. NOG)

Boombapzada for minors who rhyme and cry
Remember the soundtrack and the minors who are so private
And the so-called major came after I led the fight
There in the brisolão against 1004

In fact, what scares you is my hoarse voice
My pen is a bazooka, see racist is in the crosshairs and I am capricious
We who cheat and sell rhymes, your girl who comes from the mouth
Because you know that in Vila Carioca, we are the animals

How about we play target shooting?
My black bic pen, a rifle that cost 70 cents
To get it right, motherfucker looks at me crooked because I'm black
And inside the church begs Christ to be saved (amen)

Send those who can obey only those who judge you (your ass)
Nobody orders me here!
It's the Brutang tram swinging the stalls
Rjack is Black Panther, prince of Wakanda

We who put vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of doing something stupid
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

We who put vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of doing something stupid
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

I remain flexible on gas style
Returnable Coke, your foolproof plan
Your envy burns like mercury
It's Cuba Jr. Flow on another level

Freestyle blood sport one-on-one is just punching the wind
Everything passes, it's a matter of the moment
Tramp wanting to know how much I earn
He will even die doing the event

Me and black dog, Volkswagen on a ride in Hong Kong
Monkey I'm not Lord King Kong
I know you like changing your name
But your rap is a broken teenager, make a blog

We who put vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of doing something stupid
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

We who put vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of doing something stupid
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

An al qaeda kamikaze in the instrumental
Of the lethal streak that takes you to the ditch without a funeral
Sometimes for good, not always for evil
Abnormal but I know there's nothing like it

Drier and drier I rhyme to death
There's no turning back and I'm going to the end
Paul Walker style without even taking your foot off the pedal
Like skywalker, my strength is unreal
I never counted on luck, I started without a dollar

Every fatality I had to go through at my age
I never asked for charity, I always counted on my vanity
Who would die for rap is rare
I have a death date but my lyrics are invalid

It becomes difficult to write, every time you pass the stage
Don't let addiction win and take my quality
I've already had a crisis, it's sad! Who said this is the end?
Yes, I will follow (scratch) to avoid slipping
I admit that it is difficult to divide my work from commitment
Who lives with what I said

I laugh until I die, until my pulse stops
Just one more dose to poison me
That my days are so numbered I already know
Rap will still kill me, hey

I laugh until I die, until my pulse stops
Just one more dose to poison me
That my days are so numbered I already know
Rap will still kill me, hey