Vibranium (feat. NOG)

Hardcore for the kids who rhyme and cry
Remember the soundtrack and the kids who are deprived
And the so-called major came after I led the brawl
There in the brisolão against the frame

Indeed what scares you is my hoarse voice
My pen is a bazooka, see the racist in the crosshairs and I excel
We work and sell rhymes, your girl who comes by word of mouth
Because she knows that in Vila Carioca we are the best

How about playing target practice?
My black Bic pen, a rifle that cost 70 cents
To hit the bitch who looks at me funny for being black
And inside the church begs Christ to be saved (amen)

Those who shoot vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of screwing up
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

Those who shoot vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of screwing up
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

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

Freestyle bloody sport mano a mano is just punching in the wind
Everything passes, it's a matter of moment
Bastard wanting to know how much I earn
Will even die doing an event

Me and black dog, Volkswagen cruising in Hong Kong
I'm not a monkey lord king kong
I know you like to change your name
But your rap is a fucked up teenager, start a blog

Those who shoot vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of screwing up
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

Those who shoot vibranium bullets, contemporary brain
That hides my 22
Today I'm facing the problem to the point of screwing up
And if I sing you this song, what will I sing next?

A kamikaze from al qaeda on the instrumental
With the lethal flow that takes you to the grave without a funeral
Sometimes for good not always for evil
Abnormal but I know there's no equal

Drier every time I rhyme until death
It's irreversible and I'll go all the way
Paul Walker style brake without even taking my foot off the pedal
Like Skywalker my strength is surreal
I never counted on luck, I started with nothing

Every fatality I had to go through with my age
Never asked for charity always counted on my vanity
Who would die for rap is rare
I have a date to die but my lyrics are timeless

It's hard to write, every time to move on
Not letting the addiction win and take my quality
I've had crises, it's sad! Who said this is the end?
I'm following yes (scratch) I avoid slipping
I admit it's difficult to divide my craft from the commitment
With those who live off what I said

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

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