Expurgo

[Diomedes Chinaski]
On one side a young audience
Damn depoliticized mass
Sometimes so radical, but
No theoretical basis
I never envied anyone
In fact, I attacked the structure
A risky maneuver
Like Bukowski in literature
Chinaski, the apprentice
Son of Lula, not Ustra
Was I unhappy attacking MCs? No
I questioned the industry!
Straight from the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto!
Wealth for the ghetto
Wealth for the black
A better and fairer life!
The brothers are dying for a pair of shorts
A cap, a pair of sneakers
Sad, right? Want to kill each other?
Then let them kill Michel Temer!
In 2009 and I'm doing this
I still have a huge career ahead of me
And if you think I don't think this is commitment
I'll prove I'm bigger than you think!
I'm bigger than Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr!
Internet beef is generating hype
In these streets my friends are really dying
And the singing poet is an escape valve
No time to talk water, bitter trajectory
Finally, for the agony, I see a way out!
I just know that from now on I can handle the load!
More than music, this shit is a life story!

[Nissin]
Hey jow! (Oh!)
Fear, clarity, and power
Fear is the first step
That occupies the shining space in front of you that doesn't let you see
The lack of fear is also dangerous
Forget the thorn when holding the rose
Hold the accelerator on the winding curve
Crazy life, hard life, dangerous life
Clarity illuminates
Brings confidence in rhymes
But too much clarity also blinds
And that's usually what determines
Clarity comes when fear passes
That's why geniuses go crazy early
Clarity comes bringing power
To see everything through your mirror
(Oh!)
Everything changes with power
You can go, you can have
Everyone will listen to you, also want you
And others will plot to fuck you
But wanting is not power, only if it's with love
That's why power is transformative
Bringing the water that waters the flower
Don't come throw your shit in my fan
Inflexible purpose, unshakable spirit
Incomprehensible instinct, unquestionable character
Miracles happen on the edge of the impossible
Like water piercing the stone, but also malleable
Like invisible wind with incomparable force
Like flammable fire around the fuel
It's easy to be fearsome, hard to be kind
I saw the effort of the guys
To make the dream possible
Don't spit on others' plate
Growing up like this is much harder
Like Beethoven was deaf
And made great symphonies
Like Dali was crazy
And painted great masterpieces
If I'm going to speak ill of someone
I speak ill of politicians!
Of the school system, healthcare
That remains in critical condition
Didn't you see how Tupac ended up?
You all want to be Notorious
The internet gangsters
Turned lab rats

[Rapadura]
Pity me, my lord, they don't know what they're doing!
Pity me, my lord, they don't know what they're doing!
Pity me, my lord, they don't know what they're doing!
Pity me, my lord, they don't know what they're doing!

[Baco Exu dos Blues]
Exu clears the way
You say he's a villain!
Heroes die of overdose as long as I breathe, son of a bitch
I'll be a villain!
Make MCs deities!
I have debts to pay, fuck your vanity!
Fuck your backstage
Fuck your vanity!
They laughed at my accent, Sulicídio wasn't an attack
It was a fuck you to the public
These kids are not real, damn it!
They're not real!
They love MCs, not hip-hop!
Do you love rap? Prove it!
In 1999 Lauryn Hill already thought of me singing 99 999
May my verse touch you in some way
But, damn it, you'll never touch me!
Focus, before it suffocates you!
Give Caesar what is Caesar's
Be the damage
Kill Caesar, celebrate in the Roman Step
My brothers have sex with war
And it's getting boring!
The favela is menstruating!
And I'm getting tired
Sick of giving a sip to the saint
I'm my own saint, so this is my sip
I swallow the alcohol and the alcohol swallows me!
Give me an ear or give me another sip!
Rap makes me
And I rap until it beheads me
Or give me another sip!
Rap, I'm not your enemy
Nowadays fanboys would masturbate on xvideos watching the crucifixion of Christ
I'm Bahia, black, I'm Salvador but I'm not your Christ!
Rap I'm black, I'm Salvador, but I'm not your Christ!

[Rapadura]
Before vomiting on the voice
Swallow, boy! Ask for blessings from the Northeasterners who are your parents and grandparents!
Before burping on the executioner
Swallow this hymn to the regency of the clandestine in the capitals in arrebóis
Vital points of the hinterlands of Capibaribe
My crystals come from the sheets of Beberibe
Who guarantees that rap and its voice
Came from your channels
If in the backlands back then
Jamaica and the Caribbean flowed?
I contest the context of yesteryear
I stir the axis, the outcome, the text devours, relentlessly, puts life in lines?
My oratory here breaks the ruler
I submit your glory and put all history in a league
Like a sphere from the belly of the old school
I'm between now and the artery of the always that it embodies
What comes from outside is fucked up for us, it's present fashion
But before, repent existed
The prose and the guitar
Now here they promote the ignorance of ours
Saying that drought and misery are just ills, historical factors
Involve intolerance and wreckage
Neglect insists on the chimera
Incinerates matter and folkloric rumors
I raised your concrete and lived in the abstract
I raised your ceiling and your air of breach
That discounts on me
I lost son and grandson on my bush floor
I lost all affection living the mistreatment
There's nothing to pay your bill
I'm a bird between traffic lights
Faster than the rise of the barbarians
And the slopes of cunha
Tearing the diaspora
Content rougher than the hinterlands and the arid
From Euclides da Cunha
Do you remember those conversations
I told you that inertia would only play reverse tricks
For good performances
I cross alleys
I'm the payer of promises I've paid them all
And to this day I still pay for the gifts I have
For coming from where I come and having a flat head
It's a lot of intelligence, the mind shrinks and flattens
They leave me with an empty stomach I overcome the challenge
My writing is abundant I feed the soul and lack nothing
Nothing stops me!
I'm a native beast from the tide's gap
And I have an active paw on Assaré's ground
Your rhyme comes from the city under construction
I have no study, no art, my rhyme is part of the works of creation
It would be very presumptuous to say that I represent the Northeast
The cause is much greater than the ZIP code and rap
I'm just the fertilizer of the celestial bodies, that the earth here dresses
The heat made me like the master's arid
If Brazil is a tree, expose its matrix!
The Northeast breaks the marble because it has always been its root!
Denying this is foolishness, it's folly of a whole country!
No gossip because after that there's no more diss!