Meu Ceará

My Ceará
Oh, God, forgive this poor wretch
Who prayed on his knees for a while
Asking for the rain to fall endlessly
Sorry for asking all the time for winter to come
Sorry for asking to end the hell
That has always burned my Ceará

I'm a mandacaru, facing the drought, I'm worse than these evils
Shadow of juazeiro haunts them in this 8 mile
Mister M on the mic, magical mind in freestyle
Changes the style, MC Miserable, M.Charles (ow)
I rhyme hard and make it look easy
Leaves the building and asks Ciço to come out alive from our cangaço
What do you want to see? (blood)
Black blood doesn't stop in white land, like mangrove mud
Acting like a gangster with chains, full of nonsense

Knows nothing, innocent
I'm a child of Sapiranga
Greasy meerkat vomits lyrics and still gets away with it
Northeast wears it, isn't it a shirt? Roll up your sleeves
Only talks about water and shit, too much crap for the crap
Wish to be a fish died in its own throat
Are you all about being the best? Then take my worst
I disappeared and came back bigger, to be eternal like Belchior
Amelinha and Ednardo are the people from Ceará

I'm an instigated citizen, and never pay for promotion
I spit fire on the land and in the air, like a sea dragon
Each line is extensive and crowded, like the big circular
Your career is a drug and it's terminal like Papicu
Only talks about guns and legal stuff, but only talks and ass
Fall into Pirambu, your mask falls off
In the midst of musical garbage, I resist like Jangurussu

Rap on the mic, put your hands up (my Ceará)
The verse is free like a carcará (my Ceará)
The Northeast rhymes without its permit (my Ceará)
The backlands live and no one will stop (my Ceará)
Rap on the mic, put your hands up (my Ceará)
The verse is free like a carcará (my Ceará)
The Northeast rhymes without its permit (my Ceará)
(One of the best speed flows you've heard comes from Ceará)

The exotic doll with a robotic accent
Is so awesome that the copy doesn't even come close to the prototype
Imitating a foreigner isn't great? Inhospitable stereotype
Not knowing your state is a death certificate
Straw hat? Of course! Magical from Orós
Clumsy trapper, easy as pie, like Rachel de Queiroz
As Chico as Anísio, I improvise laughter in the executioner
There's no biodiesel, the paw activates the fast sextet
New rap turned the game around, I'm classic in Castelão

As wise as grandpa, voracious as the lion
If rhyming is a championship, JB6 is the champion
Eternal Lampião, and your king bows to the pawn
Without a tablet and Wi-Fi, my work is basic education
Even Albert Einstein studied my shadow in Sobral
A genius like Ciswal, face me if you dare
Rap, repent, flow, work like a nightjar
Here! This is Fortal
Don't think you're tough just because you went to CTN
Straighten your spine damn it to be an MC in TN
Your punch will punish you, poetry is Maria da Penha
Viviane Sucuri in the arena, it's the law of Maria da Lenha

I'm tough on the ignorant, I no longer have the gift for so much talk
Doesn't sing, grumbles, is out of tune Cavalcante
And still thinks he's really good
Imagine a great meeting if all these heads come together
You want poetry, it's with rapadura
Doubt it? Ask Bráulio Bessa
You want to make me laugh? I make a living, I'm rich smiling like Tirullipa
Since the congressman is crooked, why is the clown Tiririca?
Doquinha against the coxinhas who serve carrion and oligarchies
I send a truck of solid wood to the autarchies and monarchies

Rap on the mic, put your hands up (my Ceará)
The verse is free like a carcará (my Ceará)
The Northeast rhymes without its permit (my Ceará)
The backlands live and no one will stop (my Ceará)
Rap on the mic, put your hands up (my Ceará)
The verse is free like a carcará (my Ceará)
The Northeast rhymes without its permit (my Ceará)
(One of the best speed flows you've heard comes from Ceará)

Itapipoca in verse and prose, northeast side lives up to it
From Crato to Crateús, from Pacajus to Viçosa
Once in Timbaúba, in Tianguá, Ubajara
To Granja de Pau de Arara, on the road to Carnaúba
I came from Manibura, I reside in Lagoa Seca
Conjunto Palmeiras and Novo Oriente, Maracanaú and Acaracuzim, Mondubim
Paracuru, Bom Jardim
My land is not flat, it's full
And any letter will be too small
Because my love for you will never end

Rap on the mic, put your hands up (my Ceará)
The verse is free like a carcará (my Ceará)
The Northeast rhymes without its permit (my Ceará)
The backlands live and no one will stop (my Ceará)
Rap on the mic, put your hands up (my Ceará)
The verse is free like a carcará (my Ceará)
The Northeast rhymes without its permit (my Ceará)
(One of the best speed flows you've heard comes from Ceará)

I'm Brazilian, son of the Northeast
I'm a tough guy, I'm from Ceará