O Nordeste é a Peste

I wage a war in the twilight where the corners meet
I come from the land of the Sun and my shadows haunt you
Hecatombs and thunder, my quilombos don't fall
Tired of rubble on my back carrying Brazil on my shoulders

From my hands comes the gift that kills hunger
My foot on the ground is the root of the sound that breaks I phone
I'm Suassuna on the microphone, assume or disappear
In rap I'm more than a man, and the Northeast is my name

If prejudice gives me coins, I deny the misery
With notes so high that the middle class loses substance
There's no comedy show for the audience, comedy gets serious
They say my land is hell? And they still want to come for vacation?

My oratory is rough, and your essence is pure copy
Cry with this hidden face and lack of own culture
Don't give 1 real to a local and admire the outsiders
I bury the scum, change the geography, I'm making history

What Chico does with science expands any limit
I'm Chico Science, no one can resist when I'm on the beat
To talk about 'oxente,' one must be 'gipe'
Rapadura breaks teeth, oh shit! Who sustains the GDP?

The land that exports opens doors and supports its walls
With cowpea and the country on its back outside the networks
In the center lives, doesn't understand the flora that comes from thirst
Abundance overflows and drought drowns in my green eyes

Outstanding schools, make your egos see
The expansion of beings, they don't want to know about acres
I was thrown to fate in the southeast, it's unlucky to have me
They beat up the Northeast, I hit them with Paulo Freire

I teach MCs to write and listeners to read
For golden athletes to be worth more than the house dish
Autonomy is the couscous that chokes your shallow speech
Our astronomy is from another galaxy even for NASA

I tear through your sky, with the root of my land
I say Northeast and you say it's the plague
The Northeast is the plague, the Northeast is the plague
And I shine like the Sun's light, a sea in the middle of the desert
I say Northeast and you say it's the plague
The Northeast is the plague, the Northeast is the plague

The more you hate me, the more reason I give you to love me
In your dry land I made the tide rise, and the desert turned into sea
And I feel close to God
When I release my voice
I kill and die for us
Northeast!

Being from the Northeast is a gift, not a debt
Mom gave birth to music in an arid acoustics
I tied destiny and the diaspora of artistic soul
Made my joy harsh and tears an acid rain

My blood floods the area and the desert is a sea that frustrates you
I'm on the Moon, I came from the meadow, I'm a star for Zarathustra
With the cunning of Anastacia and the audacity to give in ustra
I hit the fallacy and the industry's hoax collapses

The singing violates the mainstream fashion
Who loses the north becomes a means to their ends
Compatriots kill each other for strangers in dressing rooms
And only when they beat you, you play my work and remember me

And there are those who pretend their origin on October 8th
Only when it hits and afflicts you, you distinguish me on Google
End of speech, they admire the son of the bastard
I get pissed, they don't want a cultured leader, son of Pernambuco

I always travel for work but São Paulo is not my capital
Veja doesn't see and I'm blind aderal
I gave a lot of trouble to the state and I want them to know that their capital
Comes from my land, the odyssey of Bacurau

For the traffic light, I'm a barbaric bird from overseas
I'm not Kratos, I'm Crato like Barbara de Alencar
Speed flow? Your talent can't match
The best of all time is Rapadura Ceará

My head is flat for the infamous, I work at festivals
I went to the Grammy, won Cannes and they don't call for festivals
Because I break necks, horizons in verticals
Want to talk too much? Then ask where your parents come from

The plague comes from the dungeon, don't test me, run!
It's the boom bap, subverts so that rap never dies
Damn bitch, I break this seesaw
I messed it all up, you owe me, respect the Northeast damn it!

I tear through your sky, with the root of my land
I say Northeast and you say it's the plague
The Northeast is the plague, the Northeast is the plague
And I shine like the Sun's light, a sea in the middle of the desert
I say Northeast and you say it's the plague
The Northeast is the plague, the Northeast is the plague

Your pots don't cover the seasoning from where I come
And if today the favelas sing, it comes from the charm of my ends
I kill and die for the people!