Tu Não Sabes

Chatterboxes, cowards!
Just nonsense, just pranks!
Gaia, Chelas, you don't control!

Because you don't know!

What you're looking for is here
From the 2nd to the 7th of zone 'I'
That voluntary hatred you see around
Doesn't guarantee my salary, that I deserved

This world is like a flood of lava over Vesuvius
Spillage causes disturbance, in the branch of your studio
Fierce like the saw, you clean my crybaby's snot
Another gain in the breadwinning, I'm a stranger in the crowd
So, dysfunctional is the one who says functional
Burned the disc in the end, risk in the nasal cavity
We're against the current and not in the current of against
Very counterproductive, I always produce at top speed
Dilemmatic, this shift is sciatic
Weak rests, advances on autopilot
I grow wildly like weeds in the backyard
Equipment and all, also weeds in the backyard
We're not stained glass saints, from the parish church
Nor did we join the choir, we abolished choral singing
Spiritual is what guides me, not the spiritual guide
But this world even guides as long as there's a drop and pedal
Unparalleled capital, before the varnish cracks
I gave time to time, of the temperamental storm
Temporal in your immoral temple, in the vocal I'm immortal
A portal to outer space
Don't speak ill, no one sees that ghost project
Not even with 52 inches of plasma
Don't speak ill, no one sees that ghost project
Not even with 62 inches of plasma

What you're looking for is here
From the 2nd to the 7th of zone 'I'
That voluntary hatred you see around
Doesn't guarantee my salary, that I deserved

This kid has no mysteries for bohemians and chatter
Want to be geniuses with prizes and be notorious
They want empires and holidays with contradictory criteria
They get hysterical and I don't even know if they have a penis or a clitoris
Rumors of my status, coming from men and boys
Worse than old ladies and devout, they should be doing theaters
They create lobbies and debates, they're hungry and ungrateful
They talk about snakes and lizards and I'm in Brazil in quarters
For those on the outside think he ignores friction
While hatred explores the way it devours beats
And although you only criticize the kid rises sharply
Rap cries, there's no real left, now it's just pakiko's
A guy is magical and doesn't bring wands
Envy makes the approach to see how you cook
Counts the lines, sees the contagion in the pimples
Just barking because the pages are plagiarism of mine
But I'm masochistic and I'm apart from what others write
Because some want beats that hit, I want beats that lead
At the moment I spit where inspiration dwells in the atmosphere
To inspire those who inspire me is what I hope for now
So don't even compete when you shine only with girls
When it's noticed that you don't meditate on what you tell me
And I give voice to girls, grandmothers, and fishwives
It's so nostalgic, people enjoy the prose you urinate
It's a guarantee for defeat, all you have left is to propose
A partnership but I notice from afar the envy or glow
Modesty in the choir, but the impression it leaves is resentment
Just because you're from the same generation doesn't mean you're of the same color
People are tired, stop before someone breaks your face
Go cry to be one more to snitch in the 4th court
With defamatory stories
Slanders and paranoia that he embodies for me to be at his mercy
And makes anonymous calls with hatred
But my clock doesn't stop in the hours when I date the MPC
So you're