Negro Limitado

"- Hey man, you're giving me a headache, right!
- What's up man.
- You have to be aware.
- Awareness is nothing, this black thing, awareness is useless, the deal is to have a laugh, you know..!
- Come on man, let's think a bit.
- Thinking is nothing, the deal is money AND having a good time..!

You don't listen to me.
Or don't understand what I say.
I try to give you a hint.
And I'm called a stupid black.
Backward, rebellious.
Believe me.
We're playing with a marked deck.
I don't want to be the most right.
But the smart guy.
I don't know if you understand me.
But I distinguish wrong from right.
"- Hey man, are you going to continue with these ideas,
are you kidding me? Excuse me..."
The truth is that while I correct my mistakes.
You don't even admit yours.
Limited is your thinking.
You yourself want.
To talk about women, your main pastime.
The Don Juan of the sluts, I'm sorry
Always boasting, claiming to be the one.
But simply lacks posture, sufficient IQ.
Tell me something I don't already know.
Scoundrels like you, I've counted many deceased.
Don't know what you mean.
Just look at the color of your own ID.
So, prince of fools, limited.
At this very moment was crowned.
Tell me your origin, who are you!
You can't answer.

Limited Black.

"- So, you guys who do RAP there, are full of being a teacher, talking about drugs, police and such, so, show a way out, show a path and such, and then..?"
Culture, education, books, school.
Too much crookedness.
Sluts and drugs.
The second option is the fastest.
And easy, death travels the same road, it's inevitable.
They plan our restriction.
That's the title.
Of our revolution, second verse.
Read, educate yourself, update yourself, memorize.
Before the brain-dead racists in uniform.
Their brains explode and it's all over.
Be careful...!
The Police Report with your name in some book.
In any district, in any file.
Case closed, nothing more than that.
One less black they will count with satisfaction.
Because it's our destruction they want.
Physically and mentally, as much as they can.
You know what I'm talking about.
It's not one day or two.
It's more than 400 years.
Son, it's easy for anyone to do.
But to raise them, no, you're not capable.
He's born, grows up, and what happens?
Without a reference to follow, you'll have to listen.
A bad student in school he will certainly be.
But a confused boy.
In the dark room of ignorance.
If the future belongs to the children...!
Maybe one day he will be proud of you.
You have two ways out.
To be aware, or drown in your own indifference.
Choose your path.
To be a true black, pure and educated.
Or just be another limited black.

Limited Black

"- Yeah, awareness, awareness, and the other guys,
are you aware alone?"
Do it for yourself and not for me.
Keep away from easy money.
From too much drinking, police and such things.
Finally, effectively.
Racionais declare war.
Against those who want to see blacks in shit.
And the guys who listen to us will understand.
That information is a great weapon.
More powerful than any loaded PT.
Expensive branded clothes are worthless.
Compared to an articulate mind.
Against the brain-dead racists it's a perfect chemistry.
Intelligence, and a right cross.
Will be feared, and also respected.
A worthy black, not a limited black.

Limited Black

"- Believe me, it's all related, isn't it..! Racionais, razor's edge, you can count on me. That's it, thanks."