Ponta de Lança (Verso Livre)

Hello!
OK!
Rincon Sapiência, also known as Manicongo, right?
When someone says I'm not an above-average MC, I say
(Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
I don't understand anything, man!
(Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
The MC culture still lives, right? If it depends on me
Let's go!

My verse is free, no one cancels me
Like Mandela leaving the cell
My lines flying full of kite string
And it's pitiful for the heads when it touches them
Off to the dance, escaped from the nonsense
We beat drums, they're pots
We steal the scene, no switchblade
The girls melt like mozzarella
Hot like the flat iron on the curls
No, curls are getting armed
I make a point to put in my text
That black women and men are loving each other
Hot like the cognac in the glass
Yes, we're knocking down the saint
That pride that was already stolen
In the sock ball, it's recovering
Several bomb men through the hood
Trying to be right on the wrong line
Several bomb men, Grenade Butt
If there's permission, we're grinding
If rap is street and in the street there's no wandering, damn thing
It's easier to get tattoos and talk about the color of the herb you smoke
African roots, I made an alliance, spearhead, Umbabarauma
In an offensive way saying this is like witchcraft
I hope it disappears
We sign black music, funk is the child of the ghetto, admit
I make the track for those who will give two
And I also make the track for those who will give one

I'm not the hero type, nor do I wear a Zorro-style mask
Music is a gift, I don't want debt
I don't deny that I want the dough
I don't deny that I like gold
I don't like taking disrespect
In this movie I'm the villain, 300, Rodrigo Santoro
I face it, I take courage
I feed on the streets and add up
Restaurants, bars, and motels, it's through these places that I eat
Angels and demons told me: Let's go!
And in the crazy spin, we go
Perdition, salvation, the street serves me, like a butler

I'm bypassing the law, rock trick
When I say king, it's not Presley
Look at my style, I'm like Snipes
I'm naughty, I'm Wesley
I'm handsome, you know, ugly
If the standard is white, I eradicated it
My sound is a product to beautify
Like Jequiti, like Mary Kay
As an MC, I appeared
To stand out, I offered
Some hot rhymes, like Hennessy
To make it clearer, I darkened
I haven't forgotten that past
I'll sing self-esteem like Leci
Sometimes I hit, sometimes I miss
This is work, like Muricy

The night is black and wonderful, Lupita Nyong'o
I'm close to the fire like the drum leather in a jongo circle
In this struggle, I'm punching like Lango-lango
If life is a movie, my god is like Tarantino, I'm like Django
Loves and confusions
Healings and bruises
Packing my bags, gypsy style
I'm always changing hearts
Lights and decorations, fake smile in illusions
Blacks are the key, open the gates!