10 Anos

This sound is dedicated to all the guys who are saying
that my rap is getting too erudite, it's getting
too eloquent. If you want to hear dumb rappers,
listen to dumb rappers. But don't ostracize the nigga who wants to spit with more knowledge, the nigga who
wants to spit with more elevation. Go smell your father's fart to feel the shit where you came from, man? Fuck
ya niggas!!!

Now they say I'm too intellectual to rap
That these hip-hop kids only like illiterate rap
Almeida Garrett blossoms in every open mic
You would need 17 brains to absorb my
intellect
I spit so complex, guys think it's a dialect
I spit verses that embarrass your favorite rapper
When I activate the mental set I bring forth a verbal
pack
With lethal, scathing, and rebellious rap lines
I am Moses, I want eternal life in Sinai
I wait for my glory like a Samurai waits
Niggas know it's virile when the sick rhyme comes out
The history of lyricism was born in my father's sperm
And brought the kimahera to this new era, the atmosphere falls
Valete's atmosphere reigns in your hi-fi
Valete always tears it up when he brings the Muay Tai rhyme
I open craters when I turn into super Einstein
I'm a panther for your girlfriend, nigga (ai, ai)
I give her the fierce Halloween version and she flies
It's no longer the rap of your dreams, it's more like a drive-by
I don't rhyme for the mainstream, I create the Zeightgeist
It sounds like evolution with mc valete, the inspiration
I cleaned up your generation with just initiation demos
Since '97 I've been too phat for the competition
I'm light-years ahead, you're inert in the darkness
I send tsunamis towards those rappers I Katrino
You don't understand Hip-Hop, until you study the DNA of
Bambino
Viris is the most feline, categorical and sudden
Atomic and libertine, historical like Al Pacino
Methodical and serpentine, euphoric when I exterminate
You defame, you get manure as thick as intestines
And since '97 it was thought that I wouldn't reap whoever
And wouldn't leave without bones, any swine
I did everything effortlessly, even the most skeptical sat down
Insipid and all dandy was genuine
Study the force of the movements I led
A mc like me, only when I have a child with Jean
Grae
I stamped my mark on hip-hop and pimped out
My niggas from Moz would say your rap is maningue
gay
I lynched mc's, left them in skirts and bibs
You get booed in pallets, you're a guinea pig for my rap
I rhyme with Mc's, like Azagaia and Mc Xeg
You're not among the most lyrical just because you bite
Valete
What you do is just nonsense, it makes no sense
Look at the fire in my rap, I'm Damaia till I'm dead
Now you're great because you smoke kaia with your dreads
You in kaia and me eating your girl without affection
My rap hits hard, from Olaias to your alley
If you want trouble come to the top of the Himalayas where I
rap
I made my buzz spreading flyers in the metro
And spitting with more venom than guys who spit in the
projects
Status is legendary from Gaia to Budapest
They boo but I eat them like papayas and croquettes
They insist why?, the more they rehearse the wacker they get
You guys work on the abstract I hope you fall on the
concrete
Get out of that project, go to the beach to sell caps
Stand out like Blaya's ass in Boom Clap
Critics! Think rap is just beats and that rhyme is
nothing
Then evaluate the production of my dick in your mouth
That idea can only come from an idle and empty head
That's the same as going to Chelas and saying: 'I want
Barbosa to fuck off!'
I bring the whole troop, leave your lady broken
I make a dent, give you a beating, you know a Boss doesn't
spare
I steal your clothes and put a mic in your hand
I rhyme with that vibration that drives your sow crazy
Rappers catch me on the street, ask me if I have beef with
Chulla
Nigga, I don't ask you why you can't rule even in your
neighborhood
Why are your parents dark and you almost jump
Why does your album sell less than Gula's mixtape
Go look for rubies in your mule's anus
Before you end up expelled from here like the Portuguese
from Nampula
You have no pedigree, drop the mic put on lingerie
Nigga, I spit a scalpel for your spinal cord
Others say: 'Valete I'm amazed by your
notoriety,
You barely appear on TV how do you have so much
popularity??'
Because I bring the discourse that magnifies the community
And the rhymes are beautiful flowers that beat mercilessly
I don't compete with mc's I only sing for posterity
These rappers are wanna be's they only sing vulgarities
They surpass precariousness, transplant identities
They decline, enchant wacks with mediocrity
I spit thick even in my sleep like the guys from
Olivais
You don't even know how to spit, you look like the aunts
from Cascais
Nigga, show credentials and bring the rhyme well placed
And composed like the most real ones
The true hip-hop troops are horizontal
We take our fleets, contraptions to the arsenals
Battle proposals, only idiots and surreal
Because with rivals it always ends in defeats and
funerals
You're not a rapper bro, you're just a vague mouth
You're a Zé Castelo Branco with loose clothes
Put on another uniform, niggas your flow displeases
In football I was Oceano, you were Gota d'Água
Bitter soup, someone cursed you
Your sponsorship already heard me, you have to find another
brand
That's little or nothing, nigga, try another position
I only give props to your shorty she's all rude
Crazy and depraved, sucks my dick and gets hoarse and
choked
All strangled, I take out the gadget, say: 'go go Nádia,
Go go Nádia!' I'm Santa Claus: 'Oh oh it's already?
'Oh no, stop' call the (po po?)?
End this Viris, take the scene seriously man?
If you come looking for spectacle or stress and you get
here without manners
You get shoes, you better have reflexes like
Geoge Bush
You get bricks, follow the protocols
Nigga I'm far away, you can't see, put on binoculars
They say it's unfair for me to rap, because I'm much more
than an Mc
They say it's unfair because it seems like I'm from another
species
If you want justice ask God to give us back Maddie
And tell Cristiano to give the FIFA award to Messi