Vampiris (Pt. 1)

Since April 25th, hands only speak calamities
They use freedom of speech just to say barbarities
Dazed hands without abilities all get confused
Because I am pampered
There's no April 25th for these fools
Next time you open your mouth, you'll get a punch in the face
I don't even know why you turn on the microphones
Because a thousand guys from your league, the main and the bonus

(Just) saying that the jack is wack is the same as defaming
The Dalai Lama in the middle of Tibet
It's the same as saying that Adamastor sings for fame and checks
That I didn't break your lady in Alfama in 2007
Jack is transcendence eloquence that rappers wish they had the science
Of the grandeur liquidity impotence
Wisdom empirical jurisprudence in Portuguese rap
Reference of intelligence that stamps that absurd difference

You want jack, see the insignias beyond
Join your favorite MCs and multiply by 100
Don't understand how the brain's tips come out
I'm so big and dominant I don't even fit in 20 Hall of Fames
Bring your crew do witchcraft or voodoo come with judo
But you know you fall short, don't insist, don't resist

Acknowledge kneel and say amen
Otherwise, you'll be eaten like the other chicks in my harem
If you say that Jack is wack in front of Sam
He'll spit in your face until you moan
He'll show you 700 hours of jam improvisations
Until you're completely surrendered and hysterical like a siren

Fuck, so don't try to mess with us, stress we face
You're at 150 I'm at 360 we just end up
Regret with this rap no one can stand you without salt
And without pepper if you don't have it don't try to invent
Many are bad, but you know you fall here

You spit words I do recitals
You weren't even walking you were already puffing rivals
Half of these Portuguese albums I would do freestyle
I sold 6000 without promo and a wack clip
I didn't even do concerts, but the feedback was thunderous
Even so, you say silly things like a kid
You're stupid you have nothing in your head like skinheads
I started without illusions, without expectations
I conquered populations with exclusive narrative they step on
But no one stops the patron of this offensive
This fuck to the radio I promote with saliva
I am the tone of the alternative I bring the sound of the living legend
I have the gift of rhyme Active I haunt non believers

You don't hang around here with those negative waves
Because I scare you with the blast of my warhead
Haters, they're all fucked up with the myth of the jack
Like I opened a bakery with rap money
That money comes from skill it didn't come for free
You with your skill can't even buy a carcass
And don't interrupt this saga listen to the bombs we drop
In your house see if you hide from this plague
Run away because we're like NASA probes
We detect only rubble remains

You're funny, like those ridiculous rappers
Who slander virile men anxious waiting to be answered
Jack I'm your fan you'll always be my idol
I just beefed you to get more known
And what nigga, you wanted me to give you an answer
Even if you came with your ass like a nigga's ex lady
Even if I were the referee and you were Pinto da Costa
Idiot you come to beef the virile with this shitty rap
See yourself nigga, you're shit no one cares about you

To beef with a nigga it had to be Pac oh giga
I don't put my dick in your wounded pussy
I don't even know how to swim, but I'm the best rapper
You better bring clubs knives stakes bullets
Because with bars to beef with the ditches you have to be suicidal
Raka, just from the booth you don't give a damn
You act like an acrobat you leave on a stretcher and broke homes
You're a parasite nigga you just spit miaka
Don't self-grass see if you clean that drool
Don't believe that I'm a revolutionary like Zapata
Go see the revolution I made in your goat's ass
She screamed I saw I know I'm a whore
Let go hurt me don't stop let go of the knife in my face
I saw let me suck your dick
Because my nigga just complains doesn't support me
You don't have the African style don't want to see with your lady
That shit is prigante
It's exciting you in this aspiring rap you wouldn't even be fat
With the stomach of the big bunt
Eloquent in baggy pants call me Obama dred
I would even be fat in the lady's stomach bete
I do Osama rap I don't do what fame asks
And I'm in bed to see how big your lady's tits are
You're already screwed, run away, leave and evaporate
Because it's time for the vampire leech
Now beg for help and memorize the slogan
Via the soundtrack of Portuguese rap
Vampire the soundtrack of Portuguese rap vampire, vampire