Rap Consciente

My father's death plunged me into alcoholism
You would succumb if you lived my disorder
They want me to make music in the midst of the cataclysm
I was close to the abyss with no return
Xeg, saw my aura dissolved
I won't say here what you did for me X
You saw my peace absorbed by wear
X, you saved my life, you know
I was silently living my misery
Funereal decadence like Decembers in Siberia
I saw your journey to the Pop universe
And how they messed up Hip Hop
Lots of breezes and springs sounds
I like love sounds but bro, you exaggerate
Act cute, show self-esteem
And end that music video with a kiss on the girl

F***ing cheesy
Prodigious for them, just another idiot for us
Chronic urge to be the proclaimed star
You want to be the most talked-about star, with the most popular music
You want to go from silent to supersonic ascension
With that symphonic salad of radio ballads
F***ing cheesy
You're the kind of excremental MC that I tear apart
As if culture had been bribed
We've been voiceless for a long time, ungoverned nation
Lyrics were grenades, now they're gangrenous
Dumb rap, we have no opinion on anything
Brothers in Angola persecuted for activism
Snapchat generation anchored in narcissism
3rd World War between the West and Jihadism
And we with rhymes of ostentation and materialism

Hip Hop on fire, I have to be the MC firefighter
Saying we're cheesy, sellouts, is flattering
Before you felt the thrill of our guerrilla rap
Now we make alliances with kizomba dancers
I observe the signs
And your prostitute style in those rituals
We just wanted to focus on rhymes and innovations
Now only concerned with views
You go viral, while you deceive
10 million views but who is viewing
Those same girls tied up in alienation
Desperate for attention, stripped on Instagram
You never achieve fame, you're just a guinea pig
Magazine covers, leave that to Maia
Leave the red carpet and that hustle
Golden Globes, leave that to Agata

I speak without moral superiority
In the past, I was also paradoxical at times
I lacked essence to maintain dissidence
I lacked cadence, firmness, coherence
But I'm back, to turn things around
Back to rebellious rap, ready for any clash
No ties, back to rap with balls
No defeats, back to combat rap
Back to nudity, back to rudeness
Back again to end so much silence
Back again with the feeling of Portuguese rap
No whys, death to bourgeois rap
Like a wizard, with the hood on my head
We used to rhyme poverty, now we rhyme luxury clothes
Too much soft rap, too much limp rap
No holding back, I'm back to dirty rap!