Ataque Lírico

Sending the phrase without any intention of coherence, cohesion, or grammar
Respecting the phonetics of the phrases
Immersed in the daily grind, I speak without hypocrisy
And the art spread among society without malice
And the truth distorted without fulfilling insight
Filthy, uniformed pigs do what they can
So stop, don’t shoot if there’s a Rasta
Smoking and inhaling the smoke of wisdom
Forests and dark alleys hide the struggles
Reflecting the outcome of corrupt power
I know it’s in my hands the chance to change
In the battle, I keep moving forward, if I fall, I cling to Jah
If I stop to smoke for no reason, I won’t be there
If I’m crazy, my brother, who should I respect?
Believing, I won’t lack the will
To stand up to those who try to ignore me
Addiction hitting, I’ll go where the wind blows
The curve on the muddy street without cement
Problems for a long time, rebelling against the government
In your reality spreading fear
I don’t know if that’s the term, but kids start young
And they shoot anyone in front of them, that’s the cost
I don’t know if it’s worth it for the addiction, but I’m thrown
Like trash by the shit of the legislative power
And they make the laws to keep me silent on serious matters
Clarified facts are not the twisted facts
In your face, ragged, I laugh and move on
Representing my city, which is Rio

Talks but doesn’t act, promises but doesn’t deliver
You’ll fall into contradictions with the words of the father
Maybe you don’t even know what peace means anymore
But they’re killed by children in search of capital

The alternative hip-hop straight from the river
With vocabulary and feeling, never a freak-out, lyrical attack

Verbal knockout to the epiglottis
In the gallop of the scam, drop the bait, you’re fucked
Can’t spit, our death comes, fuck, run, explode
Don’t look around, it’s not easy, stick, score 9, roll
We all have a hustle, no one’s a lord
Fuck your car, your chain, and the Nike Shocks
Along with the IBOPE, 'cause today I woke up hungover
So, babe, pay for a blunt
And what comes from my head are fruits of the mirror
Of the red blood from the journey of my whereabouts
Done, I sit, stop, think, lie down, write, see, and read
Some I like, some I hate
And I don’t give a damn if someone thinks I’m ugly
Rio de Janeiro, true rap

Lust, bravery, rural watch, narrow
Inverted reality, world upside down
And more images, some gates of Christ, corrupted, regretful
Not knowing what was said to them before the shot
Afternoon instant noodles and the bold one
I don’t smoke fine, and the bong is my best friend
I find it sinister when I’m without it, I can’t resist
Just gotta roll a joint, my buddy, to chill
Morning cold, I feel the morgue creeping in
Repeated, colorful, I breathe the emotion
Clinical, surgical, reflection of the union of sound
Evolution of resistance, excellence clear in the gift
Bread to feed the masses and water to hydrate the people
I contaminate new military power for everyone
Even being hoarse, persistent, I act against the pig
What ignorance, decaying, and the slaughter on your face
I don’t know if crazy in the face or just crazy
It’s that I’m crazy from crazy, that’s my face
Injected into the primordial, dangerous periodic chromosomes
Militias, robust diagnosis, detained by the police
Ignorance of the lost bullets, those who shoot die
In adventures gone by, escapes without alternatives
Intimidate the patrol, retreat in the dead-end street
Run from this fight, bitch, that’s on the corner
Your life is self-esteem, struggling for your daughter
What irony, being filmed, so smile
Look at Barra, how beautiful it is, but it’s not clean
In this line, just the shit from politicians and their records
Who’s an example for the family is the one who steals and intrigues us
Stay on the path, brother, without causing any rift
Slingshot is ineffective, in this case, it’s the vermicide
In favor of legalization, ConeCrewDirectoria
Experiencing the facts in a crazy way, the Recreio dos Bandeirantes
It’s trying to shut the mouth of those who drink coke but are addicted to glue
Doesn’t go to school, doesn’t point, eats because it steals
Pass outside the slang, this way when the box thickens
No one shows up to lend a hand, it’s tough
But I know it bothers you, don’t be scared
If the rhyme at the moment, my buddy, suffocates you
Your idiot face can’t be traded for life in your bets
Your door you kick from the mess of the route
Cultivating innocence, transparency in your garden
Don’t run away, 'cause only a fool abandons the boat
Ride, driver, our plant ignites, explodes
Atomic bombs, holy wars, macumba, Ubanda
Our Lady, pray, who sings away their ills, they can shave my head
But the dreads are from the soul, and the smoke of certainty transmits calm
Saints, athletes guilty of karma on a bike ride
From the playground to Lapa, smoking the hit, passing the gum ball for
Rapa, words shot out in an abstract way
Contradicting many who would never give anything
It’s better to stay alert while this doesn’t end
Union of the people, legalized society

Talks but doesn’t act, promises but doesn’t deliver
You’ll fall into contradictions with the words of the father
Maybe you don’t even know what peace means anymore
But they’re killed by children in search of capital

Grinding like crazy, grinding when there’s a uniform
I stop when there’s a woman and a joint rolls
Fact is, I’m already tripping
Living in my time zone
I silence those who need to be silenced
I speak when necessary, I don’t kill
Even though I live like a rat
But I don’t turn to trash looking for a favor
A rooster, I pick, I leave, I spend
But the next day I’ll have to be saved
I don’t want money, fame, greed, booze, a yacht, just my dinner
A mantra, the pain in the ass, we band
ConeCrew, my demand
My only hope
Without abundance on this road I’m hitchhiking
I just want THC, don’t want crack
Before I get high, I prefer to fill my belly
Could be even with colorful instant noodles