A Pior Música do Ano (part. Djonga)

Songs are like psychic letters
Humans are questions, all the right ones are answers
Nothing protects your back, not even knives
They never denied you water
Always offered you drugs

When I talked about the cash
I meant to talk to an idiot
About the things that Rap pays for
And what Grandma Mafalda buys
Every time you cry
Rap is only for those who can take it
You just want to have fun
So grab your allowance and buy a ball

There's a crew that comes from the hood, come see where I'm living
In the morning, a black lady strolls with a white baby
Where I came from, the lady came and she’s the only one who says good morning
Here in the building, I'm the only one during the day
At night, there's the doorman

I'm an artist and the Bohemia
Makes me wake up at noon
Playing Martinho da Vila
Dysrhythmia
Just an analogy to a lyric being created
And it's less important than the handwriting

Sarcasm is my disease and my weapon against tyranny
Call the cops, all this rage is now poetry
Remember what I said
Before everything I would be
You laughed
This isn't for weak men, I wouldn't recommend it

Some of us found, and some of us lost
And the key to the mystery
Is riddles in books

Some of us the keys, some of us sold out
And the key to the mystery
Is metaphors in books

The competition is unfair
I'm Brown, you're Benny
Your Rap is like rice and beans
Mine's lasagna with penne
But I've moved past the phase of wanting to prove the size of my dick
Spicy in the hood ain't Denis, so be less!

Respect the father
'Cause the enemy falls
The enemy loves to throw shade!
I'm Dalai
Lama
Keep the fame
I want cash
But not for pussy
I want money
To make history
And I want cash!

In Guns n' Roses
I prefer the guns to the roses
Beautiful, the weak enjoy and don’t know how you enjoy
It's a big hit!
Little film like Hitchcock

If I'm Zagallo
Cut off your ear
Like Van Gogh

Be Basquiat
Don't be DiCaprio
Learn to read by reading bell hooks
Not reading a menu!
Traffic drugs
Rob banks
Don't be a petty thief
I meant Da Vinci
Europeans are like Leonardo DiCaprio

I found the answer to barbarism today
Hotwheels boys
Only girls play with Barbie!
The boys want to be thieves
Grow up, become cops
Didn't change the profession
Just what they ask you to wear!

And I took years
To write this here
But it all happened in one day
That I wrote this here
And I took years to understand this here
But if Freud rhymes first
You won't hear this here!

They tried to kill me and it wasn't just once
You tried to erase me and I erased you
You wanted to tire me out and I got tired of you
You didn't win a single one from me, customers, you’re customers!

And, my people suffer as the state falls
In a pool of blood, who escapes the line?
My people bleed as the state falls
The tsunami is coming, we’re gonna die on the beach

Some of us killed
Some of us dead
Dirty cops
Murder my friends
Some of us high
Some of us lost
Many of us silent
Those who speak sound like criminals!