Expurgo

[Diomedes Chinaski]
On one side a young audience
Damn depoliticized mass
Sometimes so radical, but
Theoretical basis nothing
I never envied anyone
I actually attacked the structure
A big risky maneuver
Like Bukowski in literature
Chinaski, the apprentice
Son of Lula, not of Ustra
Was I unlucky to attack MCs? No!
I questioned the industry!
Straight from the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto!
Wealth for the ghetto
Wealth for the blacks
A better and fairer life!
The brothers are dying for a pair of shorts
A cap, a pair of sneakers
Sad, right? Do you want to kill each other?
Then kill Michel Temer!
In 2009 and I'm doing this
I still have a huge career ahead of me
And if you think I don't think this is a commitment
I will prove that I am greater than you think!
I'm bigger than Facebook, Instagram and Tumblr!
The internet mess is generating hype
In these streets my friends really die
And the singing poet is an escape valve
No time to talk water, bitter path
I finally see a way out of the agony!
I just know that from now on I can handle the load!
More than music, this shit is a life story!

[Nissin]
Hey jow! (Oh!)
Fear, clarity and power
Fear is the first step
That occupies the shining space in front of you that doesn't let you see
Lack of fear is also dangerous
Forget the thorn when you hold the rose
Hold the accelerator in the winding curve
Crazy life, hard life, crazy life
Clarity illuminates
Gives you confidence in rhymes
But too much clarity also blinds
And that's usually what determines
Clarity comes when fear passes
That's why geniuses go crazy so early
Clarity brings power
To see everything through your mirror
(THE!)
Everything changes with power
You can go, you can have
Everyone will hear you, and want you too
And others will plot to be able to fuck you
But wanting is not being able, only if it is with love
That's why power is transformative
Bringing the water that waters the flower
Don't come throw your shit at my fan!
Unbending purpose, unshakable spirit
Incomprehensible instinct, unquestionable character
Miracles happen on the edge of the impossible
How does water pierce stone, but is also malleable?
Like invisible wind with incomparable strength?
Like a flammable fire around the fuel
It's easy to be fearsome, it's hard to be kind!
I saw the effort of the brothers
To make the dream possible
Don't spit in other people's plates
Growing up like this is much harder
How Beethoven was deaf
And did he compose great symphonies?
How crazy Dali was
And did he paint great masterpieces?
If I'm going to talk bad about someone
I speak ill of politicians!
From the school and hospital system
Which remains in critical condition
Didn't you see how Tupac ended up?
You guys want to be Notorious
The internet gangsters
They saw laboratory rats

[Rapadura]
Have mercy, my lord, they know not what they do!
Have mercy, my lord, they know not what they do!
Have mercy, my lord, they know not what they do!
Have mercy, my lord, they know not what they do!

[Bacchus Exu of the Blues]
Exu opens the way
You say he's a villain!
Heroes die of overdoses while I breathe, motherfucker
I'm going to be a villain!
Make MCs into deities!
I have debts to pay, fuck your vanity!
Fuck your backstage
Fuck your vanity!
They laughed at my accent, Suicide was not an attack
It was a fuck you to the public
These kids aren't real, damn it!
They're not real!
They love MCs, not hip-hop!
Do you love rap? Prove it!
In 1999 Lauryn Hill was already thinking of me singing 99,999
May my verse touch you in some way
But, you bitch, don't you ever touch me!
Focus, before it suffocates you!
Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar
Be the damage
Kill Caesar, celebrate at the Roman Pass
My brothers fuck with war
And she's getting sick!
Favela is menstruating!
And I'm getting tired
Sick of giving the saint a sip
I'm my own saint, so this is my sip
I swallow the alcohol and the alcohol swallows me!
Listen to me or give me another drink!
Rap makes me
And I rap until he slits my throat
Or give me another sip!
Rap, I'm not your enemy
Nowadays fan boys would masturbate on xvideos watching the crucifixion of Christ
I am Bahia, black, I am Salvador, but I am not your Christ!
Rap, I'm black, I'm a Savior, but I'm not your Christ!

[Rapadura]
Before you vomit over the voice
Engunha, boy! Ask for blessings from the northeasterners who are your parents and grandparents!
Before burping on the executioner
Swallow this anthem to the regency of the clandestines in the capitals in the afterglow
Vital points of the Capibaribe backlands
My crystals come from the sheets in Beberibe
Who guarantees that rap and its mouth
It came from your channels
If in the backlands, back there
Did they drain into Jamaica and the Caribbean?
I contest the context of the past, arriégua!
I move the axis, the outcome, the text devours
No truce!
I put life in lines
My oratory here breaks the rule
I submit your glory and put all history in a league
Like an old school belly ball
I'm now between the artery and the pain whenever it incorporates
What comes from outside is cool, for us it's current fashion
But before that, there was already the repente, the prose and the viola
Now here they promote the ignorance of our
Saying that drought and poverty are just evils, historical factors
Involve intolerance and wreckage
Neglect incites chimera
Incinerate matter and folklore rumors
I built your concrete and lived in the abstract
I raised your roof and your air of disregard
That takes it out on me!
I lost my son and grandson in my wooded area
I lost all affection, experiencing mistreatment
There is nothing that pays your bill
I'm a bird between traffic lights
Faster than the rise of the barbarians
And the wedge slopes
Tearing apart the diaspora
Content rougher than the backlands and the arids
By Euclid da Cunha
Remember those conversations
I told you that inertia would only play the opposite trick
For good performances
I cross crossroads
I am the promise payer, I have already paid them all
And to this day I still pay for the gifts I have
For coming from where I come from and having a flat head
It's a lot of intelligence, the mind is small, part of it is flattened
They leave me empty-handed, I win the challenge
My writing is abundant food for the soul and I lack nothing
Nothing holds me back!
I am a native beast of the tidal gap
And I have my paw active on the ground of Assaré
Your rhyme comes from the city under construction
I have no education, nor art, my rhyme is part of the works of creation
It would be very presumptuous to say that I represent the northeast
The cause is much bigger than the zip code and rap
I am just fertilizer for the celestial bodies that the earth wears here
You made me hot like the wilds of the masters
If Brazil is a tree, let it expose its matrix!
Northeast breaks the marble because it has always been its root!
Denying this is stupidity and foolishness for an entire country!
No hearsay because after that there is no more diss!