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Fencing Dodge

Talking too much sours the gum
Call an ambulance and teach this fool
To respect our principles
There’s more God to give than y’all in a chamberpot
Back in the day, words settled things out
An exchange of ideas
Respect was enough
Money is vile, uncle-managed, virile instincts
The AR-15’s loaded and the boys carry rifles
 
From Grajaú to Curuzú, for the immigration, my people are mules
My inspirations are Black Alien, Ferréz, not Tia Augusta
Minimal, lyrical verse from an oneiric universe
Every crook has an empirical knowledge
Rap is strong, better believe it, 'oui, Monsieur' (Yes, sir)
Perrenoud, Piaget, Sabotá: Enchanté (Enchanted/nice to meet you)
 
It’s 'cause I’m a son of Cearenses
The caatinga punishes and my people have hot blood
Get shipwrecked, follow the north star
By the blessin’s of Father Cícero and the lyrics of Edi Rock
Shutting the lunatics' mouths,
Because those who shower in hatred give off the scent of death
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your daughter to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your son to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for
 
A ball to kick, a country to sink
A generation that doesn’t just want weed to smoke
Milianos, bad smells and disillusion
Each baton is a whip to a trunk
Bushels, Brazilian latifundia
In showers of smoke, only vinegar quenches thirst
New packages for the same old interests
The Right’s hook turned the Left into fish
 
Osiris look after me, keep me away from Diabolyn
You don’t have a motorcycle, you don’t get to be in the photo
Mobylettes with dream motors
He tried to flee, I saw what happened
No helmet, he fell, God's help and carry on
 
It’s the fencing dodge, the forgotten tear
The color of my skin, I know, some criticize it
Because serpents are to apples
What the apple reflects to the media
Abel had a brother
But Cain had the malice
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your daughter to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your son to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting
 
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