Direto do Nada (part. Astucia Crew)

Straight from Nothing (feat. Astucia Crew)

I say what I do, I put life in the rough line
I review my steps, the market wants cunning product
Fruit of the bunch, it's not like a torch listening to promises
I'm tired of wasting saliva with a mind that doesn't process
I see what I say, think, proceed
I speak, I don't fight, I dispense illusion, fiction, it was never for me
Even if everyone sells out, let the voice of the hill die
I work in clever verses to try to change this shit
It's to try to change this mess, help, it's the moment
Take the kids off the street while there's still time
But the hustler goes fast because
I can assure you that the clock never remembers you
Never remembers that you live now
Is it fair 2 arms, 2 legs, and a head for 24 hours
Astúcia Crew and Haikaiss annihilate those who boast
Doesn't help? Get out of the scene and applaud me from outside
I don't test the journey of a brother through my ego
I protest in the beats and aggressive I don't rest
Without success, my job is lyrical progress
With the spirit discharged
I unload, I speak, come, but come knowing
That my body is closed and in the exchange there's fighting
There's no democracy, the deal is different, go see
Just where I come from living is pure poison
And my psyche is to break the apathy that wants to harm
They facilitate where they live, the snitches or I won't even show up
Because I'm not fake, I'm not one of those
Of vultures with sparrows who only think about corn
How many went with the intention, who hesitates in the mission
Who does nothing is the politicians, who screws is the citizen
Rubble, pollution, noise, ostentation, pride, alienation
And the world only wants money
Put on your capes to escape the barbs
Where they hide
Their lips that mock while sharpening knives
And for lessons, stages, hands prepare maps
Slaps hit me from where? I focus on the source
Because mists have already sucked up signs
Stopped bridges, old enthusiasm of full heads
Collecting grievances, I'm a bum of verses
That values the world, call me mute, I keep ignoring the cards
Crazy straight from nothing, empty bottle, vague poetry
But out of courtesy came what is bitter
Past moment, I remember the torment
And I already strengthen with the time that leaves me unharmed
And that leaves you not understanding anything, laughing at your own joke
While the drawer in the room remains messy
Complicated life, overloaded straight from nothing
Everything I expose is a vent to make up
What I lost when I won is what I gained when I lost
Progress for the brothers who run is crazy and complicated
So come with respect if you want to be respected
It's like cause and effect, action and reaction
Character makes a man, a beard on the face doesn't
There are some crazy people who don't understand the essence of the situation
That hustling is working and not living in the slums
I go underneath just firming up the top of the pyramid
With the thirst for victory and the appetite of Mohammed
And the sponsor is us, working, running, making beats, writing
Alive and living, knowing that you can't give corn
If the mic is my weapon, I don't hesitate to pull the trigger
I don't know how to rap to go down to the ground
Of those where the rhyme is just decoration
I prefer ideology, instead of choreography
You want a wagging tail? Then come to Axé Bahia
Because here it's a different story, if you're thinking
That we'll weaken, old man, you're mistaken
I'm just getting started preparing the ground
Limit only exists for those who think small
Get ready now it's time for the nightmare
Making even Freddy Krueger's hair stand on end
Some want to be millionaires to eat several models
I just want to be proud every time I look in the mirror
How many went with the intention, who hesitates in the mission
Who does nothing is the politicians, who screws is the citizen
Rubble, pollution, noise, ostentation, pride, alienation
And the world only wants money
Everything is nothing, there's nothing that erases what
My golden road will never end
Straight from nothing a drag on the dry raka
Questioning how long I have or how long I waste
At the moment of fainting the darkness consumes the eyes
For everything to become clearer, black cloud
Waiting for the despair of someone who walks calmly
Among us and we can't see him
Speaking of Lady Death, she has her own mysteries
To start from scratch we are returning to where we came from
What is life after faith moves mountains
Churches in every corner, bombarding campaigns
Heaven's kingdom is not a business, the good priest told me
Who was suspected of strange attitudes in yesterday's newspaper
Moment of fame nothing, any certainty? Nothing
What did I save for the moment of nothing? Nothing
The angels are also in extinction, created from nothing
Where in the city nothing remembers trash and trash remembers the ground