Tony Mariano - É o Bicho

Ramonzin -- De pai pra filho

Tô tranquilão com meus moleques
Deitado não chão da sala 
Não preciso de mais nada 
Só lápis, papel...

Hoje o dindo mandou uma caixa de faber castle
Davi fez avião, E matheuzin pintou o céu com azul
Depois agente corre pra mostrar pro tio Du
Os desenhos na porta da geladeira 
Ô Brown, busca o Malcon na mãe dele

Que hoje nós vai dar role
Aqui na pista de Madureira
É pressão a missão 

Relação e o som 
Ou então ex mulher
Sei coé da pensão, porra

Nem deu tempo de ensaiar né jou
Meu tempo pra ensaio é a caminho do show
Reuniões a qualquer hora já não rola 

Por que agora...
Tenho que levar os lek na escola
Minha rotina é foda cê vê

Várias batidas pendente e letras pra fazer
Você vai conhecer quem sou 
Adiantando um rango pros menó comer

Então não vem com papo de rap no amor, sem cachê
Por que...
A matemática mais fácil de entrender

Se eu tô pra trabalhar 
Também tô pra receber

Ref. (Scratchs)
Plante uma árvore, tenha filhos, escreva um livro
Reproduzindo essa cronologia no que eu vivo

Tive os meus e com nossas mãos
Plantamos um pé de feijão
E um livro da minha vida em forma de Rap

Cargo vitalício, não dá pra correr disso 
Pra tu ser primo, tem que ser bom no ofício
E é isso...

Pais e filhos ou filhos e pais
Ensinando que eu aprendo mais
Eu conto meus dramas, eles contam as alegrias
Cada um pelo outro, isso chama harmonia
Geladeira vazia, as vezes...Alguns dias

Função super pai quem vem lá "Correria"
Crianças são puras 
E nós nas mais duras lições vemos que eles

Na maioria das vezes estão certos
São meus parceiros, com eles faço planos
Ontem era pai hoje me chamam de mano

Hoje eu sou mal feitor
E vocês tem a missão 
De trazer na espada o coração do dragão

Quem sou eu, pra tirar toda essa criação
Criança tem o dom, de sonhar
Sonho bom...

De Pai Pra Filho - Ramonzin 2013

Garota 420 - Fernando Hotzz Part.Modesto

Spliff Rap - Erotica Part. Ber Cartel MCs E Luccas Carlos

This story, it's something else, heavy and real painful. It's about Tío Juan, "Juan Sabas Torres Monterola" you can find his Facebook, it's still up, even though he's gone. This narrative, it's deep, straight from the gut, about the realest man I knew.

It starts mad sad. You picture sad strings, a soft piano like a ghost, crickets and sirens in the distance, like in Caricuao. My voice is almost a whisper, telling him, "From the soul, from the pain that won't shut up." Then, out of nowhere, screams, "Tío Juan!" It's intense.

Then you get a picture of Juan Sabás, from Barlovento, from Sarría. King of stories, with his pipe and mad style. More women than a castle, body of Adonis, angel smile, mad sex appeal, no fear, no limits. A 300% man, no filter. A father to many, a friend to have fun with.

He was Julia Monterola's oldest, my mother's brother. Always giving wisdom with flavor and love. Brother to Mayíta and all his sisters, always laughing at every BBQ. He had the biggest car, the funniest jokes, the soul of the party, a divine godfather. But life, it doesn't play favorites. It killed two of his sons, Máikel and Harold. What a grievance. He was hurting.

Then it's just silence, distant gunshots, an echo. My voice cracks, asking, "Who gives a father his kids back? Who takes away the pain of seeing your sons die?" And then his brother, Tío Humberto, cries out "Níche!" that's what they called him "and now what?" It's heavy.

That's where the rage kicks in. You feel the aggression in my voice. It was his own daughter, with her dirty boyfriend, for a few measly dollars. They choked him out in his sleep, no chance to scream. The most handsome Black man, gone, couldn't even get up. You hear the choking sounds, the muffled screams, then silence, his heartbeat fading. I'm asking, "Who has the balls to talk about this shit? Where's the justice for this sinister tragedy?" I'm Javier, saying it because nobody else dares. They're scared, but my soul isn't backing down.

This part, it's my weak spot. Sad piano, rain falling. I'm telling you, "Forgive me, Tío Juan, I didn't call you that time." I thought there was time. His last call, his voice tired, and me, like an idiot, thinking about my workday. The pain doesn't fit in my chest. I failed him, my godfather. The family knows there's nothing to be done, revenge doesn't bring back yesterday.

Then the mood gets dark, grave, street echoes, and you hear Afro-Venezuelan drums. My voice is firm, nostalgic, reflective. He was the most handsome Black man in Sarría, dancing salsa with joy. Had kids everywhere, gave love without conditions. But they snuffed him out like a candle, like a betrayal hidden behind a smile. Yeniré, enough, tell the truth, no fear. The family knows, the soul's on fire. No justice for such a big soul, no forgiveness for killing the one who uplifted you most. But we're here, telling his story, so the world knows he lived with glory.

It ends with drums, distant laughs, and the sound of a pipe being lit. My voice is soft again, "Rest in peace, Tío Juan... Your story isn't erased... Your soul lives on in the rumba..." And then that last scream, "Juan Sabáás!", fading in pain. It's truly heavy.

Juan Sabás

Black Juan

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“A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown against the window.”

"Um conceito é como um tijolo. Ele pode ser usado pra construir um tribunal da razão. Ou pode ser jogado através da janela."

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