
Fusão Corrosiva : A fun Brazilian rap experiment for the Circuit
I decided to have fun with my take on Brazilian folklore, Saci is the chaotic trickster of the track. He represents movement, mischief, unpredictability and Brazilian folklore. His signature imagery is the one leg, red cap, smoke, whirlwind and Carnival. His personality is playful but dangerous, and his rap style is fast, stop-start, restless and unpredictable, like a whirlwind. The cuíca fits him perfectly because its laugh-like squeals can answer his bars. El Matador is my Death persona, chosen by San La Muerte, the representation of death as my research details as his avatar. Unlike Saci, he is calm, cold, precise and inevitable. He represents death, judgment, calculation and control. His imagery revolves around the Grim Reaper, the bullfighter, the arena, blood and the inevitability of death. His flow is slower and more deliberate, with deep, controlled delivery and industrial production underneath him. This track is meant to lead to them merging to form my persona, have fun with this circuit, basically I did some research with e and ChatGPT then wrote this track, to any Brazilians listenin, hope it shall be fun for you :)
INTRO Fuck this shit. Hmph, call it a circuit, then I'ma just break it Turn this into a whole different situation El Matador, does it like I do with weed Like Saci, I smoke, then breathe it all in The smell of death somehow still entertains me I still hit this shit with a— **Aqui é Sound Check, puta!** ## VERSE 1 — SACI Didn't I just kill it on a summer song? Then I do this shit like this, still a start and stop As in, I start hurricanes — then stop all your businesses Fuck bein' a One Man Studio, I'm a one-legged army Takin' over the space, spawnin' in, causin' confusion People think I'm still trickin', nah, they just trippin' Cross me, boy, you gon' wish that you didn't Pussy-ass **nika** still actin' like he is it Barbie lil' gangster Lil' fraudster People think I'm a monster Just up to mischief and horror They don't know they're the ones who unleashed this Unleashed me like a lion bein' walked by a poodle Gave me a notepad thinkin' I'ma just doodle 'Til the whole Carnival bleedin' red— “Mano, that's brutal.” Man, I'm done — time to put my red cap on it ## CHORUS Corrosion, corrosion Feels like my art is erodin' Thought that the last project would save us from this All it did was restore it Corrosion, corrosion I think my mind is still erodin' Tryna build it back but the damage keeps showin' Watchin' everything I love slowly corrodin' ## BRIDGE San La Muerte chooses you, El Matador, as his avatar. ## VERSE 2 — EL MATADOR Death is a funny thing It doesn't spare anybody from its harshest stings It don't give two fucks whether you're a beggar or a king At the end of the day, you still gotta kiss that ring Cold and calculated, like the karma that hits you later Stackin' figures for the death toll, movin' faster than your calculator Evisceratin' **hoes** with sheer lyrics, every bar a fuckin' danger To all you hypocrites who always stand in somebody else's favor Ignorin' the truth 'cause you know it might come back to haunt you later Throwin' actual art to the wolves, then cryin' out for a savior They scared of me 'cause I still move quicker Grim Reaper got a scythe, all I need is Brazilian culture — the cuíca When I'm comin' for your throat, tell your loved ones, “See ya” Don't worry, bud, it ain't like any of 'em are gonna miss ya Like nobody's missin' all these shots I'm throwin' at the wall, seein' which one sticks like a sticker Talk too much, baby, I won't hesitate to clip ya The hood so big, might as well think Matador's bulls be wearin' Nikes ## CHORUS Corrosion, corrosion Feels like my art is erodin' Thought that the last project would save us from this All it did was restore it Corrosion, corrosion I think my mind is still erodin' Tryna build it back but the damage keeps showin' Watchin' everything I love slowly corrodin' ## HOOK Death and tricks come together in a deadly mix Brazil lookin' up, better not blink, don't miss The result of it? The birth of a prince His name is Sound Check — yeah, he is the main event “Wait, what, I'm El Narrador, what's the twist?” Oh, just that this whole track was a flex for him Death and tricks combined, now look what they made Two spirits became one — now Sound Check has been raised ## VERSE 3 — SOUND CHECK You got weak-ass bars, weak-ass, fo' sho' Bruv, let's be honest, this my hit — where was yours? Oh yeah, it never existed, so do the only thing you good for Get down on all fours, my little cachorro I'm not gonna stop, though Put out *Spirits and Strangers* today Sure, nobody's even gonna hesitate Dislike-bomb me, tell me my sound got an expiry date Tell me success always be barrin' me from the Pearly Gates I will not hesitate to walk straight through the flames It's like throwin' my middle finger straight at fate Shit, I get off to it — keep throwin' me hate Bud, I'm on the Coastline, yo, at the end of yours So I suggest you shut the fuck up before I turn the Carnival Into a circus full of freaks, with me as the new arrival **“Papai, é ele — o freak da fusão, atração principal!”**