
Bico da Fome
π«οΌοΌ(Β΄γ»Ογ»ο½)οΌοΌπΆ ποΈ Lyrics Β© 2026 Jeno Dildone ****************************** [Instrumental Piano Solo β heavy 808 pulse, pouring rain, distant morro dogs barking] [Intro β rain and morro noise slams into beat] Beyond the morro hills, um bico scratched on paper Pouca grana promised by some faceless voice Target marked: o patrΓ£o in the rival morro Enemy of the crew that feeds me scraps [Build β distorted 808 kicks in hard] Soaked in mud and morro sewage water Meu ferro enferrujado tucked in my waistband T-shirt full of holes, flip-flops slapping wet One breath, one tiro, then maybe I eat tonight [Chorus β raw vocals, auto-tune, hard melody] Dirty cracked hands Gripping the rusted ferro tight "Puxa o gatilho, nΓ£o erra" A desperate voice whispered close to me [Beat Drop β massive 808 explosion, aggressive hi-hats, punchy kicks] [Verse 1 β triplet flow, Travis cadence, distorted 808] [*Dogs barking* β SFX slams into hi-hats] Rolled out late on a muddy morro path Laced with the only ferro I got, everything I need Dark becos twisting under the rain Concrete shacks rising, stretching out ahead [Break β half-time, crisp snares, tension builds] Early on, reading the shadows Barbed wire and guards blocking every way Moving forward on hunger alone Found the hole in the fence at last [Chorus 1 β hard auto-tune, punchy mix] Streetlights pouring through the gaps Right hand clutching the cheap ferro Loose dogs barking, rivals laughing in the yard Fear raining down like mud in my veins [Transition β 808 cuts to silence, single dry piano note] [Verse 2 β heavy sub-bass, slow deliberate flow] One back beco, crawling to the target's door Left hand on the gate, right on the trigger Old lock rusted, I kick it open wide I squint through the crack, corner of my eye [Build β tight low end, punchy kicks, tension peaks] Right foot steps in, body low and shaking Pull the gate shut, press against the wall Hinged on the fear, breathing ragged loud Dim bulb swinging on the dirty wall [Chorus 2 β distorted 808, aggressive hi-hats, falling sensation] Target turns β eyes lock, panic hits The whole yard freezes, time starts racin' Everything slows down, his last curse drifts past My finger squeezes, loud bang ripping the air [Break β 808 collapses, dead silence] [Bridge β dry piano, whispered raw vocals] Body drops hard, blood mixing with the mud I brace the kick β nowhere left to run Left hand checks, pulse gone for good A hollow thud rings out from deep inside his chest [Build β sub-bass crawls back in, barely above a whisper] Pitching back, scrambling through the fence Cheek scraping the concrete, heart pounding wild Legs giving out, crawl back to the path I came Bite down hard β slip into the morro night [Chorus 3 β hard-hitting drops, punchy mix, rain slams into beat] [*Dogs barking and rain* β SFX explodes into full beat] Ahead of me, the morro lights in the downpour Sirens playing distant against my ear Shouts echoing faint in the alleys I stop and let the sound of rain wash the blood off me [Beat Drop β massive 808 return, aggressive hi-hats, punchy kicks] [Outro β beat strips to dry piano, morro shack ambience] Morro skyline, rain on the tin roof slow The rival morro fading faint on the hill A stolen scooter crossing the muddy streets Watching it all from this shack I know too well [Chorus 4 β raw auto-tune, tight low end] A long walk home, dΓvida coming to an end Standing at my doorway for the first time The morro hills rolling far in the distance Stretching long from the dump to the sea [Break β dead silence, dry piano alone] [Finale β dry piano only, no reverb, no shimmer] Unchanged from that day Two hours gone, I found my way back Rain still pouring through the tin roof holes A chain of muddy footprints, one after another Blood washing down like a shower from the wound Um cartucho gasto clinging to my pocket Still here [Instrumental Piano] [Fade Out β dry, tight, silence] [End] ************************ πΆοΌοΌ(Β΄-Ο-ο½)οΌοΌπ«

