Será que alguém vai ouvir isso aqui?
By jegasus on February 11, 2024 3:22 pm
Hey there, Weekly Peeps! This week I'm changing things up, but I'm also not. Let me explain: I decided to try my hand at writing a rap in my native tongue, Brazilian Portuguese. I even tried to make the beat sound somewhat samba-like and all. This one doesn't have much comedy - I think I need to make a more concerted effort to write goofy shit next time around. The tune is super simple and a couple of the rhymes don't exactly land. If I had more time I'd polish a few sections a bit more, like finding words that fit the timing marginally better here and there, or re-recording my delivery, which I flubbed a couple of times. But having said all that, I don't find this awful! I think there's a kernel of something really fun here and I want to explore more stuff like this in the future.
I think I'm enjoying the workflow I've found for matching lyrics with vocal performances on the M8: I create a basic beat on the M8, render a couple of loops out, put them on Reaper, record the vocals on my computer while listening to the beat, export a stem of just the vocals, move them back to the M8 and then sequence the whole thing on the M8 itself.
Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy listening to weird shit! Hahahahaha...
Abraços, galera!
--EDIT--
I've translated the lyrics into English, which you can find below.
The translation sounds VERY weird, because I'm trying to toe the line between being literal and faithful to the structure of the original, and also conveying more of the **feeling** and **meaning** of what I was going for in the original.
› Lyrics (PT-BR)
‹ Lyrics (PT-BR)
Falaí rapaziada
jegasus no controle
Chega aqui mais que eu te explico
Como domina o Phone
De ouvido dessa galera
Que não costuma ouvir
O português menos ainda
Num lugar como esse aqui
"Brasil colônia" é o caralho
Agora é nós que domina
O mundo lusófono exportando
A nossa língua e mais ainda
A nossa exportação
Começou com pau Brasil. E aí?
Aí virou monocultura
Açucareira, mon ami
Uma mancha terrível
Na história desse país
É o passado escravocrata
Dos capitalistas vis
"jegasus como você pode
Fazer rimas desse jeito?"
É tudo fácil é só parar
De tentar ficar perfeito
"jegasus como voce pode
Fazer uma rima dessas?"
Sim parece assustador
Mas eu te explico sem pressa
Assim que você tiver
A coragem que requer
Você vai virar mestre mor
A hora que você quiser
"Mas como assim" eu te ouço
Começando a perguntar
Não é óbvio? Vou ter mesmo
Que sentar e te explicar?
O segredo é que não tem
Segredo porra nenhuma
Senta bunda e vai criando e
Chega uma hora que alguma
Coisa minimamente
Decente vai ter que sair
Dos seus dedos e mente
Brilhante cheios de açaí
Eu não quero ouvir
Ninguém vir dizendo pra mim
Que rap merda tá na moda
Que é da hora ser ruim
Tudo que eu faço é
Ultra mega fucking cringe
Não importa quanta gente
Me elogia eles só fingem
Que curtem as minhas merdas
Porque sou bonzinho demais
Ninguém quer falar a verdade
Que ninguém aguenta mais
› Lyrics (EN-US)
‹ Lyrics (EN-US)
Whats' up folks,
jegasus is taking the wheel
Come a little closer and I'll explain
How to take control of
The headphones of these folks
Who aren't used to
Portuguese, especially
In places like these
"Brazil, the Colony" my ass
Now we're the ones dominating
The Portuguese-speaking world
Exporting our language and even more
Our exports started off
With the Paubrasil red wood. Then what?
Then it turned into
Sugarcane monoculture, my friend
A terrible stain
On the history of this country
Is the slave-owning past
Of its vile capitalists
"jegasus how can you
Rhyme like this?"
It's easy, all you have to do
Stop trying to make it perfect
"jegasus how can you
Rhyme like this?"
Yeah, it looks kinda scary,
But I'll explain it to you in a jiffy
As soon as you have
The courage that's needed
You'll turn into the master of masters
Whenever you want
"But how?" I can hear you
Starting to ask
Isn't it obvious? Am I really
Going to have to explain?
The secret is that
There is no fucking secret at all
Just sit your ass down and start creating
At some point, something
Minimally decent
Is bound to come out
Of those açaí-covered
Fingers and mind of yours
I don't want to hear
Anybody telling me
That shitty raps are "in"
Or that it's trendy to suck
Every single thing I do is
Ultra mega fucking cringe
It doesn't matter how many people
Compliment me, they're just faking it
Saying they like my shit
Because I'm too nice
No one wants to tell me the truth
That no one can stand me anymore
Thank you so much!!!! Hopefully I'll get some more inspiration throughout the year and make more weird stuff like this, hahahahaha...