[Intro: Baco Exu do Blues]
Aah!

[Verse 1: Baco Exu do Blues]
I’ll stop at a gas station to buy a pack of Marlboro
Look at my face son, and hold back your tears
My ancestors used to bath themselves with gold
Look at my skin, it glows, you fool
Look at my face, son, and hold back your tears
My ancestors used to bath themselves with gold
Look at my skin, it glows, you fool

[Bridge: Baco Exu do Blues]
I’m the most hated black man you will ever see
I’m the most hated black man you will ever see
I’m the most hated black man you will ever see
I’m the most hated black man you will ever see
I’m the most hated black man you will ever see
I’m the most hated black man you will ever see
Aah!

[Verse 2: Baco Exu do Blues]
I don’t bow my head down, I won’t obey you
Be a pet black man? I would rather die
Lil’ master I do punch, never was the type to run away
Close your eyes I saw God be born
I saw myself being born, I saw you being born
So free, police can’t even arrest me
Your words won’t offend me
Turn the lights off, try to understand me
Feel Africa to understand me
Fuck to the maximum to understand me
As long as you have a limit, you won’t understand me
Every black leader is killed, can you understand?
I’ve been receiving letters saying:
“You are the next one, you are the next one, you are the next one”
[Chorus: Bibi Caetano & DKVPZ]
Now I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
Being black is not only about skin
Something that jewelers understand
My culture is what moves me
I’m the explanation to those who can’t feel it
Ei, ei, ei, ei, ei, ei, ei, ei
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
[Verse 3: Baco Exu do Blues]
Jesus, I beat Jesus
When I saw him crying, screaming, saying
That he wanted to be white, to straighten his hair
And put contacts on to be just like
The image you all created!
On stage like Michael Jackson
We play the rap game like Michael Jordan
Y’all call these guys geniuses, but...
They only say the obvious
Why do rappers pray for me to stop rapping?
Everything I listen to sounds the same, I’m tired of rap
I died as a rapper on “En Tú Mirá”
Came back as Bluesman
And now I feel good, good, good

Why do white people love to call the police?
Why do black people look at me so maliciously?
Why do we learn to hate each other?
Your jealousy doesn’t allow me to be like how I used to
If success annoys you, then I’m an annoying guy
Don’t call me “pretty negro”, “smart negro”, “well-behaved negro”
Just call me “important person”
Your label can’t touch my poetry
I’m the Kanye West of Bahia
Your labels can’t touch my poetry
I’m the Kanye West of Bahia
Your labels can’t touch my poetry
No, no, no they will never touch it
I’m the Kanye West of Bahia