Whindersson Nunes Full Live Performance Walkout Ft. RAPadura | Kingpyn Semi Finals

Whindersson Nunes's Official Walkout for the Kingpyn High Stakes Tournament Semi Finals.
Stayed Tuned For The Finals and Head Over To The Kingpyn Socials For The Matchups
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[@lukehoad6043]

Didn’t understand a word but it was still cold 😂😂

[@sameenajahangir5619]

Completely agree

[@quickman2663]

That's a message only to be heard by the Portuguese speaking people. I'm not one of them though, so i'm not sure.

[@RWL.Dilsum]

Epic

[@endresonfilmesproducoes522]

Como que eu ainda não tinha visto isso man.😢 "Taca o pau doido!" Rapadura e Whind

[@Sahil.0100]

Bro the rapping was tooo good

[@GoldnApeKing]

The energy, the beat and even though i didn't understand a word the performance was amazing. It got me pumped. What's the song?

[@joshturner7400]

Following, need to know this song!

[@GoldnApeKing]

@@joshturner7400 Rapadura- Norte Nordeste Me Veste

[@thetruesquad5059]

​@@GoldnApeKinglove how you asked then ended up giving someone who replied to you the answer

[@GoldnApeKing]

@@thetruesquad5059 Took me a while to find since no one answered me.

[@zakmason4661]

Not a clue what was said .. absolute vibes though 🤝🏼🥶

[@robertzeferinoaltos]

The Northeast is poetry God when he made the world, he made everything with primacy Forming heaven and earth covered with fantasy To the south he gave wealth, to the plateau, beauty To the northeast, poetry Rip from east to west, like the plague from south to southeast I am rough rap, north-northeast, epidermis wears I tear clothes from the few truths from the frosted images Breaking plates and mouths, with tapas I kill these flies Here! I put seals with backs, I spill phrases, attacks I throw charques at the bases of my accents Oxe! They want to clog our headphones by repeating names Playing your clones step away from the mics They bring a low level, for weak singles, registration stars I don't follow your tracks, denied stepfathers City denied as a stepmother, stepchildren no longer drag Those orphans with precatas, enough! No one else draws I put on my straw hat. I go to battle With strength I grab the hoe, it sticks in my shrouds I had to run faster than you to reach my turn. Claw with sharpness, rigidity made me a peasant monster It exerts influence, tendency, in living in destiny beliefs If they admit it, they are clandestine, if they refuse, they are not from the Northeast Ashamed of what they are, production without self-expression Get away from creation, you will die because you are copies I don't see the plague goat only in Rio and São Paulo Only frestyleiro in the northeast don't want to be repentistas They reject woodcuts, the cordel that is literature Those who don't have culture will never know what rapadura is

[@uluulu7]

@@robertzeferinoaltos mano você traduziu Rapadura ahahaha mt massa!! parabéns vei tmj

[@BaboonBalloon679]

I heard a conspiracy that Kingpyn gave Nunes free tickets, honestly wit how broke Kingpyn is I wouldn’t doubt it because there is no way Kingpyn went broke with a arena with that energy

[@eltonnascimento7043]

BRASIL

[@whitewhite3977]

Whindersson the best

[@Quifixn]

Someone translate it pls

[@RobertaSchneider]

Lyrics The Northeast is poetry God, when he made the world, made everything with primacy Forming heaven and earth covered with fantasy To the south he gave wealth, to the plateau, beauty To the northeast, poetry I tear from east to west, like the plague from south to southeast I'm rap wild, north-northeast, epidermis wears I rip clothes off the few truths of frosted images Breaking plates and mouths, with slaps I kill these flies Here! I put seals with backs I spill phrases, attacks I throw charques at the bases of my accents Oxe! They want to clog our headphones repeating names Reproducing their clones move away from the microphones They bring a low level, for weak singles, stars of registrations I don't follow their tracks, denied stepfathers City denied as a stepmother, stepchildren no longer drag These orphans with precatas, enough! No one else draws I put on my straw hat. I go to battle With strength I grip the hoe, it sticks in my shrouds I had to run faster than you to reach my turn Claw with sharpness, rigidity made me a peasant monster It exerts influence, tendency, in living in destination beliefs If they admit it, they are clandestine, if they deny it, they are not from the Northeast Shame on what they are, production without expression If they distance themselves from creation, they will die because they are copies I don't see the plague goat only in Rio and São Paulo Only in the Northeast, they don't want to be repentistas They reject woodcuts, the cordel that is literature Those who don't have culture will never know what rapadura is It was our hands that raised the concrete, the buildings The ceilings, the manifestos, I don't want more intermediaries I want direct access to radios, open stages Innovate in protest projects, throw fetuses Listening! The city only exists because we came before In the pain of these migrants with sweat and Rapadura immigrant blood, I come from the mill. I tear up the cane fields I put the north, northeast, the people at the top of the festivals, take it! Hey, northerner, grab this cause you brought Northeastern, grab the culture that dresses you I say north, you say northeast North, northeast, north, northeast Hey, northerner, grab this cause you brought Northeastern, grab the culture that dresses you I say north, you say northeast North, northeast, north, northeast My sisters, my brothers Assume yourselves as you really are Don't let your matrixes May your roots die due to lack of irrigation Being from the North and Northeast, my fellow countrymen, is not being dry or from the coast. It's having a destiny in our hands that is never clandestine for metropolitan outcomes. I devastate the galleries so cold, I spit spellings on roads I spread offspring on lines, trails, discographies I drag lps, eps, cds, dvds Caches, clichés, deafness, you? Not this time! I crush boycotts, stanzas in large sizes cut in flogs Poor poets in piles shock hip pops Ferocious verses in voices give death to top blogs Suddenly strong from the north shakes in galloping trots I put the tangled tape of the mill in state notes I break fakes, embellishments, shit on mix tapes I block these axes I leave them without food Other people do bad things in the media And those radio stations that don't publicize the works created And in our states, overcrowded listeners is what produces Contracts that pay for forced events with dishes on canned food Plagiarism will be trapped with this couscous I go to the extreme I commit myself to agronomic work I squeeze everything I have from the mill to the autonomous field Together we make demos, anonymous oxygens Not twin phenomena, homogeneous homonyms Dear outsiders, agrarians are the creators Diaries with their labors contrary to import Our authors are rare, support for farmers Limestones for thinkers, preparation for incitement I'm coconut and I make cocada embolada cake on the spot My speech is the bullet of now, it's dawn and dawn Cutting the sky from the road, out of nowhere I do everything With a hoe I hone this world and in the study I make a home I'm sweet from the mills and I come with that sweetness I contain pure poetry, I have plenty of rhymes Drawing our culture from above and not from below Don't you know what a macho goat is? I introduce myself, Rapadura I spank your baggy pants with vacancies for freshmen I find the sound of Gonzaga strange, my leather sandal That crushes cicadas, beetles, kills in breeding grounds My people the greatest treasure, lasting regional love I recite the riverside ones, the sea below in experience A north with this essence does not see this competition They are so equal, I heard several and thought it was just one If in the northeast there is no good group, there is nowhere, take it! Hey, northerner, grab this cause you brought Northeastern, grab the culture that dresses you I say north, you say northeast North, northeast, north, northeast Hey, northerner, grab this cause you brought Northeastern, grab the culture that dresses you I say north, you say northeast North, northeast, north, northeast The northeast is poetry It touched mother nature with all its philosophy It made the sun and the moon, the hot sun and the cold moon To the south there was plenty, to the center, agriculture To the northeast, poetry