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Portagee
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Portagee was released on February 24, 2023 by De Medeiros LLC as a part of the album Portagee - Single
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Release DateFebruary 24, 2023
LabelDe Medeiros LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr J Medeiros
Mr J Medeiros
Performer
dj prizewell
dj prizewell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lawrence Flores Ligad Jr.
Lawrence Flores Ligad Jr.
Composer
Jason Christopher Medeiros
Jason Christopher Medeiros
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tigerz
Tigerz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Poor-ta-gee poor-ta-gee
My bisavô hit the shore to be
The first azorean overseas pico da pedra
They say that it's calling me
Fourth generation disorientation now
Tell me can Jason speak Portuguese?
No, but I'm talking that shit though from Taunton to Bristol
You see the Poor-ta-gee all in me
I am Joseph Barboza with bars
I'm every Joseph in bars
Under the nose with a bar
I'm from the coast
Where the La Cosa Nostra is close
And they know who you are
Like, that's Campy my Vovô
With a sawed-off at that speakeasy
He got hauled off by the meat wagon
Even if he knew you he wouldn't speak easy
And he did his bid yeah he played the game
But it ended all the same, they never paid him for it
But he couldn't do shit but read the obit's
Till the "son-of-a-bitch" he finally paid for it
And if you don't know what I'm talking about
That's good thats great thats step one
Got my hand zip-locked for the running mouths
So you're guaranteed to catch a fresh one
Give me your tired, give me your poor
Fuck you pay me
Your huddled masses yearning for more
Fuck you pay me
Just follow that woman with a mighty torch
Fuck you pay me
The homeless exiled and the tempest-tost
Fuck you pay me
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Fuck you pay me
Now lift that lamp to the golden door
My father was beat by the R.I.P.D
For out running the law in a Ford model GT
Behind the bars with a phonebook
The guards only guard what you see
Eye for an eye so my pops let it be
Till the cops tried to swap his whole identity
They wanted a fall guy to do four or five
And on top of the old felony
Till my Vovô made a call
And if you knew New England at all
Then you know if you knew who you needed to know
Exactly who would be involved
Yeah
Did I lose you? Well it's hard to follow
Especially when you move to Colorado
With a pizza joint and if you get the point
Well now you know why I'm hard to follow
Wait a minute what's that phrase?
Oh yea real G's move in silence
Now sit down eat your slice of pizza and be shhh
Give me your tired, give me your poor
Fuck you pay me
Your huddled masses yearning for more
Fuck you pay me
Just follow that woman with a mighty torch
Fuck you pay me
The homeless exiled and the tempest-tost
Fuck you pay me
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Fuck you pay me
Now lift that lamp to the golden door
I'm electric tape on cardboard boxes
On broken windows in all our cars
I'm chicken fences and caged rabbits
And fresh tomatoes in all our yards
I'm the velvet bullfighter hanging up over the radiator
I'm the snow flake through the broken ceilings
I'm the laundry lines between the neighbors
I'm white tanks and pleated slacks
I'm tattoo's in the 1930's
I'm random goods that "fell off the track"
Onto our laps to sell in a hurry
I'm Fall River, East Providence
Dartmouth, Warren, and Bristol
I'm Somerset, I am New Bedford
I'm with a hammer I'm with a pistol
I'm the galo de barcelos
Hiding everywhere you snoop
That rooster crow here
To let you know who's coming out the coup
Give me your tired, give me your poor
Fuck you pay me
Your huddled masses yearning for more
Fuck you pay me
Just follow that woman with a mighty torch
Fuck you pay me
The homeless exiled and the tempest-tost
Fuck you pay me
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Fuck you pay me
Now lift that lamp to the golden door
Written by: Jason Christopher Medeiros, Lawrence Flores Ligad Jr.
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