Cue the neon lights of Fortaleza’s night and a studio filled with swirling smoke. In “A Morte do Autotune,” Matuê pulls you straight into his cluttered living room of thoughts, where loyalty, money, self-doubt and a very vocal cat all fight for the spotlight. The rapper flips between swagger and vulnerability, bragging about stacks of cash one moment and confessing a hollow loneliness the next. Every blunt he rolls and every rhyme he drops becomes both an escape hatch and a boomerang that drags him back into his own mind.
Under the haze, a raw confession takes shape. Matuê questions the future of his sound, flirts with vanity, and admits he sometimes believes his own lies. Yet, songwriting remains his lifeline: “I write my story, I find a way out, each new note is a relapse.” The title hints at killing off the artificial polish of autotune, choosing instead to expose every crack in his voice and in his life. It is a gritty diary entry turned anthem, reminding listeners that chasing peace often means wrestling with the demons that guard it.