Shhhh
Not much noise kid
Are you an MC kid already?
Are you going to Dealema concerts kid?
Were the lyrics written by you kid?
This letter was sent from the underworld to bring you luck
It has already been around the world but it is in your possession
Send it by mail, but don't send it with money
Otherwise it will be 24 hours a day of bad luck all year round
At dawn, you will receive a package at home!
Don't open it, sit down and first light a Paiva
Relax, watch the call,
Open the package, it's a cassette, your mother saw it, hide it and
disguise it...
Go up to your room
Go on, kid, haha quickly, take a wrapper and close the door
I warn you, you need the dictionary, otherwise
exhaustion is premature
Concentrate , otherwise you can wait, it doesn't matter
Imagine this tape as a virtual helmet
You can do it boy, put the tape in the player
Now lie down and wait, turn it on again a Paiva in your
room
Around you I feel holograms, silhouettes that come out of the
walls like ghosts
Your spirit rises and mixes with the five
/>figures that move with the smoke
Don't be scared kid, see your reflection in the mirror
Notice how you see everything clearer
Your spirit returns to your body again, the sound is
the enemy of your sleep
Don't think it was a dream, look at the device, it's on
Don't you feel a little curious?< br/>Take a good look at the name on the tape, GO-LÃ SAYS DEALEMA
Welcome to the BITCH OF THE MAGNIFICENT TRUTH
Learn and understand... PUTO don't go away... .that we changed
your life forever...you remove the tape from the
device...press the red button...send the letter
you received and forget about it... .
Copy everything I saw....forget it kid
You want to say what I say...stay silent twice
Wear everything I wore...you are stolen
br/>Just keep this that I give you...it's a start
Ask your mother why you have my face,
My hair, my eyes , my gestures are mine
Press one or two keys of your choice
GET READY, kid, I'm going to erase your memory
Give me the microphone, I'll give you a second
I hope you're not claustrophobic, I'll take you to the
underworld
Just like that cheap Christmas story
Poor in spirit, rich boy without sacrifices
Go up those stairs , you see the smoke coming from the door
Now go in and observe, you can say that no one notices...
That's the real WORLD, the maestro
He already made instrumentals you were still a Fetus...
The one on the sofa is the IX-PION with the microphone in his hand
Listen to the serene voice, he is the MAZE king of
vocabulary ¡rio...made you save money to buy a
dictionary
Shhhh, not much noise GUSE is over there sleeping in the corner
He's tired with his hands smelling plastic, listen to what I'm telling you, kid
Don't think you'll become an MC in a minute
There are many groups, but the important thing is the product
You copy everything, but it's not enough to be pure, but rather
a mute
Know yourself because now is the beginning
Year zero, DEALEMA has respect or you become deaf

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