Giant of the world to the north
Kayuá, rwa! F2l no beat, he!
Mic check, one, two
Long live the kings
Salve Suarez
The mic check, one, two, waw!
Black hair , get down
Hip-hop, I spit on your pop hit
With the swing of James Brown
From the ziplock press
My script smells like your fear, Hitchcock
And the color of rap is black
Whoever is offended is a fool
Eat your slice, but don't forget who made this cake
Hurt pride
Left from bed
br/>What needs treatment is not my hair
it's your concept
And they are firm
Like papers carried with the wind
Rap It's not a convent
I want to try dishes, women that I only know by name
Just reading the menu doesn't kill hunger
Go ahead, judge her as a whore based on her appearance
I know your profile well
If her skirt is short, wait to see the fuse
From someone who got tired of racial segregation and every day, every day
Justifications they don't erase failures
Merits that can't be measured with medals
If I decided to play with everything I have
For them all that's left is to throw in the towel
I looked for reasons to worry about
And I didn't find you there
You live off the lies you tell
Sónia's Program
I listened to your album, it solved my insomnia problem
br/>Hahahaha
Here it comes
Whoever shoots, doesn't warn you
That's why you just talk
Bandit who is a criminal
Don't scold, shoots
Those who shoot, don't warn
That's why you just talk
Bandit who's a bandit
Don't scold, throw bullets

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