The Cypher Respect Vol. 2

[Scratches DJ Gio Marx]
We don't read and write poetry because it's pretty
We read and write poetry because we belong to the human race
May the powerful piece continue
You can write a verse
What would be your verse?

[Buneco]
I want to dominate the world like Pinky and the Brain
They told me to use my head so I bit like Cerberus
Rhyming for the thugs on this beat, oh
Who don't have money for streetwear but dress for street war
I'm not the Pope, I don't forgive those who sin by taking the pen
They want to be Pac or BIG, but they're more like Peppa Pig
In the middle of Hip Hop, they will never have ratings
I traffic information inside the BOPE's Caveirão
Showing that there is a link between Mars, Jupiter, Queens
Martin Luther King, art, struggle in the end
Art is struggle and yes, art profits and ends
Better stop here or this part will never end
For those who think my color is a Trojan horse
I'll smash you on Spotify, on the street I'll beat you
In this lesson you learn that rap is a blackboard
Where I keep teaching writing with a white chalk

[Coruja BC1]
Weak rappers remember my fee, I'll put it in my pocket
This is Coruja BC1 who turned the game around
Torment like the tape from The Ring connected
Hattori Hanzo on the chickens, spirits of plucked souls
I've seen stars fall from the sky, but they weren't shooting stars
They got lost in stardom and now they're fallen stars
Harry O., not Harry Potter, my mind is my weapon
My lyrics are my Horcrux, they all contain my soul
Razor in the hands of haters, to the beak see if you miss me
A given horse doesn't look at the teeth, that's how Troy lost the war
"Nostratrackdamos" everything I rhyme is prophecy
I make your mind flood in the era of empty lyrics
This is the moment your fans will emigrate
But I'm not Donald Trump so I won't definitely block
Bastard in glory on your forehead I made a cut
Flower crown on your face is not your lucky charm
I keep dribbling the world, Edcity sends me a beat
For me to be Ronaldinho, we just need to record a feat
I've caused so much trouble in the studio, dude, in terms of rhyme
That instrumentals now call me Macunaíma

[Gigante]
I'm frying my brain, roasting your tuber
In the lyrical year with the lyric of the century
It's serious, bro, notwithstanding the obstacles
God is the empirical verb in every oracle prayer
The demon sees that I fear having, being such an old-fashioned being
For the cousin to read and not be a pin, spitting Che on Pinochet
While the left and right feet are lame
The invisible hand screws the poor and we're all in the hands of the banks
We inherit debts that time never pays
Republic is not Czech, but São Paulo is a Plague
City of cubicles, country of latifundium
Poverty generates an eternal gerund circle
In the end, the bills never end
Smoking the ends only those who hold the ends for me
I've been broke that's why I don't show off
Rap is the musical concert where I fit

[Rincon Sapiência]
Okay
Guitar in the groove, I feel in the clouds
In the field I'm like Pogba playing for Juve
Valued pass, I don't stay without a club
Playing in clubs, I'm on the street beyond YouTube (Huh)
Two notes on the guitar
I'm on the stage run making my move (Huh, hey)
Like a Rita movie
Damn, I want to be classic like a Cadillac (Huh)
Head canoe, rhyme that paddles
R-A-P, DNAfrica is in my gene
Brazil, where politics doesn't work here
I don't know if it moves you, it works in memes
Jumping my doubt is bungee jump
Or face on the ground like Temer and Trump
Fire in the kunk because we are kings and queens
Kings and queens because we are Tupiniquis

[Xamã]
The beat rolls bandit, bold groove, stepped on
In the worms that disbelieve, passing comedy like Walitta iron
Xamã from lunchbox
Going to fight smoking a flower, eating a fruit, tripping
Cold beer at the Tijuca bar, pass me the butt tell me where I am
How am I? I have a fucking headache
Breaking these arrow fingers with punchline that kicks
Following my goal recruiting with complete rhyme with deadly punchline, pen, pen
Coffee in the mug with several ants on the sugar loaf escape pilot
300 thousand leagues breathe and sail I'm like a turtle (Uga)
Like Donatello I asked for mozzarella made a rain dance, dry
The guys don't deliver in my favela don't pass the curve, dirty
Skating high flying listening to Coruja, run away
With my old sacred jeans, Napalm machine gun
I saw the Indians knocking Harry Potter off the broom
The 7th grade student is the teacher's terror
Buarque Construção, we are the construction company
With my old sacred jeans, Napalm machine gun
I saw the Indians knocking Harry Potter off the broom
The 7th grade student is the teacher's terror
Buarque Construção, we are the construction company

[Eko]
Rap feeds me, even because
The daily bread is much more than French bread
Punching on a knife edge with brass knuckles
On horseback I take the tower and we are all kings
The black and the white together a chessboard
My move makes you see
The movement at AACD the B.Boy loses the "B"
It's my own action, against appropriation
The intention, the exposure of what the copies are
Without English classes I know that the translation of punch is punch
Justice with my own hands
False information wants to dope me, I'm listed, they are!
I'm not alone look around me how many monsters there are
Brick by brick is the most concrete argument
Niemeyer gave me an Oscar for the construction
Attentive to what dominates everything, money is the new language
I keep pounds on the nightstand

[Sant]
Lion of the world to the north, Sant
Wild animal, remembered us when he heard let go of the wheel
Building to prove to my people that we are free
I dug my own grave, unhappy man who lives
But see yourselves in me my relatives
For we are what we are, transparent
Giving birth to a new Messiah in the studio
Gold, frankincense and myrrh while rape is consented and protest is a tantrum
They want the crown jewels
I need strong arms to never turn the canoe
I know things you would doubt
And in an idea you would even reconsider
Seeing things that no one here would see
So be much more you otherwise who else would be from here?
Caucasian darkness, black light at the end of the tunnel
They scream: segregation, I whisper: unite them

[Rashid]
I'm from the time when Cyphers were free
Dirtier than Dercy's vocabulary
Words that describe the people like Darcy
The opposite of MC who subtracts the "M" and only remembers the "C"
Inspired by the root not by the feud
I spent soles to get there like Luan on the sandpaper
I'm Brazilian rap while some copy so much foreigner
That they lack to say: "Brazilian Version Herbert Richers"
Ghetto hard level
I bring the hood in my lines like the buses at 6 pm
And the stress level is also the same
And the bias is not random to reach the feet of Sérgio Vaz and Ferrez
In and Dead Prez, Guru, Jazzmatazz, go
Who knows the top ten
Like Moses brings faith in us, but
Opening seas is a thing of the past
The fight now is to open minds
Street missionary on the road
I put so much faith in this that my rap turned rhythm and prophecy
For ours always eager
My year is lyrical since 1988
And what is lyrical to you?
To the MCs who think about what is said I have to thank
And for the dirty ones, so much punch has come out of my studio
That I'm calling it a dojo