Os Novos Donos (feat. Xamã)

[Buddy]
Hello, hello, hello, test
Test the party mic, because later there's a battle here in the West
Then we'll go to Lapa, so spot the kids, invading the back of 397

The neighbors are all pissed off, cut the mic, because it's already past midnight
The crazy kids, they deserve a hit, suffocate the leisure of the square instead of going to kiss

The lady at the stand loves the crazy kids, always makes a profit
That's why she pays the rent for the sound in return
Sells coconut candy and coke, knowing that the square fills up
With people watching the rhymes of these crazy guys in beanies

My pocket only didn't stay drier than my beak
Rich people event, me drinking tap water
And the producer never paid the promised prize, claiming loss always at the top events

Now I'm the business manager, Xamã became my partner, we broke all of them
My enemies' legs tremble, and nowadays they only lack wanting to buy my semen

This is Rio de Janeiro, West Zone, much more West than Kanye
You can play the game however you want
Because in the end, we'll steal your video game

Hey, since you say it's so easy to get where I got
Tell me, why aren't you here?
You don't know what I went through, you don't know what I did
You don't know what I know, brother, you don't know what I know, brother [2X]

[Xamã]
It's the thin mustache gang
Half Chico Buarque, half Quentin Tarantino
And now who's laughing?
The owner of this shit! It's me! I'm Al Pacino's son!

Spaceships are caravels, I saw white extraterrestrials in 1500
The peace pipe turned into the war pipe
They killed my soldiers with a simple move

The gun man ignores the speed bump and goes in
Today, lyrically, I killed 1400

We avenged the society of dead poets
Miss Dina Di and Sabota live in our bodies

(Okay, dry ass, Drumet, Power Rangel, Macaulay Culkin, Robert de Niro
This thing is crazy, Neo Beats, Buddy Poke, Xamã)

Hocus pocus, activity there in the Ford Focus
2P can't come, Neo Beats with binoculars
Smoking mini broccoli, the hummingbird that brought my love stayed in Nilópolis

Looks at me like the police, but it's so delicious
44, damn, you didn't see the news, her waist, quicksand

I'm Mandela's mango, professional player
Your love, sequel, your sloth
Favela teacher, artist profession
In the rediscovery, they said 'land ho!'

Hey, mom, there's a bandit in my track
She said: Oh boy, what's up, hallelujah!

Mc Xamã, Planet Hemp, funk, buia
The owner of this shit, with a cuia hairstyle

Black helicopters, in the sky, I'm your father's most rebellious son
Today Babylon falls, along with the Wi-Fi signal, go, go, go

[Buddy]
If you think I have any issue with you, you can call me, I'll sort it out
If I have a neurosis with you, better not show up, I can't control myself
I'm, Class A, Trem Of Gang, I'm Damassaclan, 1Kilo and solo artist
I'm with everyone who works and if you show up in the battle, I'll mess you up

Because my mother already gave me comfort
And nowadays I pick up my son from school
You want to bring me down, but you know I take off
I'm not to blame for your girl being on my tail
I didn't see anyone getting rich where I live
Sorry if your girlfriend dates me
Several of my friends are square and polo collar
I grabbed the microphone, so I wouldn't grab the gun

And sometimes, I think I'm just a boy
But then I remember I have to be an adult
And you have to be a real man, to take care of my boy

Who will soon hang out with a girl, who will soon be the father of another boy
Who will soon be rapping and saving the lives of other boys