EuVoluindo

Aroma of Amsterdam, Mengão in Maracanã
Kunkun makes my mind sane
King of herbs I am shaman
In my tribe I am tupa

Concrew this is my clan
There's only ninja jackie chan
Bon vivant
I even have a few fans
And look, I'm not even a don Juan

Who poses like a heartthrob (-come babe, hahaha)
Gives you flowers and chocolate with hazelnut
Buy a wool coat
To pick you up in Nissan

I'm not registered with the DMV
And my clothes are "Made in Taiwan"
I have no money to go there
Or even by van

But I'll be like Djavan (ahh, you'll see)
And I opened an account in the Cayman Islands
I just don't like spending a wave of bam bam, bam
Between God and Satan
What's up Rany Money man!!

You took some candy that didn't really taste like mint
He started to talk and think he was a dodiban
But mama's boy don't embarrass your sister
She is already getting bigger and is wearing a bra

Your mother sees you in shit and loses herself on diazepan
Your father drinks some beer and doesn't forget the lexotan
Don't know tomorrow
Unburden yourself on the couch
He was a deluded pacifist but supported Sadam's death

Brazil is really a jungle, the only thing missing is Tarzan
But it's not a fairy tale like the legend of Peter Pan
My inflammation in the neurons no longer goes away with cataflan
It was just beats and lyrics but today it's my talisman

I'm being hunted like the Taliban
Neguin is telling me that I remind him of a terrorist from Iran
Tomo dura da getam
I hear gunshots

Bandit here has a golden gun
The river is like Vietnam
hann, I'll have to call insetsan
To exterminate these pests like kléber bambam
Who thinks he's masculine but he's more like Madame Satan

And then he gets caught on the dance floor dancing, it's Tchan!
My life has ups and downs like a toboggan run
Bread with mortadella is my croassaint
I need an alacazan trick
With the help of Robin Hood and one of Pan's twins

With neurons evolving and in balance
The mind the body spirit is rich the attack is lyrical, insane
It's Cone who is arriving, rhyming her problems so evaporating
You can imitate me but that won't irritate me
And can't these crazy kids make you think?
So come, and there's no point limiting it, I didn't come just to shout
Get ready because it's the cone that's in the air.

It's the batoré on the microphone
Exploding Sony headphones
And now the hottest girls are even tattooing my name
I've already become the target of the zomi
Like the Al Capone movies
Mafia front line CONE La familia corleone

If it's gossip, my neighbors put their mouth on the trambone
The bomb explodes and everyone disappears, here you pay for what you consume
Want to copy my tram, your dying nego makes clone
With neurons evolving wearing the cone cap
Young girls with silicone, smoking my good morning
Dressing room like Rollin Stone

It looks like a cyclone passed
We have already conquered a lot of front to the horizon
I slept with Alcyone and woke up with Sharon Stone
These are rhymes bridging the ends of Cheech and Chong

Enemies are close but they don't drink from my fountain
See the case of nardoni, Christmas without panettone
Now it's just sticky plate, you can even forget about Danone

With neurons evolving and in balance
The mind the body spirit is rich the attack is lyrical, insane
It's the cone that's arriving, rhyming your problems so evaporating

You can imitate me but that won't irritate me
And can't these crazy kids make you think?
And there's no point limiting it, I didn't come just to scream
Get ready because it's the cone that's in the air.