The Cypher Deffect (feat. Don Cesão, Chayco e Spinardi)

Maybe I've been in the same paranoia for several days
Fighting with my aunt
Because she saw me in the sink
Kissing my cousin with tongue
In this ring, my mic is like a slingshot
I hit you with bilingual rhymes, Costa is not NSync
And those who listen to NSync
Don't know the Damassa race of the guys
In baggy pants, only hunting for vagina

Don't be indignant and indict
No one resigns, flow dignifies
Dignify before it designates
In a gang bang
Fuck bitches! And never beat bitches
Damassa! Heavy mafia like Frank Lucas
Ya!

I'm a crazy guy in Bel Air!
Rapping without my cover
I guide you like a chauffeur
Hell yeah

I did freestyle and you wasted a sheet
Two, my verse is hard cock!
To shut your mouth
Damassa is smoke, is a race, is a plague
It's the swarm, it's the zika, damn

Pompeii, stone spout!
Costa Gold, the girls affect
Rapping terrorist with a false poet sensor
In the Quetamine flow, I hate quiet girls
Hallucinates like your blood on methamphetamine
They said boom, I said fire!
Fuck Tyler! 2 triples and 1 Chicken Jr is the best lifestyle
On Globo it's manipulation, they leave Thiago Leifert
On Fox, Adam Sandler gargles Michelle Pfeiffer
Pass the Pipe, it's the sniper Marcola
Predella is not Tiger Woods
Predella is Weed Tiger

I hate Tyga
Save in the save that I save in the flipped flow rhyme
In disciplined flow and you see that
It gave more breeze than sage (uaah)
Nausea, I feel my empty stomach
Euthanasia, oriental nurse, am I in Asia?
I have heartburn, on the wing. West zone made in Braza
Damassa!
A heavy family, muchas gracias

Ya-ba-da-ba-duh, Don! Fat-Flintstone
Bad-rock! Crackland, down-town!
São Paulo, capital, honestly without escape
Razor flow, call me Fat Krueger!
Speak, speak, speak of us
But don't talk too much
Friend turns enemy if he worries about me and doesn't do
Half of what I do, but calls me an asshole
Maybe for your failure I already have an explanation

I'm Don Cesão
But you're not!
How do you feel when you shake my hand?
Light, camera, action without bilu and tetéia
Serginho Malandro thinking he's cool with his old lady rhymes
Saw the hottie in the audience and asked: Can I fuck her?
Then you can't, that's the queen of blowjob
In that pussy there are more rappers than my iPod
Hahaha, oh my God!

Good night! Another sleepwalker
Tag, this is my symbol
Sample on the beat asks for my rap, even if I'm a vandal
I'm buffalo weight, with identity; or becomes a replica
Subversive to labels or minds without goals and stuff
In the flash vibe or in the cash appetite, the rhythm is without fire
More secret than my supply
24/7 smart, I rip quiet, that's charasguaya, we're on fire
It's the core, she's a girl under the skirt

Stoned like Saigon, 5 out of 20 Cypher!
Only in my sound, I'll have what matters knockout to Mike Tyson
My nigga, it was just a grain. I know I'm crazy for the rhymes I flex
Here I select, December to January I don't disappoint
What do you want me to do? I do what I know how to do, without imitating you
Try to understand, come to know, but without interfering
Do you want to know? I assimilate the tracks to the cortex
Listen, I take it seriously, I aim for cash, a duplex, tey!

Another stimulus rap is not new, my finger to the cameras
Strong idea comes that explodes ceramics
Don't suck up to me, I'm active again
And it's straight talk, words that set your flags on fire
Grumpy is not picky, with rap I hear myself
My victory that silences those who should have been born mute
And I'll run a little more and in my future
I'll buy a chocolate and a big fat cigarette, chubby

I kick this stone, I drown in the beer
My buddy overlooks the empty look of the minerva
Respect this group of MCs who pride themselves, you asshole!
I present to you my ripped sack
Excuse your act of not fucking
Avoid blah blah blah, I prefer the sound of Costa Gold
In this track there are 2 types of MC
Those who learned something from me and those from whom I learned