Esquiva da Esgrima

Talking too much, sour gum
Call the ambulance and teach this clown
To respect our principles
There's more God to give than all of you in a chamber pot
In the past, it was solved with words
An idea that was exchanged
The respect that was enough
Money is vile, uncle managed, virile instinct
AR-15 is everywhere and the kids are with rifles

From Grajaú to Curuzu, for immigration my people are stubborn
Inspiration is Black Alien, it's Ferrez, not Tia Augusta
Minimum verse, lyrical from a dreamlike universe
Every hoodlum has an empirical knowledge
Rap is strong, believe it,