Sistema Obtuso (feat. Tropkillaz)
Criolo
Obtuse System (feat. Tropkillaz)
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I was pretty drunk on beer
I was pretty drunk on coke
I was pretty high on pills
I didn't accept the offer
I was pretty messed up on everything
Feel the revolt in the world
In the fame industry, sniffed your house
Your flow became a legend, obtuse system
Five for each
The crazy ones getting high
The sky is the limit
The ground is calling
It's Xis' record that Dandan is playing
Getting high, dude
Confused, cafuzo
In the confused time zone
Confuses Confucius
Prada on the wrist
Wearing pure hatred
With uzi on the podium
With the trash of the scene that dominates the world
The hype smiles, the sweet melts
The crowd smiles, but where's your check?
Ha, want dough that kneads?
And the dough that pays for those who have fun
Aeonflux, McFlurry, Fatal Fury, Andy Murray
Grime style, ice cover, tombstones in diamond poses
Coke is easy (oops)
It's the boy who defines
Black from the favela (oops)
They've already framed a crime
Noronha's yacht (let's go!)
Don't play Sphinx
With grime in the mouth, powder
Little 15-year-old sniffing
Newcomer in the scene who rhymes like hell
Beware of the poppy plant pollen
Oh, what's this? (No!)
Michael Douglas
Porsche from Pala, Kinoplex cinema
It's Lambo in cash, in the focus of the flash
What buzz is this if we're broke
What are you smoking, my son, don't touch
In the nine clips where nothing happens
Kid getting high for hype, it happens
No Glock, no Lambo, no Porsche, no cash
Just the stink inside the fanny pack
Bro, don't aim at me
Your enemy is your boss
Dad is already 45, oh bro
30 just from rap
In the escape of motorcycles versus motorcycles with sirens
In the pirangueiro's spin, the kid has fun
Come Gucci, come Prada
Dolce & Gabbana, Balenciaga
In 25 de Março it's a joke
Good offer, dad embraces
The system is black
Far from those long necks
To spend at the strong blocks
Come on, Uncle Criolo is Fresh
Coke is easy (oops)
It's the boy who defines
Black from the favela (oops)
They've already framed a crime
Noronha's yacht (let's go!)
Don't play Sphinx
With grime in the mouth, powder
And little 15-year-old sniffing
The hype smiles, the sweet melts
The crowd smiles, but where's your check?
Ha, want dough that kneads?
And the dough that pays for those who have fun
The hype smiles, the sweet melts
The crowd smiles, but where's your check?
Ha, want dough that kneads?
And the dough that pays for those who have fun
And he went, trying to learn, something from these young people
(Always good, it's always good!)