DAMASSA DREAM TEAM (Vol. 1)

[Dalsin]
I crossed the border in a small plane
From Paraguay, the whiteboard named Tico
Class product for those who like to take a hit
Half tank, 15 silver each, man, two shots
I pierced through D20, the block of the puli in the village
Here come two rocan and a caravan with crazy wheels
Put on the hood and press there in the drizzle
Damassa is the crew, smoking in a jacket and playing

[Tubaína]
I'm leaving, suddenly we bump into each other
Accelerate and let it take over
I came to see you better
Baby, at best I'll give you a big hug
It's always us, the hottest crew
If my boys are, ten
Number 10 shirt, I keep going as a villain
Don't talk trout, don't talk, work
To deserve it you have to have vision

[Don Cesão]
Din din dong, take the money
Millions of views and we meet like this
Author of a song's chorus that didn't even have a chorus
I'm Don Cesão, but you, no
You'll never understand me, it's not about selling out
If you sold out, there are over a thousand kids wanting to be me
I remembered those who disrespected
My biggest adversary is me and if I mess up, screwed

(One, two, three, check motherfuck mic)

[SPVIC]
The most expensive lines are mine, they sound rare
Do they aim or separate?
ABR or ABL
Do they despise the goal or still face it?
Refine another crop
Define if the limit stops you
I dissolved fake MCs with content from the Sahara

[Spinardi]
Rap of rap, doesn't show what it is
My head held high
Rap boombap follows me
Damassa on the chest and cap
And the whole crew that fears us today, comes from when we were kids
Before the bed that moans
Castles that tremble

[Pedro Qualy]
For self-defense I'm half bank half company
I even solve things over the phone
But if the blood rises there will be a surprise
I'm on the map, with persuasive verses
I employ as many friends as possible

[Spinardi]
I follow and raise the bar
Without emphasis on nonsense
The lion that reigns in the jungle doesn't worry
About the opinion of the sheep lady
Do you want me to draw it or did you get it?
Everything I had to tell you
Christ's faith, everything stinks
Your reflection is still you

[Pedro Qualy]
I act on impulse, let luck help now
Cry if you stay out
Excess is predatory
Fuck you promissory notes
Insignificant victories, now
It's a small piece of the school's rise story

[SPVIC]
And I say glory (glory)
Extensive I spent my soles
I think of a school plan
I only gave meaning to the acronym
Which is when a pork dissects
Through the radio and feels the force
By the faith that helps, sharpens

[Pizzol]
Dropping rhymes like a psychiatrist, psychopath
Bis, mistreats you
In just eight lines, eight bars
And what was proposed
I know it's enough to change the expression on your face
It's the disgust when the masses talk about Damassa and nothing else
Fake MCs don't find peace
Three letters, the acronym, the logo
Discipline, Music and Character, messing up the game

[Syro]
It's not a show
Syro in action in this role every week
Doesn't explain my bitches and the twelve summons without drama
They talk bad about my video that wasn't a hit?
You didn't even do a show after Syro left
It was your last breath lost in the shots
And now who's the one who's dead?
In the Evoque with the Panicat
That I took away after my rap show

[Febem]
He-Man's skull
Felipe or Febem? Google it
Heavyweight in rhyme
Like a freight train
Carrying the bodies of MCs I've already killed to the grave
Believe it, don't doubt it
Think well, it's mutual
From 288 the one who didn't die
Whether on the street, on stage, my security is me
DMC is the acronym
In rap it's the beast that makes music
Money and collects enemies

[Renato Sheik]
In the Opala 67 circling Brazil
With about 10 crazy guys in the trunk, whoever saw me, saw
In a black suit, low roof, man
Without leaving a trace, man
I smell it when they burn the wick
Dripping from the sirens
My crew never trembles
Discipline and freedom for those who live on the front line
I do whatever comes to mind, the crazy conscious
The responsibility is in the moves
And fear is for those who fear
He said

[Bitrinho]
One, two, one, two on the microphone
It's like Jim Jones, Jon Jones, Moob Deep in the headphones, no clone
I'm a stray dog, always hungry
Oh! What's hard to change, I only did it so I wouldn't sink
Life is a bed of roses, just can't drown
Louse in the sauce shifted into reverse
I burn in the paper, in the bong and in the pipe without cups on my feet
Another shot, Damassaclan psychosis

[Neg]
Only for those who stand firm and strong in the race with the brothers
You'll have to beat your chest to join the faction
No, only good boys for sure
Not just a crew, we're more than a company
We keep going strong, man, without taking anyone out
Damassa is unity and the ideas go beyond
It's crazy life, it's better we don't wear a hat
Keep talking about others (on the neck goes to the gallows)

[Flow MC]
In the morning I was at the cap so I wouldn't be crazy at night
The worms in this jungle lived on croquettes
Blocking the scammers and the dragged fights
I mess things up, but only tied to the walk
(Hey uncle) 10 years, my buddy, aren't 10 days
I've seen that you get attached by the ass of these chicks
The media without flipping being a key piece
Yes, Damassa! Good times, being real is not optional

[NOG]
(It's the mic check, one, two
Chayco, Predella, Tangi, uncle Nog is like this)
Straight up I see the moment
That I feel sorry for several assholes
For several motherfuckers who were by my side
Who shook their ass if another cent fell, maybe
And now faggot wants to steal from me
And you can come, I'm Damassa and you can charge
Just bump into me
I could just kill you
We're really badasses
I used to be by your side
But life demands
I know God is fair and it's expensive

[Predella]
Get out crazy! I notice the tapes, the facts
That every preparation in life doesn't stop at the act that God gave me
One, two, I find the way out
It's like a rehearsal on blindness blinds me in the air
I'm in the race confused by everything
I remember the same reason when I started the car
Next to sorrow, next to pain
And several bitches, if you see it's obvious
She sits on the dick
But it's not worth a third of what my girl is worth
I realized values by choice never adrift
I'm always Damassa, my buddy
Damassa in the square, in discipline

[Chayco]
Beware who points the finger
I saw the impossible become relative here
Those who only talk succumb early
Not for lack of blessing
It was for fear of who they are
More than thirty the crew all black
It's not a wake but it can be your burial
Come in black, give a pull
Drip honey on the techniques
Crossing peace through the sky
Golden tooth, all black boots

[Philipe Tangi]
Called for the mission
To invade the world
With the heaviest crew
My clan is 100% cream
Damassaclan is what I carry on the road
While we work, the lazy ones look for a flaw
Hold on because it's just the beginning
Recognition has no address
The logo isn't on the shirt, it's on the chest
And if you want to see me on the ground then pay me the price

[Covero]
And the truth sets you free, write in your soul
And if you're hanging around to get out of this street, learn with blood
I'm a son of the night
The rabid dog Damassa
Without pedigree and without race
If you look you'll find
Got it then get out

[Smoke]
Against the flow mixing rhymes
Jet life in the city
Closed window lights up the joint
From the hood to downtown the tense climate
The cops wanting to stir things up
I watch attentively
I see everything and they don't see me
And I guarantee what they do, in reality, doesn't make it on TV
Unpreparedness is noticeable, lamentable
It's not my problem until they think I am

[Geléia]
SP doesn't sleep
Pirituba consumes, in bulk
Crack, bullet, candy, nine-nine
Without naming names, give your number
For your safety it's better to buy a Glock
The crazy ones go into shock
Beware of Sherlock
I know all the functions of the West-North
My crew guerrillas
Comedy doesn't get involved
For those who play with death
I wish you good luck

[DJ LX]
Damassa cheers
Clicked the glass
My race is dream team
Generates smoke
Eight lines nine bullets
The finger itches and shoots
I drop seven in the clip, one in the needle
And one in your face

[Jonas Bento]
Much more than a crew
Much more than a name (Damassaclan)
Come with us
Come taste drink from the source
Character, Music and Discipline
Damassaclan, terror of the

[Ursso]
More than a landmark
Presence in the timeline, buddy
Working all day DMC
Who's going to say they didn't run
Didn't rise, didn't unite to see
More than a stamp, more than just a chorus
Of life experience that writes the sound
There were those who saw to believe, who paid to see
Don't come from frustration, Damassa is power

[Flip]
This rhyme isn't for the weak
This isn't for the haters
Not for the Instagram chicks
Who aren't seen aren't remembered so forget
That not even a line of this rap they deserve
Shut up, I own my silence
I'm not a slave to words thrown to the wind
I'm Flipão Zero Real
I'm Damassaclan
I'm biased to talk about my friends I'm a fan