Sem Rédia (feat. Rashid, Rod 3030, Quinta Dose, Fuse e Sid)

[Rashid]
Without bullshit rules, my speech is not average
I went to hell and back, like Dante, Divine Comedy
Your ideas stink of Holliday, those on the outside want to give their opinion
But rap is not Wikipedia
There are fools who lose their way
While you can find gold in mine
Proud, it's not about arrogance, it's about being strict
I don't want anything by luck, bad luck is for the lazy
But if it's just for the audience
Then you're killing those who work like the Social Security Reform
I know egotrip is the trend, but I persist
I abdicate the throne because I believe in the kingdom
In the lyrical year, my aim remains strong
With substance in the lyre to kill this hunger
My life is what I write and I live to write
Because everyone talks, but not everyone has something to say
Even before CDs, I had to proceed
Truth is to concede, the mission not to give in
This without depending, I had to exceed
To not crash the ship and surrender
Not for the ranking but we're climbing like a Dunk
To stay in your mind more than the funk chorus
And before learning to read, I was already writing poetry
Because it's not enough to just have lyrics if your words are empty

It's not a waste of saliva, live
We are a lighthouse for the lost brothers
With the certainty that we have an active voice
And truth in our eyes to make Expressive Coalitions
It's not a waste of saliva, live
We are a lighthouse for the lost brothers
With the certainty that we have an active voice
And truth in our eyes to make Expressive Coalitions

[Rod]
In Coalitions 3 I was, so in 4 I return
When I wasn't there yet, I listened to Logbook
A utopian kingdom, a tropical year, Brazil an exotic country
Don't mess around, man, I'm still deciphering the codes
It's Rod, pow, if death is so bad and I'm next
I'll come back in another life like every prodigal son
I learned not to give reason to negative things
Intuitive mind, guide, like the mother who guides her daughter
Like the hand on the guillotine, or the women who give life, get pregnant
I found myself with imprisoned, information that you traffic
Without average, this is serious
Without reins and without castle
You want to fuck, who wants to learn
With the High School Reform

[SPT]
If it depends on some, rap will die
If it confronts the truth while some run away
I'm in the fifth dose, it's several drinks
And few help me
But if rap sinks, leave it to us to solve
The most nightmare connection in the market
Caique built the bridge, bringing together the best from the states
That's making the snitches worried
It's not a confrontation, because you were born already defeated
On the net, man, it's always the same talk
You fight to have more money, it's not my mission
Here there's only one way and feet on the ground
Before being in rap, I was always honest with the brothers
Here we do what needs to be done
While the fools with status don't respect
Money only makes you buy more shirts
You can have money, and we have perfect dignity

I heard sayings that caused me remorse
I've had dreams that shook my bones
But without saying that this future is not ours
And when we dominate the scene, there's no dust, only
I heard sayings that caused me remorse
I've had dreams that shook my bones
But without saying that this future is not ours
But without saying that this future is not ours

[Fuse]
I salivate gold, alchemist since the time
When rhymes were pressed from the soul to the tape
I value what I build
I don't destroy what is not a song
I've never had an MC for support
My puppet is my lung
I'm armed with my brain
My north is magnetic
I sow in me the most powerful machine of the century
Dementia costs
But music is medical acoustic science
Poets without poems capture shit that scares
Morbid Inspector
I would trade fame for a stove
1 MC, 2 MCs, 3 MCs on the ground
I'm a monk, without a habit, skilled
In mental concentration
I keep death in sight
At the distance of a bad decision
This factory of illusion
Some eat disillusion
The word is gunpowder, provokes sparks
That wake up your heart
Resisting regression is meditating on evolution
The pen is the trigger
But rappers now aim without ammunition

[Mano Dose]
It's in this that I free myself, it's in this that I surrender
My verse is defiance to your giant ego
A pillar of the scene, I'm made of iron and concrete
I realize my dream, I expose myself in every verse
That I'm too much for this world, and too little for the universe
The style is rogue and the face is just progress
This so-called top I climb, I ignore the return
If it's to use my fist, I knock out Aécio
I go for the ground pound
And in this ring it's big fish, you can't handle a round
I'm very gangsta, miss the underground
My desire is to make money, kick the bucket
I'm from the hood, damn it, beer without malt
The country is a fraud and if there's no money for diapers
I'll figure it out, nothing's missing, even if I sell my soul
But my son, won't suffer
I'll give him everything I didn't have, I was truly poor
Now I understand Sant, about talking nonsense
Shit pays a fee, but traps you in this journey
The flesh is just a passage where the soul made its lodging
Your spirit is eternal, absorb this message
It's without massage, for those who think they're more
Money buys everything, but won't bring you peace
Fuck peace
Since your goal is to get rich
Pay whores for your friends
And think that satisfies

[Sid]
Listen carefully, I didn't come to offer rivets again, asshole
As long as money brings freedom
Work will mean imprisonment
As long as school serves for you to memorize content
Work won't make you an adult
And the school cycle will always be just an illusion
We live in the country of carnival, Babilônia is not Bissau
Where the people's balance is always bad
And smoking weed makes you cool
Where drinking cachaça before 12 years old
For the people becomes normal
Graduating from college before 25 years old will be unreal for the people
(Fuck, man, Sid is awesome! Always rhyming ideology)
I only rhyme what's basic
You guys are dumb and don't know how to make poetry
I hate it when you come to me saying I have the gift
(Sid was blessed!)
Gift doesn't exist, it's an excuse weak people created
To try to explain the efforts
You can try to explain me, decipher me, understand me
It'll take your whole life, you'll die without knowing, man, go fuck yourself
I wrote this verse in five minutes, without getting worked up or belittling myself
I worked my ass off, flew like lightning
Those who work for themselves don't come with whining

[Rashid]
It's not a waste of saliva, live
We are a lighthouse for the lost brothers
With the certainty that we have an active voice
And truth in our eyes to make Expressive Coalitions
It's not a waste of saliva, live
We are a lighthouse for the lost brothers
With the certainty that we have an active voice
And truth in our eyes to make Expressive Coalitions