Cypher Dversos II

[FBC]
There are days when I get pissed
In the fight for the fight
Harm reduction, thumb
Breaking the mystique
From another Galician
Sour rhyme
I came to curd your Polenguinho
Mixture of Cabana and São Bené
Palmital and São José
Coffee plantation and Sumaré
Bullshit for the Belvedere
The city is our possession
Whether on the streets, in the Center or in the scribbles of Goma and Cossi
Living Gods
Can disguise cough
We don't have money like Flausino
Not even buds like skunk
But we want to fuck with the game
Take over the entire Globo starting with Luciano Huck
One of us in each media
Imploding the system and anyone who comes to mediate
So the troops advance
Money was our justice
Now we want revenge
Children with kilos of gold, men collecting tin
Anyone who doesn't abdicate becomes a "burrocrat"
Owners of a lot of nothing
Another capitalist, materialist, Protestant
On the wrong side of the square
My education didn't know
Involve me in the logic that works so that the smart one steals
I bend my knees to what shines
I don't even think the money is that good
Since those who like don't share
Building bridges, demolishing banks, diverting the direction of money
Indians, wild child, imploding financial system buildings
Building bridges, demolishing banks, diverting the direction of money
Indigos, wild child, imploding financial system buildings

[Orea]
How many kilos do you have?
Tons of ideas
If consumption is excessive, it gets lost in chemistry
How many kilos do you have?
I remember I forgot who I am
It's straight talk bullshit, I'm going to shoot down the steam
Living gods, we are justice
There are things that are addictive, easy to bewitch
Inside, drugs arrived, weapons arrived
The greener the product, the lower the Karma
Various supporters of the hydroponic plant
They get lost in synthetic electronic music
What separates the poison from the antidote
It's just the anti-doctor medicine dosage
Anti-capitalist, my grandfather's medicine
Ending all pharmaceutical schemes
Shadow, crazy raging, what are you doing here?

[Shadow]
The mind is in shock, because the mind is sick
Illness of society, society is sick, people
Yeah, I understand, I'm not going to get involved
What many don't see, others won't realize
Vision in the crosshairs and the sights on the immensity
From targets as far as the eyeball can reach
Between the lines is not a weapon, but it also shoots
I hear, I see different things, and that's what inspires me
I also traffic, information
Routine of addictive men with the mic in hand
Ton, only legal cargo
The law of men don't pull over when we're on the track
And how many kilos do you have?
Tons of ideas
If consumption is excessive, it gets lost in chemistry
How many kilos do you have?
I remember I forgot who I am
Is it straight talk or are we going to shoot down the steam

[Feedstock]
Guilt eats away at me, more than worms at Brás Cubas
Debts, doubts, carved in Carrara
Solid, spitting truths
Spitted out by the mouth of life
Sordid, friend, I don't think I'm so that's why I don't get lost
But if I lose sleep, I think the siege has closed
Problems surround me, the bed becomes an arena
And I'm fighting against myself, from one side to the other
It almost looks like a movie, have you seen this scene?
So you scare me, the system is not a topic
It's just me with my flaws, smoking a straw
I sail in a sea of mud, and who knows, the boat won't run aground
On the island of peace, discuss shipwreck
On the roads I'm tired of paying tolls
I want to enter credential heaven
And discover a confidential file
A scroll that will show the way
A shortcut where blood does not cut, without thorns
But I stumbled upon the illusion and came to reality, man
We feed a whirlwind
That leaves a trail of anguish that penetrates the bones
Curious feelings, fear, anxiety
And leaves us among our own wreckage
Fighting through the rubble of the city
Leaves a trail of anguish that penetrates the bones
Curious feelings, fear, anxiety
And leaves us among our own wreckage
Walking through the rubble of the city

[Froid]
My vocabulary is weird
I learned to read in the stable
Dirty, waiting for an appointment
Looking like a snail
I found refuge, there in the oracle's house
It was a day of emotions, of joy and tears
We talk about planes, about the rebellion of machines
About stupid, mystical, plastic
Spices shipped from the Pacific
Why did God create the night?
I like the day, but I, I always wake up late
So I live for the night, which caresses me
In the absence of light
Treats me like a child
Cover me like an adult
Fills me with hope, takes away everything
Hey you who send me signs, or wake me up
Or come to me, is this a dream? I can not take it anymore

[Vination]
How much time do you have?
Wait my brother, I'm nobody
Crazy to be someone
X-9 doesn't hold me hostage
They dirty your hole, and you didn't even see who
Not even in my thoughts reach me
Peaceful path, always growing, I've been panguing
Discredited, beck in hand, smoking cigarette
I switched to the mic, I closed my fist
Reality deleted the drafts
Look at me, see what I've become
High on focus, face to face with the law
Your run doesn't turn around, it's laziness, or lack of intelligence, hey
Your run doesn't turn around, it's laziness, or lack of intelligence, I know
A lie, written right in front of my face, I can't, I told you
I'm tired, I've already surpassed dogmas and laws
Drugs at recess
Everyone laughing I sent the chat
They laughed, but I still left
Convicted and clear, I overflowed, spilled
I undid your knot, I contested
Sucker, abused, arrived schemed
Thinking I was going to pay the price
Do not get me wrong
With mic in hand, good handling
Reaches morale
Don't give a lecture, the language is vital
Wash dirty clothes
Extend the clothesline
Get out of this virus by creating strife
Understand and don't put your voice in the storm
Now that the stones have turned, live
If they try to pass on the way, fight
I don't even care about the difficulties
I move forward feeding skills

[Skinny dog]
If money is a curse
He, spits, spits, spits blood
Money is the solution
So lead spits and he spits big

If money is a curse
He, spits, spits, spits blood
Money is the solution
So lead spits and he spits big

The bars take care of the dolls
So that those with "little chance" don't notice and have trouble
Or a part! For the grandchildren, OURS!
A lot of church to remind me how much I sin
And that I can't own anything I ask for or like unless I fuck and I play the Fuck
And your life becomes an object
If my life isn't that, it's close
It could be on a street that is not paved
This shit about this tax that doesn't come back
A bad teacher who is always absent
It even seems like favela residents have an escort
Gun arrives. Enough drugs
They make people drum and play ball
In a social project that doesn’t take off
This fucking UPA is bankrupt like a school