Estopim (feat. Nocivo Shomon, Eloy Polemico e Spinardi)

[Brazza]
Tim Tim
The Dream Team is formed here at Casa
Call Brazza to light the fuse
Harmful, Eloy, Spi on Joe Frazier Pacquiao's punch
Knock down is done laSer rifle scope
Rap offers you more than your Tinder list
And saves lives like Schindler's list
Against Hitler's Nazi tyranny
And whoever follows this type of leader, here's my middle finger!
Did you understand? Sum
Did not understand? Take another bruise
Rhyme cocktail puts you in bed or takes you out of your coma
I continue in battle like there in Italy at the Colosseum in Rome
Rap is on Memo Street, not in Moma's museum
Without appealing, get your ass rolling
Rebel without having to be Hezbollar
I want to be Fernando Pessoa, not Fernando Beira Mar
Pablo Neruda, not Pablo Escobar
Were you able to withdraw it?
It's not about the number, it's about the harvest
For love, and for that I even go into a state of exhaustion
We don't talk, we vent
Brazza doesn't write, Brazza psychographs

[Harmful]
Mutha fucka!
For popcorn my middle finger
Following wisely to the beat, singing about life that is not playground
Success of other people's fear, empty rhyme, cake without filling
United rap is a coma, a symptom, the system is shot
Seed thinking mind, ugly, smart with an evil face
Where Pelé dies early in the police context
Minor in parafal hides blood with carnival
In the land of football, there's plenty of stadiums, no hospital
Good criminal, dead criminal
Justice blinds blood
If you shout "catch the thief!" , in the senate he dies in a gang
No more ego war
Who is the coolest guy?
Sprung from talentless in search of the podium in hatred for fashion
Neither marvel nor kind, truths that consume
Want to see a hero rhyme? Call Superman
Whoever works will grow
Those who don't climb always point
Whoever lives to judge will never pay my bills
From end to end I remember the invisible people
The poor live on one salary and you think you're incredible
It's predictable thirsty wolf in the drying river
If he even pretends to be a piranha, the alligator is naughty
From the filthy slime of diss, at supper I'm alive, I'm fine
Everyone hates Chris and the harmful one too
Many to compete, few to pass the level
MC profession, almost impossible mission

[Eloy]
Each instrumental is a universe full of miracles
My rhymes lives seasoning, salt, lemon, vinegar
Whatever I want, I create
It's quite a matter of pride
If I don't want them, the rhymes won't come out original, Bandai
My name is without an accent and sounds like Maito Gai
Spelling Hannibal
Ismael Nery from writing, shout!
Professor Pasquale says the pen is cursed
Controversial, aka Saudi Arabia
The motto is "disobedience", chaos is the cause
Destroy, rebuild, cheat without pause
Nietzscheando I rhyme with the hammer
Tutorial on how to build a castle
Brother, I don't complain
Lots of empty criticism, lots of heartburn from these people, any rubbish
Stick to any shit, treated like animals
Just showcase meat, mini bikinis, a Social-Zoo, bro!
Life to new niches

[Spinardi]
Oh who's coming back, doctor
The owner of the flow that torments over the beat, Nocivo inspired me
I do what I do like this
Regarding your end
It's a new beginning for me
From which it began
Today I start from the end, did you care?
I'm in bad shape, kid, with the spout on the closing door
Haikaiss opening more doors than record companies opening their legs
And what did I leave in the interns?
See old concepts with your instinct
Here older than caveman
Rap from the inside out
I go like someone who unwinds
Carnival land that opens stadium and closes school
While the boy is beaten and begs for alms
While the girl in addiction goes crazy with two types of bags
Curiously, the actor is also the audience
I called Superman, he had diarrhea
There's no grandma's lap here
In the fever that remains the smallest
Crazier than Robbin on Tey
And Batman in Loló
Just the dust
Diversifying sewers
Patience of those waiting for a 15-point basket
Without a hood, we stick to Brazza on the run
I'm going out to fight
Money in bed, the only one who makes it is a prostitute