Tá Brinká Com Kem? (feat. Dopeboyz)

My man avoids
And understands the hint
Don't try to play with those who don't play
Face torn, head split
Like a vampire, seeing blood excites me

Because I'm angry, so don't irritate me
My lawyer is asking for more cash
Got a call, missed another session
Another guy in jail without visits
So don't risk it, it's the artist's death
Stay online, getting likes on Insta
Stay on Twitter posts
Here we're killers, we'll gut you

We'll expose you in the street from rapper to stripper
If you step into my restricted area
You want to come in, okay, don't hesitate
If you die for it, we make it easy

Who are you playing with?

God protect everyone
We protect ourselves with what we have
Brothers are not good
If any of you touch, you fry
Curiosity knows what it triggers
Ask who touched you, doesn't ask for permission
Kill or be killed, it's the law in Sintra Line
We decapitate you and then meditate

Back in action for the same reason
We're militants like activists
I'm an expert in saying no to what you bring to the game like a toxicologist

No filters
The only filter we use in life, nigga, is for our dick
After that, a guy doesn't need
To show you who you're playing with

Competition is starving
We take everyone like a cyclone
Even the big names disappeared
I blew you away like a trombone

All the same like they're clones
And FS on top like drones
I don't understand you like a foreigner
Mercedes all the same like a uniform

And I won't even talk about the brand
Brothers know the swag is tough
Closet full of Gucci, but I wear Vieg Yuro
They criticize me but imitate me, because I have a flow that fits
They send beef, they talk trash but then cry like Scró Que Cuia

It pisses you off, but what are you going to do to not hear Prodígio
And those Stars should shut up at shows like Domingos Dionísio

I'm the intruder at the top that the son of the streets post
But I made cash that's enough to buy houses with Son Das Ruas 2

I want the fireworks for a team that with sacrifice reaches your municipality
I come in with rhythm and you fall into addiction
Is that your business or is it your job
If you're not happy, jump off the building
Dead men don't speak, we will miss you

Because all your mischief without exercise is just a rally
Missing Savimbi, my compatriot
All your project is fictional
I'm the real shit from the beginning
Blood on your t-shirt, Christmas spirit

Place for all the crazy ones is in the asylum but my mouth brings benefit
My contract with this life is lifelong
I'm a street nigga and the street knows it

Ahm, just check how clean I pick up my dirt
Deezy never disappoints
They're saying the kid is a wizard
I step on the field and go with the Gaúcho
He's good like James, did you hear
I'm lebrown like James
But like Monsta, screw fame (mine)
I'll keep going strong
Grab the mic and turn into a beast
Now you see it's official
You've been listening to a lot of trash
Ahm, just look at my life
I came to check the trends
Don't try to confuse the niggas
You'll end up in the ER

DopeMuzik is like the Russian mafia
Here the rule is to follow without fear
Sleep late, wake up early
Before the arm, a guy cuts a finger

I'll eat the beat with pepper and salt
Feeding the pits getting worse
More expensive, just check the trunk
When a guy releases it's chaos

Everyone imitates (everyone copies)
Everyone steals (everyone grabs)
Even our flow, but yours is fake
You should be ashamed

Playing with who?

Tried to play like a Pro man
The Pro has the pages of the book that contains the recipe to eat from yesterday
Gets, knowledge that the flow comes
Cop-eck and you sin every time you steal our pen
Because it hits at the club but could sell lines at the library door

The rest comes without spice
So a guy doesn't identify
Change players like Benfica
DopeMuzik fits, when it comes it stays

It means that in rap we're the neighbor who greets, enters without trust, lightly bizna he knows the state tightens
Força Suprema, we're on another level
You're just a polluted, repeated, diminished, diluted version
Chinese version, copy, obvious cold, double, Ethiopia
Flow is a copy, everything is a copy, look is a copy everything is a copy
All the same like the cops
This is the kind of sound that makes me tell Monsta to ask his doubles if they're playing with who?
Who are you playing with?