A Praga

[Spinardi]
I toasted my damn day
Generation of kings that I bury
Man, I toasted my damn day
From what I know, they changed the criteria

I toasted my damn day
From what I know, they changed the criteria
Man, I toasted my damn day
Generation of kings that I bury

[P. Qualy]
It's serious to break glass
Disturbance
Kick drum that fits with the voice
That fits with the box
We're in hunting season
What's up, rasta?
And if the cops pass by, they don't find
Clear up, I'm clean and got away with it
Warrior Damassaclan!
You can try to intimidate
You can try to take all the benches out of the van
We deal with the crisis
Good morning, Vietnam!
Metropolitan city, where freedom deprives you
My crew dodges in the streets where crying is free
But crying doesn't always save

[SPVIC]
Serious to break glass
Disturbance
Kick drum that fits with the voice
That fits with the box
Haikaiss on stage is a spectacle
Measure a quarter of the new century
See it through the breath of the oracle
And I only calculate and avoid a sabbatical year
And we don't get caught, only accumulated tracks and synics
150 years!
Links with these circles
We are chemists
Tru, let's go!
I learn the truth, warn of the loss
Buy the city in the move on the floor
Aim at the ceiling of the building itself
Light step on the shell of the trade
Vice of this distinct youth
Plays with life like no other
Controls the breeze that I work with 32
Crazy thug looking for a fight

[P. Qualy and Spinardi]
Imagine the family against? Then don't complicate
Underline family, as you don't know what it means
Publish but I saw that it doesn't sign
No intrigue, Damassaclan applies
The crew is standing, whenever you want
To always maintain, proceed
Leader, what we don't lack is respect!
Brother of faith, I encourage the goal
Only the green, no powder, no selling, no stealing
You know the way!

[Spinardi]
I toasted my damn day
Generation of kings that I bury
Man, I toasted my damn day
From what I know, they changed the criteria

I toasted my damn day
From what I know, they changed the criteria
Man, I toasted my damn day
Generation of kings that I bury

[Spinardi]
Get out of the prosthesis to see the bang grow
DMC surviving in hell
Look at that old man dressed in a suit, man
Just proof that there's illusion present at the time
On the track I see the drool
Before the girl who offers her backside
Cattle, pumped and at the sardana party
I see the price that is paid
Each collective and its chores
I see my friends as the best
Not as you want
The track is a grape!
Chapa don't even worry
Looking for irony? Turn on the TV
The dance of PT, PSDB
What are we going to do? Damn
Seeing people screwing themselves
Youth dances the waltz with HIV
Damn, Damassa ending the mess
If you don't believe, but life is unique, it's cynical
Solid, it's music
Damn, Damassa ending the party
That I take by force
In the swagger of a São Paulo resident, in the anger of a coastal resident
Damassa is smoke, is a race, is a plague, damn

I toasted my damn day
Generation of kings that I bury
Man, I toasted my damn day
From what I know, they changed the criteria

I toasted my damn day
From what I know, they changed the criteria
Man, I toasted my damn day
Generation of kings that I bury

[Qualy]
Spi, there's a dude trying to take the girls to a group
Without having made my lines
Talks bad about my work but if you bump into me
You'll ask to make peace
Club with Haikass millenials
It's 1000 faithful men and 2000 classy women
And you'll only get someone when your show stops being
The ratio of 20 men to 7 guys