Cypher (feat. Costa Gold e Funkero)

[Qualy & Nog]
What is Damassaclan?
Damassa is smoke, it's a race, it's a plague, it's the swarm
Damn, it's fucking tough, my buddy
In the world we live in, I spend health to earn money
I earn money to spend health
And if you didn't catch on, if you didn't understand anything of what I'm saying
Tell them it's too late

[Pedro Qualy]
Ahhh, if they dreamed how much I dedicate myself, son
Each line is a birth, between the root and the pure fruit
I have come across, I try never to stop
Mind is an irreparable instrument
And in my case, I ruin a rare case
My work demands too much
Please someone help me deal with fame
I drink more after each show
I've been doing 4 or 5 shows every week
I say without flavor, my sensible, boring side
I don't find being square funny
Newspaper to TV, I find it all a drag
Fictitious this unpredictable movie
Combustion, fuel
I live with an imperceptible enemy
It's accessible, it's in my hand, now I just need to share
Irritated, yes, I did a round trip and didn't even eat
And you criticizing me with your hands dirty from fondue
And with no routine, but I don't have a case
A pack is not enough, so bring me a box
It's not possible, when will this change? And hey?

[Nog]
You accuse me of guilt, that I talk shit just to insult a whore
That I think it's cool to use more drugs than Supla
If my sound bothers you then change it and listen to Xuxa
But when this sound plays, you shake your ass
It's not angelic at all, it comes from the soul like a medieval cult
And being the same, an ancestral Griot from Senegal
To be in the mouth of the favela up to high school, it's genius
But controlling the masses can be terminal
While youth only thinks with their genitals
Don't get fooled here, the trick is to escape the conventional
Understand? It's about always being exceptional
Yes, it can be cool, only for those who don't see the evil
That I saw, oh how I suffered, how everyone laughs
Together with the demon, laughing, I need help here
How many Judases I saw leave, many I saw fall
I got hurt, but it's because few have David's blood

Remember that tape
What's up?
Hey, tell me

[SPVic]
I came from the future and yes, I know well that I must repeat the formula
Similar or identical
Another philogynous life
Reviewing to destroy, rebuild for each page
For few to understand how tragic it is
I may have been a bit snobbish
I may understand and want to break records
The luck is to be, not to have, learn to feel
Not to repeat, to undo
To know how to lose, know how to win, but to give back
I've been rapping since when it wasn't so interesting
Let's recap: It was another ZIP code, it was on a cassette
These kids to me are all redundant
Enemy is to stimulate, hey, few ideas
Notify the contractor to the consistent militant
Who feeds the business model made for beginners
The fuck is that my team is huge
Have the humility to recognize and inherit structure, you arrogant son of a bitch

(Hey, you arrogant son of a bitch, your treatment was trash, and we know, man
Police approach is how it is
It's a report, with a bunch of twelve-gauge and a rifle pointed at your face
You think we're barons?)

[Predella]
It's that the kaboom was a direct hit like Sun-Tzu
To attack fools, attack fire, man
So respect it because the cradle is the land where I was born (skr, skr)
Step softly, we're the underground mold
More energy in the voice than in mine, it doesn't exist
4 in the morning and we're listening to Fifty
Several prostitutes, pure cocaine, listening to a beat that
Mobb Deep, Que-Tip, what's up
The south is alive and you better ask Nitro Di
Nitro is us listening to an Ozzy Osbourne
Black Panther, black bank, black hair
So fuck skin color
Predella shows Ronaldo how to train Cicare (ahn)
Predella runs over, for, Pirelli tire (ahn)
I remove all copied rhymes that are fake
The more work I do, I realize
You're not worth a hole in my Bape sweatshirt
I'm as rare as Super Mario or Supreme
From hell to heaven, me and Miguel are over in your game
Peçanha, get the kerosene, Irene and shout with conviction
Fuck the PM
It's Costa Gold and Haikaiss
It's Zona West and ZN
My buddy said: Fuck the PM
It's Costa Gold and Haikaiss

[Funkero]
X-Men, Funkero Kobain
Spitting this verse, straight from beyond
I died ten thousand years ago, went to hell and came back
To get my rivals
I came from the end of the line straight to the podium
Fuck your hatred
It's nothing personal, it's just business
Damassaclan, platoon
One nation
Dirty game like money, frenetic rhythm
Shocking the idiots, electric abortion
Get ready for the massacre, war is art, Sun-Tzu
Full contact verses, rap Kung-Fu
You guys are faker than showing off in music videos
I operate MCs without anesthesia, Dr. Fritz
Exchanged shots don't hurt, cry boy, anti-hero
DMC, narcos, drugstore, cowboy

[Spinardi]
Laralalalala
Laralalalala
If they knew

[Spinardi]
How much I dedicate myself, son
Dish for mine, share the dish with your buddies
Don't be surprised, coincidence is an instrument of God
And even taking by assault, in times of barbs, in times of walking in the dark
I'm from the guerrilla style
The one who fights and shows faith to atheists
Listening to the advice of the wise who occupies the place
Compare me to Stephen Hawking
The difference is that on top of the beat, while you listen, I can speak
My favorite MC is not a ladder and doesn't live in a fairy tale
Your favorite MC still can't even pay the bills at home, ha
Hearing some truths corrodes you
Your rap is too much play for too little boy
No shame in being barefoot
I see lions in mountains of manure
You're enjoying blood so much that Dracula is jealous
I remembered, while it was good it was beautiful
The fair-weather friend, my friend's fair-weather
To close with a golden key
Greetings Marecha, king of the lines
And if the music only ends now
This time the damn music is mine

[Scratches]
Remember that tape
The gang unites to make the tape
Hey, tell me

Wow, holy shit, holy shit man
Wow, my name is Lex Luthor
No, my name is Clark Kent
Fuck