Bitch Nigga

Bitch Nigga:

Not everyone does what they say
What they do is abusive
And the way they act is an argument I accuse
Well-dressed clowns disappoint in content
Big-mouthed fools who think they can do it all
You talk big about yourself
Your advertising is beautiful
You're the greatest, you're the best at saying you're the best
Hardcore is dead!
They say you're a master of nothing
What's your demand?
What you sow doesn't bear fruit and smells like bullshit
You have a worn-out, trashy shell
That empty package
No longer fools, no longer suffices
You're an excellent storyteller
Of poorly told stories
Of few truths
Adulterated realities
You're part of a forced elite, admired by the riffraff
The idea you have of yourself
Is an exaggerated image
So much power, so much style
So much fame, so much weed
For the money, so much bullshit
And you still talk about me, asshole
You judge me in secret
I'm trashy, I'm a failure
Lazy and burnt out
That's right, I'm whatever you want me to be
I'm just standing still but what you do is worthless!

Witch:

Halloween isn't a joke
No bitch nigga touches me
I'm a street live, motherfucker
You say hip-hop is street culture
Every time I see you on the street
You run away
Run, fool, you're a good athlete
In a race without a finish line
Are you faster
Or is your ass shitting your pants?
Enough of half-assed talk
I'll crush any rapper
10 years of rap AP
A cappella
If the movement is apartheid
I'm Mandela
Who can, can
Who can't
Get lost
Nigga, don't twist our name
Because, kid, in Portugal it's fucked up to be a thug
Out of every 4 niggas, 1 snitches
Life in crime
Is my destiny
Nina, I won't die from addiction
I'll die with you
If you see me dead on the street
Throw me in the trash can
My mother won't bury
Her thug son
Stay fine, I still want

Nigga, are you blind or drunk?
You think this shit is Sesame Street? (Damn)
Kriminal just wants your respect
Fuck your money, you fucking poser

Drunk Master:

Drunk is Kriminal, Nigga
Listen up
Our sound has a tone yours doesn't have!
You're a Bitch Nigga
We make you our hostage
Kriminal takes charge
Whether you like it or not
I've already told you about Halloween
Come 20, come 100
Kriminal doesn't release albums
Just to show off
We send shit from guys like you
All to hell!
Your 10 years of rap
Your crew, what's up with that?
And all those motherfuckers who think hip-hop is cap
Movement without feeling
Won't go anywhere
That shit has no top
And you guys are number 1
Kriminal rhymes what it feels
What it lives and observes
We're active troops
And you guys are reserves
Give me a taste of your sound
And I, nah, shove it
That verse is outdated
The beat sounds like Kuduro
I can't consume
The material isn't pure
They're out there by the thousands trying to fuck up Portuguese rap
They're as true as the fake ones and as fake as Judas