Fuba de Moz

[Hernâni]
I'm like a snake in a trance
Try to stop the music
Good things are what you don't expect
Don't doubt it
I love listening to Hip-Hop
I make it too
And I try to write in a unique way
Like it's my signature
Since I was a kid, my childhood
I was killing it, these beats
It's been years making noise for the neighbors
But freaks, a dude reaches, crowds, but missing the cash
Yeah, I love money but I won't do long-distance
You heard me, so fuck you pay me
Or I don't wanna know
Money talks, and when it starts, not even Kanye can interrupt
New haters every day
They can say I'm doing bad
But I don't have time to respond to you
The teacher's already collecting
I started something, then everybody joined in
Real bros, don’t take my credit
'Cause the gift is real, nigga I was born sick
It's no coincidence the first person I saw was a doctor

Teknik
One for the flow, two for the swag. Ipah!
Damn, I'm feeling it
How is this possible?
I'm at the level of singing another track's lyrics
Sick with the flow, that's how I give it
Fuck your sixteen, punishment's here
I'm old school, but always on the low
Fortifying my circle, yo
But let’s get to work, just grind
A lot of effort to get that cash
I won't lean back, this is gonna take me
It'd be a shame if fame comes
No need to envy, you better salute
One of the best performers in the booth
Lights go out, hold onto your cross
Nigga, where are you looking?
With money in my chest, better talk with respect
Or I’ll disrespect you
I use my right fist
What’s this story? What’s that story?
Give me a beat and I’ll have a blast
These guys don’t know when Tek starts
My niggas already know the deal
Nigga, I’m Base, you won’t catch me on the corner
Head down, ass up
That’s how she does it, and the dude doesn’t even imagine
And the smoke we make here, it looks like fog

Rolex
To tie you up is like money, bro
A necessary evil
I have rhymes in stock, some are in the closet
Punchlines, all the time, there’s no time zone
I’m not the teacher or the class boss
But I came to set the schedule
Niggas I’m felt like a G6
Black shake like Ray Charles
I spin the world like Dri6
And funny, Charles
RO, yes sir, it’s me BG’s
I’m talking, nah nigga I’m stepping
Sni jeans
I gave you a heads up but like your dad when payday’s late
I take more babies to the moon than NASA
Lately in Moz rap, I’m making history
Not just catching, but with my tongue I taste victory
Shakila, Paulo Zenda or better yet, man goal
It’s not just me on my chest like the best polo symbol
Ray new mixtape the first
I’m not Illuminati, but I got my eye on the money

Dice
Dice, haham
Everyone trying to write double meanings, I humiliate
You’re the corn, and I’m the mash
Money talks, ham, money talks
It talks so much I got a hoarse voice
I’m smelling wounds
I don’t need to hit the gym
Time heals, soon I’ll have a ripped body
Yeah, this sound is from mp3 but you add so much water
That when it gets to your part it’s just a wave
My schedule is full
I only have time for music
Baby for school
Bro, I’m 100% busy
I’m loaded with watches
But I don’t have time
One of many, PhD in sex
I make the baby collect more coins than Super Mario
I’m a fisherman with clothes on the wall
To catch facts and hang them like a plasma

Rage
If you want me to say in the block, I’m the king of the piece
If it’s a fight, I’ll interrogate you, I won’t give you space
Ant, I don’t hear your shout from here
I’m the nigga with iron balls and a steel ass
The fool disapproves the wise but there’s no proof
The wise doesn’t prove what’s already proven
The wise just renews the beating that the fool gets
And opens the fool’s grave where the wise will bury him
Rageoalina... And it’s important you understand
That hip-hop is a party, and I’m your gift
A phenomenon in the game on the way to a legend
The envious recognizes, no matter how much they resist
No matter how much you turn off the lights and blindfold me
I won’t lose direction, I’ll get there like a delivery
I’m not in the building anymore, now I’m in a tent
On the peak of Everest putting things in my agenda

Régulo Brown Skin
Yo, ham
Brown Skin listen
MC 4, PhD, I’m a well-endowed wise guy
You’re a painting bro, yes, poorly painted and scribbled
And in fact, my end
Is awaited by the weak
They’re frustrated
Oh shit, I’m the king brown skin
Régulo has an accent, you’re in preschool, fool
Learn and say
I’m on the field, and you’re in the seat
Bank, you’re weak and a learner
If this is calculus, I’m the matrix
And in fact, to those who say
I’m the elephant in the grass
Rap is the jungle, 'cause I crush MC’s
Here I have no adversary
And my idol is the mirror
I say what I see
And feel, I inspire myself in myself
'Cause I’m alive what I write
I don’t take shots
I despise shots
Soon I’ll annihilate, I’ll take your peace
I’m a child of the ghetto, black
I draw my destiny alone
With me it’s blood, it’s always hot till the end of the bet
I don’t use yachts, I follow in a butterfly to the end of the coast
A man doesn’t cry for me
What defines me is strength
Don’t whine brother MC
Paint, now turn and lean

Silver Bullet
Speed Gonz Gonz Gonz
Finish the track, wanna know what I spat out
It’s hard to be good and compete with the spilla
And the songs you like, and Bala compiles
With all the flavors I please chicks just with the stick
Verônica Macamo from rap I sign AR
The Fly Niga from Moz focuses only on himself in the air
"Bala weakened" what are you insinuating?
I’ll teach you the ABC of rap yeah and still teach you R
Niggas like, how’s Bala, seems we’re on the same floor
I investigate this art every day, new book
They call me for a track, the same day I step on them
Of rappers without the bases, that’s how I get rid of them
We break the doors, there’s no mercy even for the King
But I’m one of the best and truth, I haven’t stopped
Walking with the same lady, we’re a beautiful pair
And I’ll marry her soon and put the photo on the wall