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Kiba, why don’t you just drop the song?
Real niggas don’t do that
Nigga, that’s wrong

Besides, it’s only on the mic
That you show who’s strong
They took the King, gave him a bow
Left you with Kong

Monkey
I’ll treat you like a little bitch
This ain’t your fault
Blame the fools on Twitter

They made me bring out a side I never use
I asked, who’s abusing?
And right away you were abusing

Nigga! Why you rapping
Like you didn’t know who I am?
Like you didn’t hear about those fools
Who already died with that flow

And that line of yours about Aly Faque
Was so predictable
It only took me one song to be
On another level

But I’ve been in the game for ten years
I’ve been repping since Dilon’s times
Kick up some dust

I annoyed the annoying kid
Forget about that nonsense
Junior, go to your room
The fun’s over

But what’s the problem, Junior?
Aren’t we good friends?
Didn’t we show you love?

You know, until yesterday you were a good kid
But you messed with the annoying kid
Now you die alone

Yeah, even your friends know
I brought a coffin, man, it’s big
Even your friends fit
Like, you fit, they fit
All of you fit

I’m more confused than 16 scenes
From 2016
Because I’m an elevator
And you want to use me to rise

Nigga, there are artists I’d use
To rise
There’s Dygo, there’s Aza
Duas Crew, Lizzy Crew
Blaze Crew

Where’s Junior?
You know, nobody remembers you
Like, if the talk is rap
Nobody remembers you

Except your friends over there
Nobody remembers you
A G with two months in this
Is tearing you apart

The kid abused me
I left the job in a rush
If I were a kid, my nigga
You wouldn’t be running

If you were a man, my nigga
You wouldn’t be running, actually
If you weren’t a little bitch, my nigga
You wouldn’t be running

Blood
Kiba came with bang bang
To take out Jay and his Gang
I think it hurt when I said
You smoke that mbamgue

Yeah, but I won’t spare you, bro
And we’ll use you as an example
Like your name is João
It’s already set

Body on the ground
Zaca-za on your head
Who’s the boss?
Ask there, the kid
Who’s the real kid?

I gotta come to your place
To have a man in the house
If you didn’t know, know now
I’m a crazy kid
Nigga, I’ll kill you
Just don’t eat because I don’t eat pork
Tchap, tchap

In your face like I came with a katana
They say in your palace
You’re the one who wears the capulana

You know they lied to you when they said
I’m mpfana
I’m Doppaz in this shit
And you’re malangatana
Motherf-