The Caverna Cypher

[Luã Gordo]
I can't stand it, man, what a joke: You're slacking
Sneaky traitor, eyeing the good of the crew
Some bitch pretending to be a saint
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, better keep your past hidden

It's not machismo, it's euphemism, she just doesn't value herself
My respect and my concept are for those who prioritize themselves
I want cash & money, I want cash & money
Those who talk a lot do little, I just noted it
Tey!

In the zone
Just chill, bro, hold on to your emotions
Mortal Kombat, the game is hard
With a flow of multiple diction, huh!
I see the envy from the corner
The grass is always greener on the other side

We're taking it by storm, if you ain't seen, you ain't remembered
If you cross my path, your future becomes the past
Cavern of the Dragon stands out from the obvious
Soaking the panties, never the eyes

[HDZ]
You got it? Don’t run, no
So you don’t die on your back
'Cause those who shoot have aim that’s ready to go
Admire the bet, we cock it and freak out those who like it
MCs Shakira and their lame rhymes
Plau!

This is Caverna, dude
In the internal rhyme that twists the legs of the weak, dude
I’m annoying like spam on your timeline
Duck, I’m in the clan that beats your fans on punchlines

This ain't aesthetics, it's metrics, it's technique
The bass hits hard on the speakers till they crack
You wanna trade without realizing, without freaking out
Blood pours
My flow's AK, yours is bang-bang
And bam, bam, bam, right in your face!

Come in slow
Or you’ll just get wrecked, leaving only your shell
Don’t come acting funny, you won’t pass
Metaphors ain't toys
So watch your words, buddy

[NAAN]
Those guys who can’t rhyme for shit
Talk behind your back and don’t deny it
In front, they call me nigga, quoting Nog’s rhymes
To me, you’re just noobs
You’ll never get my attention
Ask for the mic to freestyle
Next time I’ll respond: Naaaah!

Monkeys don’t kill monkeys
So let me share my vision
Monkeys only kill monkeys if that monkey’s a fake
The golden-haired monkey known as the lion tamarin
Please, don’t touch my nigga!
I drop punchlines for life

This is international classic: PSG & Barça
SG doesn’t pass, over there you see disaster
Midnight embraces, and I’m of the Afro-descendant vibe
They’re of the Afroditian vibe

And they still want a girl like Grazi Massafera
But what a fierce mass? Which one does my race generate?
Here the mass shifts with my lines
So shut up, little girls
In the flip, MZ crushes you, beast

[Mozart MZ]
I bring the vibe, lifting the lightness of the uncommon
I bring outrageous hits of air that return and reform one more
Charming song enchanting cadence forged that culminates in flow
Two verses, beats, a mic, audience
A set of ideas synthesizes in a show
Let’s go!

Stay chill, don’t act up
Tracing the tracer that passes, my dude
Unravel, don’t make a storm in a teacup, stop!
And see that what you notice can be good, it can turn
The fact that I take my shot without a tape cut
Is motivation for me to keep smoking

Why breathe?
Desire comes and goes, to tell the truth, buddy
They told me that only your part hits
Share in a time that shakes the ass
As dull as Bussunda, with the lame rhymes
In the act of getting it right
The bad of the black rooster is just thinking about witchcraft

Tumba lacatumba!
When I drop verses, the Marias will rise from the grave
Shake it while sitting on time
Fast as the wind, slide like Bumba
Perfect remedy puts you in shape, keeping it real
Paracetamol, stop, stop, you’re feeling bad

[Funkero]
Usain Bolt, 220 volts
Rhymes in the colt, that’s all folks!
No competition, I’m the selection, rifle in repeat mode
Shot to the face, jab to the chin
Messi’s dribble on PlayStation

Roll the ball, the Road Runner takes off
They hear: Beep, beep!
And feel the wave
Rio, Tokyo, anesthetic opium
Commercial tech is: Fuck you

Black rain in Nagasaki
Muslim smoking crack
Improbable Caverna X-Men (Marvel)
Funkero Brian De Palma (untouchable)

Machiavellian sosa, taking what’s our strength
Face it or respect this side of the puddle
Shots like crazy, nine nine, fool
I’m not Neymar, I’m Romario
Fuck shortcuts, the hand’s shooting lightning
Call me Raiden
Death suits me well

Hadouken!
I only played with Ken
Caverna beats, shock from Blanka
Professor Xavier invading your intellect
I sucked energy from the city, Electro