Best Friend (feat. Letodie, Smile, Tavin e Jotapê)

[MC Sid]
Blessed is the fruit
Sid, Leto, Tavin, Jota, Smile, uh
Ya, ya, ya

When you bump into me, you feel really scared
When you rhyme, you lie, so I'm gross memo
Sid doesn't deserve the top spot, because I don't like seeing him
Your loser speech is a pain in the neck
I'm eclectic, I always rhyme about everything
You cry for attention, I always suffer dumb
You want to have me as a rival, that's cool
At your funeral, my look will be a trench coat
My verse is warping, man
What a pity, pity, oh, I kick like an emperor
You smell like [?]
It's the pin, it's the dust, look, relax, I have no shame
I never grow old so I hate birthday
I feel so above that I have no opponent
I run for the just, but I hate vigilantism
Law by one's own hands is a butcher's excuse
I've been on this run for five years
My blood flows, I continue the memo
There is no recipe for rap
Everything I prescribe is my taste, flow is just seasoning
Keep your opinion in Jaco's pocket
Blessed, devout, I chop pitaco
There's no point kissing my ass
Do you think I got this far listening to advice from a failure?

[LetoDie]
It's just that I came from where no one came
Blue sky, but when it's bad there, it's ugly weather
South side, bro, respect, I came to get in the middle
I'm not even taking the scene seriously, I came for a walk, huh
The best poets came from the well
I shit on whoever is at the top and I say that
Those who are so exposed always end up dead
It's the shooting target around here
You're so stuck in the bubble, it wasn't even by choice
Same makeup, they are fake
It's not that you're on top
It's just that there's no morality to step down here, huh?
Revenge is awesome, right, you eat it cold, no
We're hot and you don't make a peep, no
The street charges the Cops, so I double kill
I'm not your best friend, as Fill would say
So don't test my faith because you can't even
Word for life, here the contract is on the mustache
Rhyme, live, man, life is always tense
Not a clear fate, I exchange punches for offense
It's been almost 10 years
Little time and lots of plans, bro, I'm going to the end
Wavering with my brothers will cause a lot of damage
And the kids have bad blood

[Smile]
What do you mean you carry a Glock? Hmm
If you use TikTok, Blessed is Hip Hop, hmm
Pros hater motherfucker, gangster face, hamster
They stole your lunch, don't fuck with it
Whirlwind of wind, today I'm like Don Quixote
Life isn't beautiful, you're just drinking candy at the club
Your mother is getting fucked and you have a mustache
I give up the drugs this time
What a shit song you made
In the scene I only see kids, it's the end
I'm from the CS 1. 6 era
The devil is just a zen hippie
I'm doing shit, what's wrong?
The world is shit, she wants intrigue
I'm going to get high, fuck you, call me tomorrow

[Tavin]
Like La Casa, I take it by storm
Like NASA, my flow is high, it comes in the shoe
It's just that I came pissed and full to leave you standing still
No cloth, working, my plan is to invade the plateau
Come to bullshit, in the lines you can't fight
Goofy makes tit and bullshit “pa” sound
Pear, letter, made, dose, black stripe
It affects you that it lays you down, even your blood heats up
Fast and fierce like a pitbull, rhythm
On the beat I haunt the bell, like, boo
Twenty-tru and a thousand bushes pull me, delaying more than blue
You're only frozen because you put ice in your mouth (oops)
Don't come and take it away, it will be a lie
Or will I have to ask you to leave?
I'm calm like a monk, without even meditating
Maintaining the essence and patience, without going crazy
He says he doesn't care, but I know he does
Come try and fight, I'll exile you
Turn like a villain, I'll register
His death on the walls of Bendita
When I turn on the mic it's a breeze
You land on those who only pose and on posers life tramples
I took an A4 sheet and made a gray portrait
I liked it, I put it in a painting and called it Mona Lisa
The kids are smooth with the beat and we slide
Sending the conversation straighter and more concrete than a track
The ones that the plane lands
So tell the tower that I'll bend Loki, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa

Attention passengers, we have interrupted our flight
To convey a message from my dear friend JotaPê

[JotaPê]
The year was 2020, everyone with masks on their faces
They masked the pain of my people
We made letters and protests because they still only handcuff our own
Victimization is my egg
They even put a mask on their gestures
I always support the opposite
We always treated like mattes
Look around and see bones
Do you still want me to talk about the rest?
I came here without a kid in my pocket
But I swear I came mad at Bolso (Naro)
Those voices in the dungeon
Your erroneous concept of current
What imprisons Achilles shines here on my neck
Consequence of work is my cash, come
I came to luxury, but the trash verses come
Monsters off the clock, call Kevin, Ben
Punch these rappers, I'm like Def Jam
There is no posture on the street and the internet is overflowing
I make rhythms that not even the cage had
I want my brothers rich like Michael B. Jordan
And my millionaire rhymes like Viola Davis
The attitudes and rhymes, you all must
Who should not win, bro, this isn't Catan
You swear you're fighting to be Pain one day, but you're weak on a dose of diazepam
I can't take this lean soap opera of yours anymore
Verses more coiled than a ball of yarn
This complete verse I wrote in Finn's village
Destroying idols, light a fan candle
Without zeal, slave quarters on your Netflix screen
Maximum focus, greater than your TekPix
Luan de Oliveira, see the man ni tricks
Blessed gathering monsters, welcome to the Omnitrix