Liricopatas 4 (feat. LinoMc, Vitu 081, WinniT, YounGui, Kaemy e Zuluzão)

Ladies and gentlemen, after a long time we are back
The Liricopaths project is here for you, miracles happen

[MC Sid]
Salute, sergeant
I'm Sid, a sergeant
A street dog that licks its own wound
I don't give a damn about what they say, I deserve a raise
I've never seen anyone work like I do in here
It's because I don't follow the rules, fact, sorry about that
It's because I'm not a damn rat, I never pull the carpet
No one wants an artist anymore, they prefer a pet
That lies down, rolls over, gives a paw and shines in the raps

Territorialist artists like a southern lapwing
I don't play to draw
Spare me the chatter
Your lyrics are just a mere shout
See how I sharpen the iron
The fire of the scene's arena, a problem, like Nero
Spare me the blah blah
From those who sing love songs and treat their girl like a beautiful whore
Macho posture online and on the street is lame
Fake like the guns they show in the video, grab my dick
I do rap, I do it to the bone, it's steel
And even after I'm dead, you'll criticize my fossil
No matter what I do
Those who judge are idle
And if you step on the wrong toe, you'll stress even the gentlest dog

Woof woof, purple tongue is a drug like chow-chow
Your friend is drowning in that salt
Mary who goes with the others, crazy little sheep
Even the place where obedience has a bad ending
Woof woof, purple tongue is a drug like chow-chow
Your friend is drowning in that salt
Mary who goes with the others, crazy little sheep
Even the place where obedience has a bad ending

[LinoMc]
I remember leaving school
So happy, it was time to go
I remember my depression inside would go away when I got the girls outside
This revitalizes, you used to make fun of me
Now you beg for a photo of the guy, who was ugly, full of braces
But still you drooled over him
I remember the days when my teacher wanted me to get her
I was lacking grades and my notebook had more lyrics than a favela wall
But she was damn ugly, had garlic breath and a bunch of issues
I wrote the best poem, crumpled the paper ball and threw it at her

The paper ball doesn't make the verse disjointed
All my puberty I only thought about sex
And nowadays I realize that in the mirror my haters are kind of annoying
Who are dreaming of being my reflection
You're a hip-hop fan
I let them, become Loki
They didn't follow Lino, they say I'm a TikToker
But it's not that I am, you're the real one
You're the damn like whore who sells out for money

[Vitu 081]
The lyrical year returns with historical reparation
Respect for those who come from where I come from
That's the formula, it's the logic
This is my phase, I don't stay for the next
I was born outside the axis thinking outside the orbit
Who wants my death, I died laughing
I finish the game quickly, like Riberi
Zero limp is on the track to redeem me
My strength is in the accent, now laugh at me (oxe)

Listening to Chico's old songs, understanding the gossip
Comedy sees passing by, shuts up
And looking inside my peak
Dudu had said that no one rhymes more than Vitu
Popular rhymes from parties are just a bore
I come from the embolada where the rhythm is only mine
Liricopath since I was little was the name I had
Blessed be mainha's womb

[WinniT]
WinniT on the boom-bap beat, a classic
Hip-hop is a temple or an ecclesiastical sample
I'm cultured and don't graze
You spend hours in front of the screen
Facing the war on iPhone screens
Waiting for Ruyter to come give you a car
Blind with your paid followers
With the hat they cover their face, never believed
You'll bite your face, it's the black king
The street is the platform that pays the most, I've said it

Living among Killmongers and T'Challas
Psycho-lyrical, electric
Brazil with an S for slave quarters
My ego is Donald Glover
Welcome to the world of Diadema where caution is written at the entrance

[YounGui]
My lyrical self got tired of talking to me
I'm expressing everything that filled my mind
Life of gains, hits, mistakes, and enemies
Always trying to bring something different
Cursed be those who predicted my end
Tranquility is in those who don't want trouble
Blessed be the fruit of the Gomu no Mi
Young Gui keeps working and chewing the scene
I've always been a Liricopath and it's not news
Underestimated by people since a young age
I'm a reference and they treat me with irreverence
What can I do if my state only cares about the hype
Heavy black, you can call me Big Mike
This seems like the selection, we kill the big track
Listening to the audience, enemy I don't believe the hype
Make way for the rough black man, your big ref

After this put my name on the check
I killed it in this one and I wasn't even inspired
Let's leave the bread and circus for those who want to play
A real man only makes money and follows the legacy
After this put my name on the check
I killed it in this one and I wasn't even inspired
Let's leave the bread and circus for those who want to play
A real man only makes money and follows the legacy

[Kaemy]
Activity in the verse, taking responsibility
Ignoring problems and moving forward in life
Dominating the game, no competition
No idea for these low-audience troubles
My team is hustle, work and then leisure
If you give voice to the revolt, we'll end up on TV
Even if bothered, the scoundrel will watch me
Doing it in a way that won't be forgotten
Surfing this wave, after drowning in it
I'm running so much without time to think
Focus on posture, I have nothing to comment
An opportunity to change life
And I did all this improvising
Give me a pen, a crazy beat in a studio, that's all I need
I don't usually have enemies
Lately those who try against me end up losing

[Zuluzão]
Sid let the dogs loose and now I feel at home
African wall and no one passes this wall
Strong race, I'm on the hunt, you'll be scared until morning
No longer the face of crime but of fair victory
Professional diver, but I swim in volcanoes
I was here 5 years ago completing missions
With few rhymes I touched so many hearts
That nowadays there are Zuluzões everywhere in Brazil
Black flow encouraged
Young man with many hugs and few friends
The provider is a man who doesn't run from shelter
That's why everyone wants to be my child
So settle in, there's room in the van
You pretend you didn't hear but we know you did
Rhyming with friends, in Liricopaths style
Zuluzão, make it real