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My rise doesn't depend on yours
I come from the streets, I come from wherever I want
Independence is the challenge
Child of the Moon
Baixada breathes rap
Everyone knows the cure, green and ripe
For you to buy whatever you want
Since you want so much abundance
Hold on, 'cause later I'll charge even for a selfie, huh!

They never lent me a hand for anything, no
When I used to ride crowded buses
I'm ready for a fight at Guanabara's birthday party
Speak, just angry
Working for the people more than the president
Rap in a black shirt like hell
Listening to Kendrick and always believing that
I'll turn everything upside down

NTG, there's no way
As strong as a Spirit Bomb
With elevated ki, card turned face down
I'll drink Brahma
Protagonist of the plot
Action because I hate drama
Newbie just arrived, so cry
'Cause I've been here for a few hours making money

And they think we're
Standing still
But we're running more than
A Jamaican in the 100-meter dash
Explain the fact
That we're closed with the work
With Trump we're pissed off

On Soffiatti's beat
I do my part
Travel to Mars by bike
I write this work of art
For those who waited
Today is in a nice place
Screw Thor
My week was better than Eike's

Screw the views
Screw the likes
I strike these comedians
I wanted an 18-karat chain
But my neighbor has 18 barking dogs (bark)

So feel the bass
Feel that the situation is serious
And I'm tired of hitting the post
Have you noticed that we shit?!
For your shitty little rap
So take this flush!

NTG, there's no way
As strong as a Spirit Bomb
With elevated ki, card turned face down
I'll drink Brahma
(Hold on Mathews, I'm gonna spend some money here now)
Do they think it's cool?
But do they think they're cool?
Says he makes real rap
But your truth is more false
Than the hats at Uruguaiana
So take that!

Who do you think you're fooling?
Acting tough, dude
It's going wrong, man
You better change course
Or you'll end up becoming
An employee of a Japanese guy
Who sells chicken pastries

It's like an old car, only starts with a push
Always asking for a little push
I'll end up pushing
You off the cliff or the edge
The talk has been given
Don't come crying later that I'm a butcher

Full of gossip
Always talking
I'm not a soap opera or Big Brother
For you to spy on me
2017 is the year that follows the plan
To be rich and turn into gold
Everything I touch
I see the world like a drone
Handpicking the bitches
Look at the fools how they disappear
Thought we stopped?
Put on your headphones
NTG on the lyrical pump
Art for those who are hungry!

Feel the bass
Feel the trouble
Feel the low
Feel the lyrics
Feel the boob
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