Poetas No Topo 2

[Orochi]
Take your ambition and use it in favor of your life
Take my advice: Value your work, brother
Take your vision, your glass, your joint, your girl
Take your hypocrisy and go to hell
My gang dominates Rio
Thinks I'm a kid
Kid bongarino
If there's no kunk for the mix
Relax, we'll send a shoutout to the rich cousin
Still laughing, these little fucked up ones
Who think they're gangsters
Who stay locked in their room, smoking
Thinking the work is flowing
It's tough, the success of the guys from the city bothers you
I agree with Spinardi, the trend is to criticize the trend
Miss when everything was just freestyle in the circle
And everyone was just another one, smoking nonsense
And talking about this weed, shit
Miss the wind takes away, seriously
You'll only say you dominate this shit
When you stop messing around with my dick Y'all
Following calmly and chill
I know how to make the sound of the moment
And I make the moment a sound
So calm down, if you don't know, don't speak
Virgin, Orochi São Gonçalo that kills you
Now I sign below and faith!

[Fbc]
Original Ge
Expensive information!
Like a Barsa encyclopedia, expensive formations!
Like Barça athletes, Ícaro lent me wings
Notebook under the pillow
I never had such real dreams
Earthquakes in China, terror, rhyme monster
Katrina, lines will lift you off the ground
KKK are not potassium
They gave us work, we came back with encrypted S
Paco in hand, they talk
About business, since they are the product
To be negotiated, they are on sale
Elevator sound, not elevation
Verse Originality, they're just versions

[Froid]
Hey, Froid you're awesome man, I wanted a picture of us
I follow you from the battles, your flow is venomous
Pseudosocial is a classic, so let's record a feat
Come to my house for a barbecue, I have a PC for you, make a beat
Seriously, I love rap, you and Disstinto are skrr
Your shirt has your logo, how is that? It's very stylish
Seriously, I also like OVNI
Like I also see spirits
Pseudo without borders obvious
Like Tim Infinity, I didn't read
I didn't watch, I live
Black Drama, my mother did witchcraft
Like every single mother
But see, if I didn't rhyme, where would I be?
Bet on me, think about the prize, like a lottery Yoo
50 shades of brown
150 sounds of love about the same woman
Just the lipstick flavor and heat change
Gali very much playboy
My son won't even have a grandfather
Doesn't understand the lyrics Genius
Doesn't use the pen Jesus
I'm semi-illiterate, I didn't read
I didn't watch, I am, I sound
Clothes and jewelry work as a quota system
Now blacks have stacks of notes and drugs, and weapons
That's why I speak in metaphors
There's no more philosophy in school

[Sain]
Bloco7, the truths you don't want to hear
But stay cool, the guys came to have fun
Speaking of which, bring two more of those
Jackie Chan style, Drunken Master, killing MCs
So pay to watch my man
I made the ticket worth it
I saw some guys getting deluded, I did the opposite
I saw some friends leave, I wrote some verses
You see me smile, man, it's much more than success
I don't know the favorite danger of the bitches
Loves the life I live
But doesn't understand the mate or die
Dangerous profession, bills hit, the bank charges
You're not involved, you become a pawn
I'm not content with the leftovers, chap, you know
I'm always for Glory, like my soldiers
(Kgl damn!)
Seeing how the world spins, spins, spins
But I don't gain anything if I stay still
Because days pass, months pass, years pass quickly
Choices are severe, mistakes are always tragic
The game is real and in the real world it's magical
Sain with a gold tooth in the tactical scheme
I make it look easy, I've been doing this for a long time
Barbecue on the Stone, they swear they're watching me
Your argument is weak, words fly with the wind
No terror my man, I'm living the moment
Speak!

[Ducon]
Speak!
(22790, Rio de Janeiro, dude)
And if the game is to turn, let the game turn
And if it's to make a sound to get high
My sound that made Alice
Travel on that pure wave and escape from the routine
Believe that there's a cure for my craziness
I couldn't help but listen to
Shit and so much nonsense For the after
This stone, it's pow and rest in peace
And if this bomb explodes before the apocalypse
Just give me time to find it and kiss it in the eclipse
I got the invitation to hang out, I
Hung out with the team, I said: Don't idolize
But never underestimate, permission to sing
Everything I want to sing 11 years to add up
And I'm firm
Poetry, rat race, clientele, cold nights
Who would have thought that nowadays they would listen to my sound
I fought for the family, mother Luzia, for the
Guys who did the hustle without thinking only
In money, it's been a while, I also know who was there
The fact is the top, but from no one
I'll speak, I've always been crazy, always wanted to believe
In a dream that besides being strange, has the size of the sea
It used to be different, it is
Currently they say there's drugs and women
But I don't give a damn, since I'm making
Vows and it's not with my wife, it's with
My faith
Light!

[Coruja Bc1]
I closed my body, opened my mind, it's hot
I disappeared for two years to come back at least five ahead
With a cool album, that's hype for me to release
Kill fake and shout: Tragic!
With Mr. Omar's irony, soul breathes Jazz
Like Rakim's flow
You guys are dry like Cantareira in Alckmin's management
Just Dorias of rhyme, without malice
They're against the people, but they win because they have publicity
These are new times, they missed the time
Life is tightrope, I'm playing slackline
Daredevil, fearless man leaves the boat and walked
On the waters call me Peter without explanation
To physics, I went crazy Isaac Newton
I took it by storm call me Huey Newton
Who knows who Huey Newton was tells me?
If you don't know, study, like I used to listen to
Fábio Luis, Pique Marechal and the project to free
I want to free the scene, from breaking down
Just the shards remain So, I went to a show of
Limited MCs waited for them to sing, and I threw
Books on stage Year of the lyricists, in life
We deliver roses, listen to Amiri, listen to Drika
Barbosa Kamau is a habeas corpus for the mind
Rincón Bolt in the race We are Van Gogh, and we will sell
Paintings in life My favorite MC doesn't clog the napa
Your favorite MC, with rhyme I erased
From the map This cypher is a tornado, mother Iansã
Who sends the leftovers Hashtag raise the level, or
Better poets at the top

[Baco Exu do Blues]
I've already ventured with death like Billy & Mandy
You call collect to God and complain
That he doesn't answer
The public wants me to make the sound that sells
Just to call me a sellout
2017 is the Lyrical Year, You're screwed
Only talk about crew, my kids rob a bank
Rap was like Michael Jackson, Sick and White
We didn't let it, we cured it
These kids want to be kings just to shit on the throne
I'm out of time, forgive me Chronos
Go fuck off over there! But you've already fucked yourself
I have faith in your verse like Nietzsche believes in God
My existence is heresy, Holy Spirit
I died and came back on the third day, Malcolm Afrosamurai X
MCs run from me: Run Dmc Run Dmc
Want sponsorship from Supreme, I want from Skol
Want to be Genghis Khan, but you're just Mongol
We are the reincarnation of gods, I fear not the devil
You have money, I have lyrics
I steal MCs' money to give to black mothers
Prada for black, Prada for black
I steal MCs' money to give to black mothers
Prada for black, Prada for black
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