Poetas no Topo 3.2

[Raillow]
Huh, Another Law, like this, look
East Side, the streets around here are smelling crowded
And what you value for us is misery
And yeah, it's all we use
Divide and use, and the sirens play and we listen
Another one passed, another one went up
Commerce grows, the drug trade profits
And on the corners around here, it's always the same thing
Another daughter of, huh
Another daughter of the homeland of gunpowder
The world is hers, except for the blame
So give me a break before I freak out
And you destroy everything, and I thought of everything
So shut up and listen to me
And I went back to the street
Graffiti, neighborhood, the crew in the shirts
The young ones stealing, forged, some spinning
And they circling around at dawn
And the party going on in the street below
Justice releases and evil rents
And she came without fear, with a cigarette in her fingers
And I sealed it with a Russian wine
And I didn't know the top was like this
And where I came from, there were corners without music
Where there were only problems
And the poets selling what mesmerizes you
How much is the show worth and how much does life cost?
If there's no word, you have no way out
Listening to chaos with the sky in my bed and hell on the corner
Authorities parade, black market and crime dominate
Who is this cocky little guy?
With the white smile, blond hair, beautiful voice?
Raillow sensation, Raillow is Mandela
Sleep is luxury, the rest is garbage, Itaquera is Palestine
To thrill the princesses and make crowns queens

[Xamã]
Hey, look what I can do
Hey Jack, tell your mom I made a rap
Rock, I've been so boombap
They say Xamã sings with a Glock
Black, hi-tech lyrics, knock, knock
Never have dinner with a vampire from Woodstock
Robert De Niro is top
Marquin, run, the helicopter landed in your glass
It seemed like opium, drugs on the menu
But if you mess with my flow, you'll end up in Tangamandapio
Somewhat obvious and unimaginable
Climb to my level, here's my impalpable lyrical self
Driving metrics irresponsibly
I want a Batmobile in the Marvel universe
Babe, I'm terrible
Sleep with my detestable body, kill the divas
Everyone wants to see blood, I kill live
Mom, I killed your son, it was inevitable, imperceptible
I follow unshaken, like Hulk: incredible
I saw all this I said in a rusty sunset on the bus window
Call MC Xamã
Long time no see
My young one became your fan
Raillow is sending you a kiss, go
Call MC Xamã
Long time no see
My young one became your fan
And Raillow is sending you a kiss, go
Icarus sprouted wings, called W.L, Civic leaks
The ET is (huh) coming back home
My Deadpool flow gives you wings
1Kilo, Pineapple on faith, you don't want it, go away
I sprouted a werewolf from the land of men who rule NASA
Samba is my prayer, black gets upset, don't follow me
You son of a bitch, asshole, don't touch my mom
Or I'll cut you into pieces, serve you at a barbecue like campaign sauce
Don't follow me
Nothing erases me, freedom Rafa Braga, freedom Rafa Braga
Nothing erases me, freedom Rafa Braga, freedom Rafa Braga

[LK]
Pay attention now
For the puppets it's the rope
Hey, for the inert it's let's go
Before the values are inverted
I'm lost, so don't follow me, it's not your business
I'm on another level, brother, faith cuts your strings
The world infested with evil
And I'm seeking equality
But in Brazil justice is confetti papers at carnival
Body closed and mind open, cousin
Take another drag and deny the pain to stay alive
I seek balance so I don't lose focus
The young ones divided in the hunt for the top and the poets dead
We arrived by the margin and dominated the monitors
Screw it, we took over the media, so rip out the satellite dishes
The queen's cry, now rap makes my queen euphoric
Want a better victory, brother?
Rap is booming, it's good, bunch of hypocrites
This shit is Brazil, our subversion is spreading culture where the focus is
Man, for real, we're the guys, don't carry AK
And it's better a hundred mics for the young ones than a hundred Glocks there
Got it, my crew is like the mafia
No, never believed in authority
So don't reveal where the stash is
You know LK
And I never knew myself, I never understood any of this
I thought about going to Acre
To psychograph 14 rap books and then disappear, I'm gone

[Choice]
Hey, top of the top, of the top, for my favela
For my favela
Walking in hell, I'm like Orpheus
I walk without looking back
Calculating the path Jesus walked
Until I see that humans don't deserve peace
The weight of the cross I carry no longer causes pain
The contempt of those I love no longer causes pain
I live in Purgatory, between chaos and pain
If life is a movie, why doesn't anyone pause the pain?
Reality asks me to be told
A sign in the sky calls for Super Hip Hop
Here the truth won't be manipulated
Under the excuse of generating ratings
Put yourself in the place of a raped woman
Or a student arrested, abused by the BOPE
The blue whale of the street is a boat passing unnoticed
I'm the Trojan Horse of your laptop
Once a guy told me a hypocrisy
He told me being a man was just having a mustache
I think it's like being poor and not having food at home
But claiming to be a millionaire driving a Ford
Who doubted me I crushed so easily
That lyrically I feel like a Megazord
People keep deluding themselves with this Mega Sena
Accumulated to win, only having mega luck
Doesn't fuck, we deserve more than Bolsa Família
Or should I correct myself to Bolsa Migalha
Politicians accumulating millions on islands
While a mother humiliates herself and another father works
To buy school supplies for his daughter
Who doesn't learn the necessary material at school
Life is a card game, you have no choice
But after the game ends, death shuffles
I want to make all the gods love each other
I mean, gather them
Dirty hearts like all these seas
I mean like the Nile River, man
Top of the top, of the top, and my father is proud
He doesn't see me, but I know his eyes shine
Diamonds never made my eyes shine
That's why I never pulled the trigger
I could have pulled the trigger
And surely diamonds would surround me
But then my father's eyes wouldn't shine
And he wouldn't have anything to be proud of
Top of the top, of the top, and my father is proud
Top of the top, of the top, for my family

[Leal]
(Poets on Top, RJ, SP)
Mental, spiritual evolution
Is what I need to feel alive
They never told me it would be easy
But they also didn't tell me it would be hard
They doubted what I can do, there was little space
I always lived with little, it doesn't bother me
Poet in a crazy world, in the middle of darkness
Proving to all of Brazil that this is still a commitment
And this is feeling, everyone knows
If it's not, it becomes useless
Message rap, no massaging
Freedom of expression, useful tool
I feel weak, I feel bad
Another night away from my son
If he doesn't pay, I feel like a fool
Late side, hire and give corn
If you don't have money, don't make an offer
It's free in the break, we're in this
Poetry, master of ceremonies, not party entertainer
The president works for the CIA
They're taking everything that's ours
Rap is rhythm and poetry
I don't know what it has to do with acting tough
And I don't get lost in words, I don't affirm in fantasy
I'm worse than you expected, revolution with anger, anarchy
I already knew it was without ox, without pain, without conquest, it was never easy
I lived in a house, I lived in an apartment, but in the beginning, I lived in a shack
I wore my rags, went to the battles
Beco and Santa were the norm
My aunt used to say, since I was little
That I was very young, but I only made art
Today part of my life, for this I live, encouragement to break
First is respect here letting the words out
But stepping softly, without talking shit

[Síntese]
My sound in the box a punch, a divine blow for the crazy
Without the root there's no top
Realize that the game is no joke if there's life at stake
Culture lives, I'm alive, free spirit, I am
From the sacred forest, hey
Respect the accent, ugly
I'm from here, you guys talk funny, ugly
In rap time
Slave to the free spirit in the struggle
V3: Verse, truth, and life
This fake honor doesn't move me
I walk in the valley of the shadow of life
And I follow without blemishes
I depressurized with presence and the masks fell
Instead of top, you deserve a slap
And when I open this sea, you won't pass
The passing time, so do it
Who feeds you catches you for the hunt
The ego that expels the venom my soul repels
Elected gesture, I did it in a way that they didn't even notice the color of my skin
Famous crooks did it right
And I learned right
Your strength and power will always be
As big as your respect
And today the man I am
Reggae essence in the soul
I've said a lot, but they only pretended to listen, so
Wait for the bomb to be ready to have time to think
I see a scenic game of comic guys
Forging a breeze, schizophrenic style
Each conscience, a sentence (don't forget)
Yeah, but where I come from, the truth that drives you crazy
Weapon, faith, and hunger of the huge-hearted kids
Babylon Brazil is not the setting for your play (never)
Close your face and go, damn
Robin Hood of this kingdom, because the humble king won't turn
For the breakdown you can call
If death is to fail
Certain certainty, knife in the skull
With love and hate in the war of dreams we're here to exchange
Massive mind coming from the Valley
Changing perspectives
From the top of the slab with a view of the Serra
Matrera bonfire is a visit from the aliens (ahow)
From São José to reignite your faith, brother
The instinct is one
Hey, thinking you're good

[Ghetto ZN]
I don't want to be polite
Much less come to this shit being rude
May this message reach your ears now
And may the views with money help me
My family, my mother, my daughter
All my guys here know I'm grumpy, put up with me
No fuss, no support
As if you care, Zona Norte will heal you
The vapor rhymed, look, death bowed to it until the scythe
Made the kids breakdance and do graffiti, it's the Erva Doce family
I've already given a lesson, in Lapa I was king
I can rhyme live at your place
I record my part, you play my part, your crew thinks it's awesome
That's what keeps me alive
Recording an album at home with my guys, with no conditions at all
I'm here, alive, living
It's not a wave, in the end I won't be foam
I'm not Ryu or Ken, I'm more into the trick, I'm Akuma
Ha, son of a bitch, admit
That you're not a rapper just because you drink and smoke
The guys with their lives all gain by trading blows
Here, trade blows, wait for the bang
Listen, man, to what I'm saying
I attack you in the rhyme so I don't attack with the gun
Street vendor on the train, from six to six
Serving over a million customers
And I was inspired by every thought
Separated, I freestyled for you
Rotten rhymes, even the rich kids who don't understand life get excited
Favela on top, who would've thought
The werewolf, Ghetto trilogy
I don't know if I'm Venom, Doctor Doom
Am I the Joker or Pablo Escobar?
But at the moment, I'm already grateful to be the villain you love to hate
Pineappleized, favela translated for you
How am I going to speak English if I don't even know French?
Voulez-vous fumê, avec moi ce soir?
Jacaré turned into Paris, you sing and never been there
Filthy rich, I want to save and not ask for help
Thank you for the opportunities, now it's time to celebrate
When I come back, there's a barbecue in the favela

[Lord]
It was here that I saw many fall
Where I had the chance to rise
It was from the bottom, it was me and DK, it was all or nothing
Me wanting to get involved, they wanting to kill me
I cried, no one saw me (no one saw me)
I screamed, no one heard me (no one heard me)
Reached millions and millions of views
I got handsome, it's obvious
I'm at the top of the favela, where the poet lives
Writing stories about dead men
Want to know what my experience in crime was?
I don't know who's worse, the rats or the pigs
Because a worm is a worm (yeah)
And I'm not afraid of you, I'm disgusted
Depending on me, you won't even eat ramen
Got nervous? Stick one inside each other's ass (come)
Like Sant, a smile in the photo
It's an internal scream
I shot a pack of demons that don't die
Because everything is hell
And I look around me
And it's burning, burning, everything's on fire
Who set fire to this shit, Lord?
Write your lament and release it
Ugly face to me is hunger
Hunger that the kids endure with a smile
Playing soccer to forget the rumble of their stomachs
And you growling without knowing the future of your children
I'm not afraid of threats
I've been through several, bled in the war
Enemies today cry for my victory in hell
Shouting my name muffled by the earth
I'm flying higher than a bird (huh)
I want much more than a dressing room (hey)
Much more than shrimp, salmon, Hennessy
All the girls like Cameron, want me
An ADL bothers many people
Our crew bothers a lot more
Tip for those starting out, it's simple
Follow those who do, not just talk
Sit and watch the flow, lessons
Me and your souls, drugs in the veins
Water in thirst, light in darkness
Balancing accounts, opening prisons
Try against us (it's the troop, it's the beast)
Today I'll knock you down with my voice
Call me Lord AK, Lord AK (ha)
Run if you see the clan
Trá