Poetas No Topo 3.3 - Parte 1

[Ogi]
Age of the dog, age of chaos
A child died in front of me
Age of stress, age of darkness
My hope died destitute

My hope died destitute
My dreams in the orphanage played
Today I have no contact with them
Because they locked me up in a mental hospital

Supposed, suspicious
On the face, on the chest
And now rock bottom
It's the bed I lay down on

While the villain of this good guy story poses
Insanity has two fingers with me

You will be a hero
You will have glory
Because you are Luís Inácio and he is João Dória
Hope is there
Just yesterday I saw her
And she was walking with victory

I want to know who signs the scene
That murders me
Will the massacre ever be resolved?
They changed the agreement in the mega-sena
For the mega-fate
Life is a drink of strychnine

It's the eye that sees everything
I look and only see views
In the eye of the gale
People watching ships
In the era of fake news
Matrix destroys Neo
Welcome to Brazil

[Contra Bob]
How many souls have you touched today?
That's what matters: Caring about others
This is not frustration
I'm always lending a hand, don't work, you'll be next
You guys are funny

Pineapple only puts this Bob
This Bob is boring
Out of fashion
My flow bothers
But if I sing, cry
If I rhyme the hair on your ass stands on end

I'm no more than anyone else, no
I just do mine
Just like the old one
It's in the stars, complain to God there
Want to be better?
Marshal already said
You won't be able to pay for brands by buying stretchers
Just as you cannot accept anyone who talks about saving lives using weapons

Be careful what you read
With what you see
Today few are committed
- I will govern for the majority
Careful, Hitler said this too
In that "we are united"
Jude also said this
I have an aversion
Who calls themselves salvation
The church kills millions and has always said that

Waiting for the new Messiah
You choose the Super Pop meme
To defeat them, Super Bob came
Don't believe what they say
Success is not about dying poor

How long can you be strong?
One more body and it was bad luck
Tell me: What does it mean to be a poet at the top?
If one of us gets killed, it's fine for them

Still, you're going to skip this here
To hear your hype MC
If Machiavelli's power was right
That's what about ego
Hip-Hop has become just a detail

In rap since 2010
I saw a lot of badass people get lost
Many people achieve nothing
Believe to the extreme that you will win
2012, against the current
Guilherme and Gabriel saved my life
2015, we in rap RJ
First shirts that Pineapple sold

This world is a Divine Comedy
The same was the album with Tiago Mac
2020, Boombapstar
Anyone who doesn't have a pen will be a tragedy
Blur the cover, look at the work
I will come out of this snake's nest unharmed
And since I'm immobile and sharp and talking idle
Take and spread this same gossip

Just like that verse from Rashid
I grab your ear to hear this like Mike
Seriously, after all the problem
Is it brown talking about Free Fire?
You are so naughty

Keep in mind, mind
Create me, me, me, me, me, me, me, meme
I didn't have anything
Moments of crisis
Times of rebirth
Bro, I'm Da Vinci
I'm out of the box

After hearing so much nonsense, I went there and did it
Tell me what's needed for you to be happy
Forget this American Dream nonsense
If love is what you need to be happy

(As soon as you walk out that door, you'll start to feel better)
(You'll remember that you don't believe in this fate thing)
(You control your own life)
(Remember)

[Rod 3030]
Hey Rod
Eyes are cell phones
Cell phones are eyes
Amazon on fire
And the beach full of oil
I'm filled with hate
I observe toxic machismo
In politics, in the police
And there are only pesticides in the food

Bozo, it's better to legalize
From medicinal, THC
If not I will comment on all your photos
Like I'm the FBC
I'm underground, but I'm mainstream
I'm on Globo, on SBT
Raising awareness like Emicide
Smoking ganja like Matuê

I was never one to talk
Gang, gang, gang
But then ask
Who, who, who
She has a hot girl like Cardi
And the playboy son like Carti
The world is ours, I have the key
Han Solo, I have the ship
Twenty-seven, a Chevrolet
Drinking Brahma like Black
Raising the people like Ivete
War neurotic like Ret
Carrying gold like Felp
Bandana like Pac

Do you know how I saw that my zip code was good?
They released Lula and set off fireworks
Do you know how I know that Beck is good?
If I give one, two, and want to set off fireworks
Talk bad about rap, then I lose my manners
Freedom for Renan da Penha
Talk bad about funk, then I lose my manners
And maybe you'll lose your eyes

Certain MC's smoke the thin
Of these weak smokes
They do falsehood for fame, it's a fact
They lose because of the pose
You can put a pistol
And Porsche, but not a door
Just ask for pa-pa-pa
Powder stop

The people need peace, cousin
Rod making more anthems
Highlander, immortal
I don't die, Majin Boo
I only trust my dog
Beanie prophet
Going down the hill
Rod poet at the top
(Rod, Rod, Rod)

[Rashid]
(Rashid, focus on the mission, hey, hey)
I was born in the country of football and I wanted the mic
Fact, without swallowing frogs
Cousin, the Earth is round
Straight is my talk
Chat, I put my tape on it
They want the trap lifestyle
But I've been here since I was just a rag (ae)

My mother told me: Don't bow
Where the default is skinny and my talent is GG
Glory Groove Type
To govern
Autonomous soul
I brought an indecent verse
You should have opened it in an anonymous tab

Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Here come the cops
Come play Doom
Common for them is cartoon
For us Platoon
We lost so many acquaintances
It seemed like life was playing with one left

Poverty was never hype
Here my rap delivers food for the soul
Call Rappi
We nipe
Pack against cowards who preach weapons
But they are scared to death of those who preach ideas

We want the hits, the kits, the feats
But first, respect the origin
Don't put the cart before the horse
"- What does rap have to do with a social cause?"
That's fucked up, there are you who don't understand either of them

For dreams there is no ceiling
My handwriting is tested at school, uncle
And it's not because of correct Portuguese
Mundão didn't intimidate me
Legit, jow
No contest to enter
The street was my rhythm and flow

Poets at the Top, how many revealed here
My sour and harsh rhyme matches this Pineapple
Passed by the studio, trigger
I leave marks of letters that come down hot
They rise fast like Bacardi

Anti-racist, you can't stay in limbo
Closed fists
One of Madiba (Nelson Mandela)
Another one from Kimbo (Kimbo Slice)
So respect your father as I do
Who had already come and seen
Rashid, AKA, the righteous
AKA so real

For minds without ties
Rap is my product
And my value only goes up, see by my barcode
Life is not a music video, emancipate yourself
Supports
God in the direction
I only stop when he shouts: - Cut! (peace)

[MC Cabelinho]
(Oh, faith)
(Hair in voice)
(Poet on Top, faith)
I'm from rio de janeiro
I'm used to seeing tracers here and there
Wit comes from birth
If the conversation is about teasing, you won't find me

I'm from rio de janeiro
I'm used to seeing tracers here and there
Wit comes from birth
If the conversation is about teasing, you won't find me

It's just that this hate in my chest increases every day
I can't stand the smell of innocent blood anymore
Nói' doesn't live, we survive
The war exists, the scene is sad
My people are sick

And to this day I don't understand this prejudice
Just because we are black
Comes from the community
And the excuse is always lack of experience
But how do you have experience without opportunity?

I have my head held high (faith)
Despite being on the margins of society
And I'm happy in life
When I see a nigga graduating from college
A shot from a stray bullet (stop, stop)
That came from an authority's firearm
Agatha was just a girl (a girl)
That today left memories and a lot of longing

The elite have a bad time with the favela at the top
Because for them my funk is a marginal sound
Favelado in prime time on Globo
It is the greatest form of cultural resistance
If he goes up looking for drugs, invading the hill
Why don't you do it like that in the Playboy area too?
You might even want to incriminate my funk
But I doubt they'll ever silence my voice
Oh, faith, hmm
But I doubt they'll ever silence my voice
But I doubt that one day they will silence my voice (faith)

[L7NNON]
Look at us passing around the corner
One more frame
L7 is just a masterpiece
One more painting
They called me to Poetas no Topo, right?
You can't see me, why don't you look up?
I took my problem and threw it away
On the back, the best of me to raise your self-esteem

Rap makes the smallest drop pistol
Makes homeless people go back to school
I don't care if you smoke Ice
Oh, if you only knew that minors die on their own

Today they are saying that now I'm living in an upscale neighborhood
Thank God
And my father who covered his face so he wouldn't die poor

What happens if I have a new car? (what's up?)
So what if I now have it in my pocket? (and?)
Money to buy what I couldn't
It seems that my victory was the result of your effort (no)
What you think doesn't matter to me (no)
What you think doesn't matter to me
Those who didn't give anything notice me today (yeah)
Who dominates Brasa do RJ?
40 degrees and I took advantage and went for a swim
Fish for grouper instead of tilapia
Your wallet is like the advice I would give to someone who is drowning: Nothing

So as not to die on the beach
Take advantage now that the tide is shallow
I know, we're of the same ilk
The difference is that my life is constantly climbing
You're at the top, right? So, be careful not to fall

Pen is a Kalashnikov (47)
My mind is more valuable than a safe
All the gold on my body is gold
Your mistake safe in a copper

(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha)
I'm finding it funny
Come out of sympathy if you see me on the street
Talk bad about me online when you're at home
The question is not how much is in your bank account?
It's if you bring hope to the smallest of areas

[Kayuá]
(North Giant Nego, Uh, Uh, Uh)
It was her and the baby on her lap
I look like I survived
I count my trajectory Nego and Cake
One more cake just to reflect (uh)
Son of a black mother and solo, solo
On soil like this one
Even death calls my name
I will never go near hunger again

Live naturally
Only rice and sausage in the fridge
When I grew up, the penny dropped.
We flaunt what was supposed to be normal

Anxiety for humanity from those who have always felt invisible
On the chest, a pendant is manifest
Show my people that it's also possible
Every day a top, a new level
To maintain or to achieve
Sleepless nights drinking expensive
It's more than money to heal

More than money to heal this pain
Self-esteem for equals of color
For those who love each other in the best place
I chat straight, I deny, I don't preach
Use the cause to satisfy your ego
Self assert your insecurity
My life before being in service
Nego, it's almost a decade in this

My black queen rest today
Your crown in the sky or turban
Sandra named Kayuá
And the North Zone named Gigante

[Azzy]
(Feminice, feminice, feminice, feminice, feminice)
License to arrive
License to leave
Hope that will give
Faith to achieve
There are those who are there to judge
Whoever doesn't go is here
They tried to take me down, but I survived

They said it, Azzy didn't
I say, Azzy yes
One day you'll get used to seeing me at the top
I got slapped and punched
Lived like a breath
Without needing to talk about the play to show the experience a little

Behind the gun there is a great man
Two things never break: Trust and microphone
Those who are don't speak, we live in silence
Several examples of people who talk a lot and never do anything

18 years old, mother of a family
Another Silva, my star shines
Disbelieve then do better
And I'm not talking about showing your Glock

Bro, keep it
It's just minor
DJ getting arrested
Art became a crime
And to have an advantage, put it in the window, I'm not a dummy

I hate falsehood
Posture, foundation and humility
Thing that walks by my side
And I'm not alone
Loyalty, transparency and truth
This is my legacy
Only one way

There's no shortage of feminine attitude here, it's there
I love a macho outbreak
You shit, I don't see
Bites the back, as Didico says
Like Marta, I'm on the field and you're so fucked up

Bro, I came from battle
And it wasn't just a battle of rhymes
I came from where it said that a flower grows in a landfill
There's no time to live
And from 15 I wouldn't pass
At 18, look, who knew
My name makes money
I support my run and also my family
I do everything you wouldn't do
My life is busy
This is a matter of choice
And that was my choice

I can't stop, I can't stop
Not even if the devil asks
I have to arrive, I have to arrive
How far I don't even know
I feel deep in my chest that this is real
Even though not everyone is
The ones that are, I know

Hey Azzy, I saw you on TV
I heard it on the radio too
I didn't like you
But now everything is fine
You are famous
It's very delicious
General knows you
But when you were fucked
I ignored you, but you forget

I never forget, I know where I came from
I honored my name wherever I went
There are people who want my end
Because I am armored and outside the law
I see my daughter growing up
In the same proportion as my din grows
This is a sign of work
And I'm running twice as hard to always be like this

[DK 47]
Worm, get out of line
Comedy, does not cross
If you come face to face with my troops, it's going to be shit
I had said when I was at the top
I was going to scream loudly throughout the favela
Where I used to deal, now I did it is the library
24 hours a day it is open
For the smallest here before talking about the top
First they think they need to be a poet

By telepathy, I'm having surgery
What eases my agony
It's doses of adrenaline
Straight talk, I've been to hell so much
That I don't even know how to say for sure
What are butterflies in the stomach
Look at the youth, how lost it is
We are changing every cycle of life
I'm seeing adults who only turned ten
And I see teenagers who are already over thirty

We are just the way and you are one direct
Flickpop MC cursing me in direct
Do you think Hip-Hop is on vacation with ex-celebs
With an internet celebrity that no one knows on the street

The uncle dies of cirrhosis, we are rhyming Whiskey
Minor enters the bullet, we are shouting crime
We have guns and drugs and women in our music videos
We're clapping for the gangsta kids scene
Fuck the guess of these MC Twitter
Who dispels your hit that the street didn't notice
That in every cypher I'm always rhyming twice as much
From a bunch of MCs with triple the number of followers I do

Not even out of diapers
You are still fraud
Real underground
ADL on the mic
Look at these guys walking around in expensive clothes
Why are they selling as cheap as Black Friday?

Tears fall from the criminal's face
Never twice for the same reason
And you do everything to get to the top
That's why the top is not for your type

You can say that DK is a killer
Because this beat reminds me of a funeral
You guys are spending 15 thousand reais on sneakers
With 15 thousand reais I built a cultural center

Bringing ideas together for an ideal
Priorities in wartime
Instead of commenting which was the best MC
See which MC was best for your favela

[MVBill]
Before the top there is a hill to climb
They talk black, but they don't turn into zombies
Humility is the key
Arrogance gets in the way
Chorão showed me how he does it
I'm not the one who's very humble
There are too many dirty sons of bitches

They called me a cloud, I don't run
Accomplished soldier from the hill
Black face, I don't forget where I come from
Ask for the discipline that I have today
I'm old school, I feel honored
Envious in the scene for me it's clear
That's why I walk with few
No big eye on other people's things

I don't want to be dramatic
Just an emphatic verse
There are plenty of scoundrels in the children's kingdom
In the battle of plastic rap
Give me beat and I'll make classic
Uncle gets automatic turbo
Being honest with me is more practical
It's in the world of the Moon, it's lunatic
It has nothing to do with phonetics
It's a mistake and a lack of ethics
He went soft on the chat, he calls it a piece of cake
For us it's poetic license

Those who are real are connected to those who are not
Today I'm in a car, but I've been on foot
I value my experience with resilience
What was a lack became a power
I went after what's mine
Building history I made the trajectory
Invisible, looking for glory
Tape dominated at a time when there was nothing
Putting rap in the square for the kids
Golden era that makes me miss
At a young age
Friendly atmosphere that reminds me of
That nowadays there is no respect
Tramp puffs out his chest
Even when it's time to recant

Beware of the hype that sometimes passes
No top, no cup
Film burned in front of the masses
Only enemy that is free
She says strength, he disguises
You're an asshole, but you think you're stupid
Part of the deluded public
Drooling favorite MC

There were those who paved the track
And today pseudo artist sprouting
Lots of form, weak content
We made mansions and they shack
Kids, pay attention to what gets exalted
Low quality you make it high
The ego inflates, the scene is much
Thug pose, loofah condition

To get back to it, we're going to macumba
Get Axé or the boat sinks
Say what you don't know and say it through your ass
If it gets dirty you will have to clean it
Practice in front of the mirror
Pale face with red eye
Difference between adult and brat
It's not about age, it's the way of dealing
General is free to say what he wants
Responsibility is for whoever wants it
Proving to us that he acted in bad faith
Hold your B. O, you'll have to sign

Little rhyme, lots of hustle
Some bizarre attitude
Not everything in the game is fun
Can you understand or do you have to draw?
I'm not generalizing, I'm talking about one part
Featherweight dead, out of action
I admire many people for their good work
They aimed at the top, ignored the shortcut
Show respect for the old school
I'm playing together, I'm passing the ball
Sabotage is happy
With those who know the value of the root