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

Alleged, suspected
On the face, on the chest
And now rock bottom
It's the bed I lie on

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

Wha-what-I want to know who signs the scene
That kills me
Will the massacre ever be healed?
They switched the Mega-Sena numbers
By mega-fate
Life is a sip of strychnine

It is the all-seeing eye
I look and only see views
In the eye of the storm
The people watching ships
In the era of fake news
Matrix destroys Neo
Welcome to Brazil

[Contra Bob]
How many souls did you touch today?
This is 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 annoying
Out of fashion
My flow is annoying
But if I sing, cry
If I rhyme even the hair on your ass will stand on end

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

Be careful what you read
With what you see
Today few have commitment
I will govern for the majority
Be careful, Hitler said that too
In that we are united
Judas also said this
I have an aversion
Who calls himself salvation
The church kills millions and has always said so

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 dying poor

How long can you be strong?
Another body and it was bad luck
Tell me: What is it like to be a poet at the top?
If one of us is killed, it's okay with them

You're still going to skip this
To listen to your hype MC
If Machiavelli's power was right
This is about ego
Hip-Hop has become just a detail

In rap since 2010
I saw a lot of cool people get lost
Many people reach out of nowhere
Believe to the extreme that you will win
2012, Against the Current
Guilherme and Gabriel saved my life
2015, us at Rap RJ
First shirts that Abacaxi sold

This world is a Divine Comedy
The album with Tiago Mac was the same
2020, Boombapstar
Whoever doesn't have a pen will be in trouble
Blur the cover, look at the work
I will come out of this snake pit unharmed
And since I'm still and sharp and idle chatter
Take and spread this same gossip

Just like in that verse by Rashid
I grab your ear to hear this like Mike
Seriously, after all, the problem
Did Brown talk about Free Fire?
Are you guys kidding me?

Have in mind, mind
Create me, me, me, me, me, me, me, meme
I didn't get anything
Moments of crisis
Times of rebirth
Dude, 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 missing for you to be happy
Forget this American Dream nonsense
If loving 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 destiny 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 the food only has pesticides

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

I've never been one to talk
Gang, gang, gang
But then ask
Who, who, who
There's a hot chick 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 Chevette
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 knew my zip code was good?
They released Lula and set off fireworks
Do you know how I know a joint 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 lose your eyes

Some MCs smoke the fine stuff
Of these weak smokes
They lie for fame, it's a fact
They lose because of the pose
You can put a gun
And Porsche, but no door
Just ask for pa-pa-pa
Powder stop

The people need peace, cousin
Rod making more anthem
Highlander, immortal
I won't die, Majin Boo
I only trust my dog
Prophet in a hat
Going down the hill
Poet rod on 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 the frog
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 down
Where the standard is skinny and my talent is GG
Glory Groove Type
To rule
autonomous soul
I brought an indecent verse
You should have opened it in an incognito 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 playing one last thing

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 social causes?"
That's tough, there are those of you who don't understand either of them

There is no ceiling for dreams
My handwriting is on tests at school, uncle
And it's not for correct Portuguese
Big world 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 crusty rhyme matches this Pineapple
Passed by the studio, trigger
I leave marks of letters that descend hot
They go up fast like Bacardi

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

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

[MC Hairy]
(Oh, faith)
(Hair in the voice)
(Poet on Top, faith)
I'm from Rio de Janeiro
Used to seeing tracers here and there
Wit comes from birth
If the conversation is about kicking, you won't find me

I'm from Rio de Janeiro
Used to seeing tracers here and there
Wit comes from birth
If the conversation is about kicking, you won't find me

It's just that this hatred in my chest grows every day
I can't stand the smell of innocent blood anymore
We don't live, we survive
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 community
And the excuse is always lack of experience
But how can you have experience without opportunity?

I'm holding my head high (faith)
Despite being on the fringes of society
And I'm so happy
When I see a black man graduating from college
A stray bullet shot (for, for)
That came out of a firearm of an authority
Agatha was just a girl (a girl)
That today left memories and much longing

The elite is having a hard time with the favela on top
Because for them my funk is the sound of a criminal
Favela dweller in prime time on Globo
It is the greatest form of cultural resistance
If he goes up after drugs, invading the hill
Why don't you do it in the playboy area too?
You might even want to incriminate my funk
But I doubt they will ever silence my voice
Oh, faith, hum
But I doubt they will ever silence my voice
But I doubt that one day they will silence my voice (faith)

[L7NNON]
Look at us passing by the corner
Another frame
L7 is just a masterpiece
Another picture
They invited me to Poetas no Topo, right?
Can't you see me, why don't you look up?
I took my problem and threw it up in the air
On the back, the best of me to raise your self-esteem

Rap makes the youngest drop the gun
Make uneducated people go back to school
I don't care if you smoke Ice
Oh, if you knew that the youngest dies in the tail

Today they are saying that I am now living in a posh neighborhood
Thank God
And my father who put his face on the line so as not to die poor

What if I'm driving a car of the same year? (What if?)
So what if I have it in my pocket now? (So what?)
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
Whoever didn't give anything, today notices me (is)
Who dominates Brasa do RJ?
40 degrees and I took advantage and went for a swim
Fishing 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 low
I know, we're the same kind
The difference is that my life is a constant climb
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 is safe in 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 on the internet when you're at home
The question is not how much is in the 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 in her arms
Look how I survived
I tell my story, black and cake
One more cake just to reflect (uh)
Son of a black mother and solo, solo
On a soil like this one
Until death calls my name
I never come close to hunger again

Via natural way
In the fridge only rice and sausage
When I grew up, it dawned on me
We flaunt what was supposed to be normal

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

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

My black queen rests today
Your crown in heaven or turban
Sandra nominated Kayuá
And the North Zone was named Giant

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

Behind the gun is a great man
Two things cannot be broken: Trust and microphone
Those who are not speaking, 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 off your Glock

Dude, save this
It's just minor
DJ going to jail
Art became a crime
And to have an advantage, put it in the window, I'm not a mannequin

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
One way

There is no shortage of feminine attitude here, there is
I love a sexist outburst
I'm not seeing you at all
Bite your back, as Didico says
Like Marta, I'm on the field and you're screwed

Bro, I came from the 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 me to 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, shit will happen
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
MC from flickpop 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 video
We're clapping for the gangsta kids scene
Fuck the guess of these MC Twitter
Who dissipates this hit of yours 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 a top is not for your type

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

Bringing ideas together for an ideal
Priorities in wartime
Instead of commenting which was the best MC
Do you care which MC was best for your favela?

[MVBill]
Before the top there is a hill to climb
They talk about black, but they haven't seen 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 discipline, which 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 a beat and I'll make it 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, seeking glory
Tape mastered at the moment when there was nothing
Putting rap out there in the square for the guys
Golden era that makes me miss it
At a young age
A friendly atmosphere that reminds me of
That nowadays there is no respect
Vagabond puffs out his chest
Even when it's time to take a picture

Beware of the hype that sometimes passes
It's without a top, it's without a cup
Burnt film in front of the mass
Only enemy that is free
She says strength, he disguises it
Big asshole, but he thinks he's a friend
Part of the deluded public
Drooling favorite MC

There were those who paved the track
And today pseudo artists are emerging
Lots of form, weak content
We built mansions and they built shacks
Kids, be careful what you say
Low quality you put on high
The ego inflates, the scene shrinks
Thug pose, bum condition

To resume we go to macumba
Get the Axé or the boat will sink
Say what you don't know, say it through your ass
If it gets dirty, you'll have to clean it
Go train in front of the mirror
Pale face with red eye
Difference between adult and brat
It's not about age, it's the way you deal with it
Everyone is free to say whatever they want
Responsibility is for whoever wants it
Proving to us that he acted in bad faith
Hold the police report, you'll have to sign it

Little rhyme, lots of swagger
A bizarre attitude
Not everything in the game is fun
Do you understand or do I have to draw it?
I don't generalize, I'm talking about a part
Featherweight dead, out of action
I admire many for their good work
They aimed for the top, ignored the shortcut
Show respect for the old school
I'm playing along, I'm passing the ball
Sabotage is happy
With those who know the value of the root