Poetas no Topo 4

[Jotapê]
Straight outta Guarulhos, Jotapê
(Ecologyk, perfect)
Poets on Top

In 2017, I found rap
And it was thirteen years old with some dreads
An angel that turns into a demon when night falls
Months passed, years went by, and it came back with plans
Many dreams, few homies, and some checks, uh-huh
If the devil wears Prada, Prada ain't dressing me
If the devil kneads the bread, I spread the mayo
I'm loved at home, bitter outside, I'm the plague
I came with the soul of 2000 and rap, hey
I move through the hands of the people
Who shout for what I say and dedicate votes to me, uh
But if the turtles come out of the sewer
The squares fill up and the photos make me look good
But a strange feeling invades my body
They look at me and I still don't feel seen
They loved Christ only after he was dead
I had to reinvent my motivation
Solid families didn't face loneliness (no)
Your best management would be impressed
With what my mom had to endure in two pregnancies
My hate boils, I'm the rabble in turmoil
My ego raises a colorless rainbow (yeah)
What I did in battles was, yes, thanks to the pot
Because for twenty years I've been living under pressure, uh
Sorry if this wasn't my best verse
This time I handed the pen to João, uh
I gave up the technique
Since the most lyrical rapper competes against the heart, uh
Raffa, I also heard one: Stop, brother
The black rapper from Guarulhos who grew up with little
For a long time, I was a prophet on the ground
But God promised I’d be a poet on top

[Cesar MC]
So show your face
There are three hundred and nineteen bullets
On top of the hood, ready to sing
Three hundred and nineteen bullets
That's my gang and today there's too much heat to shake me
I noticed you coming
You want to see me out of bounds, but your trigger won't stop me today
'Cause there are three hundred and nineteen bullets
Singing loud like a serenade
So I never have to shoot (okay)

Rap on top, right? Look at all the trophies
Several brothers digging faith amidst the bitterness
I rhymed in squares and it was unimaginable
That it would take me to the Eiffel Tower
Still, our struggle is so cruel
There's no competition, our league is tough like the NFL
Like Carreto Loko, don’t think it’s sweet
Romantic revolution is La Casa de Papel
I'm a living letter, not just words in the wind
Not just an empty letter like Isabel's
I thought the top was safe, but I fell apart
This top is more confusing than paper
Four hundred years and a trend that still makes a defendant
In the land where people still pretend it didn’t get views
A million trends teaching how to rap
But my trend comes from the breath, like Bezalel
The wind blows where it wants
I don’t know where it comes from, don’t know where it goes
But I go, but I go
'Cause it’s smooth, but it’s cold and relentless (it’s hot)
Blurred the sad lyrics of the poet
But when it comes to streaming, the industry doesn’t care
I came to put soul in the algorithm and crash these metrics
And I won’t stop until I pull a tear from Alexa

It’s almost comical, hilarious, and even ridiculous
Right in the leap year, papin back from the lyrical year
Who’s real never left here
The scene doesn’t need a pretext, it needs eye drops
I’m not against, no, it’s not quite that (yeah)
Especially since being anti isn’t always an antidote
We focus so much on being Lil
That the vision talks ended up so thousand

[Sain]
Hah, my rap tells what I live (talk)
My life is more than a movie, it’s like a book (huh)
On the line, I survive, so don’t give me reasons (no, no)
That said, I follow my path
(I’m chasing my goals)
I’m gonna jump on J to update my cut (hah)
Gold chain on my neck is for good luck (faith)
The crew is advancing like GS on the run
I stopped at Pedro to hit that strong one
With the real ones on the hill where everything happens (then)
Whiskey in the cup that eases the stress (hah)
And I’m comfortable, the city darkens
More activity, 'cause life is a test, nothing is what it seems
Focus on work, man, stick to the plan (stick to the plan)
Make that cash flow, we’re not playing (never)
A hit in the balloon and a sip for the saint (hah)
My girl on the back and we’re speeding
You know who’s in charge
Make those fools cry, we’re not playing
It’s that God gives flour, the devil tears the sack (what’s up?)
But from here we keep working (faith)

[DK47]
They told me to know my place (know my place)
That’s why I’ve been here for ten years (I’m here)
It’s the return of the lyrical year on Apocalypse night
If you don’t have a pen, then you won’t rise
They tried to kill me, but I survived
Now there’s so much crap I have to hear
That I’m outdated, flow’s square
That I’m not Control C and Control V from Central Cee
I thank hip-hop, 'cause I found
A movement in the favela that changed my story
That’s why we’re Edi Rock, we’re Ed Motta
We’re freeing the minds of these Ediotas
The favela still cries and no one cares
Fuck those who spread their legs for the betting house
I saw my family again on the hill doing a fundraiser
'Cause my uncle addicted to gambling owes another loan shark
The streets ask: Just one more, Jota?
The politicians see us as just another bill
Ecologyk is gonna drop the midnight waltz
I’m gonna make the carriages turn into pumpkins
I’m in the trenches, so let’s get to work
I’m not a star, I’m a half-ass
I won’t be another white guy using black music
To fill his pockets with green and fuck pink pussy
I hate the right and it’s little talk
You treat racists like they’re heroes
But the caviar left is full of rich kids from the south zone
It doesn’t matter, you don’t represent us
Don’t tell me little lies, little lies hurt
How do you believe Nicolas’s talk?
The raped girl leaves her child in the orphanage
But life isn’t a soap opera like Chiquititas
Rap is just for the short ones and I’m not a paquita
I’ll cut your tongue with a Makita
The believers need to stop watching Record soap operas
'Cause now you think you’re Israelites
You need to study the Bible more
Don’t forget you all live in Brazil
Get off the Internet a bit, 'cause the Internet is the devil
And you keep spreading various fake news
I know one day I’ll pay for all my sins
If it’s today or tomorrow, for me, it doesn’t matter
Most of my mistakes were never out of malice
Sometimes my mistake was wanting to be too good
I’ll stop here 'cause there are other poets
This year there’s still an album and there you’ll hear more
I talk so much shit 'cause I see so much shit
That’s why I’m not on the shit top of Spotify

[LEALL]
If it’s about who can make more money
More respect for the neighborhood, more women
The Nike Air of the most badass (huh)
Who dominates the block (huh)
Respect to be respected
I’m smoking a joint with the window down
This is about coming from zero and leaving my legacy
No forced talk, the most versatile in the scene
With each album, a new milestone (okay, okay)
I only regret for those who jumped ship
She knows, it’s Braddock, huh, uh (xi, LEALL, LEALL)
Since eighteen, man of the house
I think I needed to build this shell
Reaction of those who never had anything
Is always wanting a little more and, in a breath, this life passes
I think of all the kids
Who grow up always being mistreated (ahn)
The state’s war is against my race
All carved with an axe will understand what I’m talking about, violence leaves a mark
And who does this fool think he is
To contest my whole journey? (My whole journey)
I got rich with my truth
Where were they when I was down? (Where?)
Slave-owning businessman
Over time I understood they want you to shut up
I was born with the power of words
This is my cross, this is my saga, there

[Don L]
A toast with the best drink for one of the baddest
The street is refinement, your school
Pure cunning, right? Where I came from
You know the gringos come to buy from me, you care
And what matters?
My story marked you too
Lives, dear vapor in my flow, in my body
The craziest clothing brand
And the rhymes tattooed on the skin of the few
Many, oh, ma, what a passage
It’s been a crazy flight, if I tell you how much it spun, I saw it spin
Bum underestimated me (wow)
Where is it? Where did it go in this world of robots?
AI will never be able to do what I do
What messed up my mind is what threw it off balance
Fuel disabled the competition, flammable, intense
No time for Invejagram, Face, uncle from Zap
These neonazi X, all big techs, TikTek
Stealing your tic-tac, in a Rolex, at least follow me
Don L, unfollow everyone

(Ecologyk, perfect)

[Don L]
It’s true I’m living well (I’m living well)
This fool’s milking billions and calls me a communist (not hitting right, laughs)
Must not be hitting right, a sign my sound is hitting right (right, right)
In every hood, my crew’s laughing at this (laughing at this)
There are days I also feel disillusioned (wow, fucked up, get a drink)
A shot of cachaça more expensive than whiskey
My dude, I know what it means
On the bottle, written (since 1600 and)
I lost many friends to crime, I don’t preach bait
But I saw you on the corner, you know what the instinct is

Out in Rio with my good bandits
I’m Zapata, but I’m also Pancho Villa
Too slick, everyone knows, turns wild
And none of ours like police

It’s real that my hedonism has a lot of melancholy
They like that 'cause I fuck like it’s the last day
I like this girl and I know she likes me (Don L, you’re badass)
She prefers me in Caro Vapor than some fool in Gucci (buy my stuff)
These rappers hate women, seems kinda red-pill
Without the sauce, the girls swallow you like Kill Bill
In the middle of a bunch of dudes, says: What’s up, bro?
You’re just brand names, brand names (brand names)
Everyone knows the best seasoning is northeast side
Grab the sauce on Spotify, don’t fuck with my vibe

Out in Rio with my good bandits
I’m Zapata, but I’m also Pancho Villa
Too slick, everyone knows, turns wild
And none of ours like police (perfect)

[Ajuliacosta]
Uh, hey (Aju)
For sick ears, Ajulia is medicine
The trap algorithm is boring, if I listen to that shit, I get bored (ugh)
And they wanna know how to profit and win in female rap
What they do, we do the opposite
And that’s how we separate rappers from boys (uh-huh, hey)
Okay, that’s how we separate women from the broke
Now she knows Ajulia, won’t fall for your talk again
Forming smart women who know how to move this game (ahn)
Didn’t like it? I’m sorry, but look at me, baby, I’m the new (hey)
I saw you rhyme about racial issues, but you never included women (ahn)
I saw you rhyme about the hood and such, but you never included women (no)
I saw you rhyme about blacks on top, but never included women (no)
If hip-hop is about equality, that shit you did was never rap

Hey, I’m talking about being badass
Being loyal in everything I believe
Making my money, investing in the hood
Okay, getting in this shaken girl’s ear
Changing her perspective, I’ll bring order if I enter the house (hey)
Ajuliacosta is pure lyric, exactly what hip-hop expected (Aju)
In the rhyme, Ajulia doesn’t play, exactly what rap asks and needed (Aju, hey)

Contractors without sense
Enzo’s audience, in the cradle of misery
I was born Brazilian, in the veil of illusion, I wouldn’t submit
In fact, I’m the rapper an OG would be proud of (ahn)

Contractors without sense (ahn)
Enzo’s audience, in the cradle of misery (ahn, ahn, hey)
I was born Brazilian, in the veil of illusion, I wouldn’t submit
In fact, I’m the rapper an OG would be proud of (uh-huh)

For sick ears, Ajulia is medicine, ahn (Aju)
For sick ears, Ajulia is medicine

[Major RD]
(Rock Danger)

The year was 2014, we were freestyling hungry
A rhyme circle that was to earn the street’s respect
And now it’s a bit aimless and losing meaning
Roles reversed
Dude, the clothes are good, but your rhymes are so raw
And the backstage has pizza
If I stomp my foot at the show, leave the Pix key
I’ll help you buy flow
Dude, it’s fictional, the fame of rock 'n' roll
Without God, it’s tough (amen)
Don’t take me well materially
Fills what I never had (yeah, never had)
But who wanted to help me when I punched the mirror in crisis? (I was in crisis)
Bring my daughter here, my iPhone 15 (hey)
You’ll see one discharges shit and only one survives, ahn (hahaha)
That’s why I can’t stop, real life is out there waiting for me (yeah, huh)
Two drops of tranquilizer change the face, laugh for the filming and that’s it
Change that outfit, Rodrigo, no one here wants to know about problems
Weren’t you the one who said you knew how to do the best show in the scene?
Okay, then let’s go, 'cause now I’m gonna say something you’ll never confess to me
I’ve freed you from that depression many times, but I still wonder who here will pull me out
Or if they’ll stop shooting at me, competitors without breathing
When I roll around, laughing, thought is beautiful, the end is near, I can’t disguise
The trap’s mistake was canceling the lyrical year and being generic
Great master stepped back, I don’t judge, man, it’s already saturated
Big artists, small prize, Major, the UFO of the millennium
The lamp still uncomfortable (genius) if you hear the vision of the genius (top)
Get me a new enemy, I’m tired of the old ones, they’ve tilted
Don’t scare me and don’t confront me and waste a lot of time on Twitter
I hit like Popó, kick like Cro Cop, she tattoos my bear on her body
Remember us doing fundraisers? And today we profit from selling the colt
Seeing Xamã on TV makes me happy
MV Bill, Little Hair, MD on TV makes me happy
Black on top and how am I, ah-hah, I’m feeling lighter
The patience of the turtle is more effective than the hare’s speed, hahaha

[Xamã]
I dreamed Jack had a Volvo (new)
Already bald, bullet on target
Racks on racks, died, reborn, cinema again
Tell your mom I made a rap, huh, rock
With painted nails, scratching my balls
Jack, tell your mom I made a soap opera, leque
Died, reborn, poet again
Indigenous, Black Panther, check the ref
Poets like the resurrection of boombap
Crazy, give me back my raps
Trying to convince RD to leave the market (Danger)
Trying to convince Ícaro to get a new job, wolf
He said he’s friends with a guy named Paulo, ah, who sold pressed weed, ahn
Passed on Record the other day, was released, businessman without a license, ahn
And said: My partner is a grumpy Jew, a guy named Malak
Ah, I’ll only go if there’s Colombia and X-tudo, pataxó is rhyming from hack
Tell him I’m also loaded, that Night Wolf is my alias
Born a poem, I’ll die cinema, I’m disposition, pure juice
Astral hell, I’m writing this in a surge
I’m marginal, on the edge of your content
When I was writing this shit
I realized time was passing, my pen was aging
I claimed, intensified, kite with cerol dipped, terror of Super Nintendo
Beck and Bic, Dick Vigarista travels, look at the naja’s bite, Speedfreaks, Netflix at home
Sid Vicious, Sex Pistols, Friday I did a show
Four hundred and forty-four thousand flows
Four hundred and forty-four thousand, damn, not even the CIA finds me
In the voice is the father of Akasha, Pandora’s Haze, Froid, I’m also Alaska
Xamã, Mr. Blizzard, it’s a shot, madam, lower
What do you want from me, damn?
What do you think? Don’t step outside of the
Ah, a lot of cash in the pocket, flower and cinema in the mind
Ah, Ramonzin, cane corso, uh, hot Indian troop
Ah, a lot of po', ah, another po', ah, another poet on top
Just a pat on that coconut butt, calm, poetic license, people
I’m just kidding (Poets on Top, hahaha)
A crooked scorpion, a poem in my pocket
Forty-four thousand rhymes in my mind, Iemanjá gang

[Raffa Moreira]
I’m in Rio, I’m in your area, I want my share (I want my share)
Meat’s roasting, but there’s no beef, I’m with my crew (yeah, yeah)
Real trap is here (Raffa)
We got money, yes
I want to see who’s against (I want to see who’s against)
Who’s against doesn’t fuck
Practically, I’m one of the first Pineapple Stars
After me, came Choice and some homies from the battle
Rap is living a unique moment
Dudes fighting to see who’s next
Record labels advancing payments (ugh)
I’m with Sony, Universal (yeah)
You already know my name, I have contacts (yeah)
For me to get where no one has gone (hey)
I’ll make the effort no one else makes
I’m from the hood, I’m a savvy guy (yeah)
Who likes it likes it, if not? It’s cool (yeah)
I’m in the game 'cause I’m real (hey)
I’m with Jotapê and Don L
The team’s strong, we don’t lose
I came from Guarulhos, I’m 7
Balanced, I’m Town and Country, there’s a good side and a bad side

I’m in Rio, I’m in your area, I want my share (I want my share)
Poets on Top, I’m here again, the talkers are tough

[Froid]
Never had an MC (yeah), so don’t be sad when you leave (bye)
Your friend looks like P. Diddy, you went to the party, but ignore (bye)
Kids suffocating rap, even today you’re giving rope (yeah)
My Glock is xenophobic, kills Germans, it’s multilingual

[Raffa Moreira]
I’m in Rio, I’m in your area, I want my share (I want my share)
Poets on Top, I’m here again, the talkers are tough (yeah)

[Froid]
Good thing I found you, meet me on payday
I transfer the money to myself, you’re a fool, I duped you
Try another tone, the rap league is like football
Money switches your team (hey), but I’m the favorite, it’s official
In fact, these dudes fucked the industry and rap is porn (porn)
I know there are cars involved with houses and pools, but keep an eye on the deal
I forgive you for not waking up, all this time on top
My opponents are buying views to say my work flopped
Uh, I always leave one right in front of the goal (goal)
I took an Uber and hours of flight (flight)
And the party packed with bullets and sweets (oh)
We’re ready (yeah), long before the top (Ha)
Your dude wanting the recipe for the cake
Lift your head, they’ll laugh at your crying (yeah, yeah)
I launch a classic, black helicopters
Jump straight to the top ten (yeah, yeah)
I take the disease from your brain
Omega 3, Top Therm (oh, oh)
She doesn’t want to know what happens (no)
Wants freedom like topless (yeah)
Empty beach and some cocktails (yeah, yeah)
Living on hotel balconies, y'all