Eu rimo na direita

I'm small,
I don't cause fear
or surprise
I have no secret
under the cloak
but I've been disrespected
since early on,
you don't know how much
(how much??)
I live my life in tears,
although I hate the saints
Silvio Santos
I respect
but I hate faggots,
right Lulu Santos?
Why don't you invite me
to collaborate
from time to time?
(you're not in the business!?)
OOOpps.. that wasn't the kind of collaboration I was talking about
back to the subject,
I just eat and
sleep
I hang out and mingle
so well that I steal beer and drink it alone
I bury myself
and beat myself up
in my mind,
be honest
when you lie
and if you're mad, kick all the crutches of the lame
in front of you
(haha) it's not for you to find it funny, it's what happens
you don't thank
not even for the day that appears to you
after it gets dark
(oh, come on)
but leaving the nostalgia session aside
scoundrel pretends and doesn't offer
that slice of pizza he looks at sideways

I rhyme on the left, I rhyme on the right
If you didn't hear from one side it's because your earphone is broken
(indirect!)

If you didn't hear anything it's because I didn't speak (ah... what a poorly done thing!)

Not that I don't like pop, Lulu,
but messing with Hip-Hop
is tricky, tricky, tetéia
too much for the audience
that gives ideas
to the babu
my taste ranges from telônius,
going through demons
who show off
because I take their wives
and I'm allergic to ammonia
and I use a probe
I want water,
I see mc's with higher level
up there on Aconcagua
the kick drum is like a punch the snare
is like a slap
lower
in Lapa
where people disrespect
without a map and don't even spare the track
from the pope
me? I want everyone
to download my music for free
paca
so people no longer want
imagine if I charged a single penny
I'm so deluded
that someone will like this shit of
rhyme like the fucked up mc's
without rhyme
they tell everyone to put their arms
up
(put your arms up!)
Elza said I'm a playboy,
I don't deny it, after all my mom is a manicurist
my dad is a taxi driver and I live in Niterói
my brother is a firefighter
he doesn't make money
but he's a hero
when it comes to saving they steal his glasses and anger corrodes

I rhyme on the left, I rhyme on the right
If you didn't hear from one side it's because your earphone is broken
(indirect!)

If you didn't hear anything it's because I didn't speak (ah... what a poorly done thing!)