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With the power of words, I don't say mass because I'm not a priest
I'm more of a rebel, my Rap is a danger to society
From city to city, I bring diversity to you, invading your lands like the MST
I'm not to blame if my beginning is your end
In my musical universe, I have more rhythm than Jobim, YES!
I maintain the tactic by practicing the practice
Making more rhymes than Caceta and Planeta make satire
Magic without illusion, my sound takes you higher, I make the trick of MC Otário disappear on stage, in the gangster flow if it's 'Us in the mix' I go beyond as rebellious as the rebels from febém
I like a drink, burn some herb too, like Bob Rhasta I'm peaceful but not a pushover, my thinking makes me the worst of killers, what was premeditated target are now the critics, so get out Loki see if you don't stress me out more annoying than you only a drunk Playboy at a party.

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Follow 1, 2, 3 introduction not even a million troops can stop my mission, hehe, go fuck yourself your pipes, your rags, you rip off my hand the microphone and I keep rhyming, culture, I've taken it like a ball in a football game, after you listen put your pants out to dry in the sun, I have various styles when I start rhyming, also drier than wet and newer than Bahians, change your plans I know they say my man, there won't be one left to tell the story if your sound keeps killing, watching the gang's trigger, I heard your sound but it's okay, I'm almost healing, joking, I keep coughing, smoking, dirtying my nail when I'm grinding, I just keep watching can't understand how Potter Guide movie, I make everything move.

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I woke up remembering the sound of my girl's 'hi'
If you want to bump into X just hang out on the corner
Said taliba from politics to politics
Critical state declared in the air, like gravity I leave you wandering in space, to save you from this only the 5h.aço, I have roots like Sepultura, history like Hip Hop Street Culture, cruel reality, yesterday today and always from end to end we remember Planet Hemp, I only hang out with a bunch of crazy people, after the fire in the bomb I'm just the dust, you know, right?
So listen, if I'm on the microphone it's all in my name, for those who don't like it, tough luck, Brazilian Rap is the terror that has arrived.

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