[Intro - Recorte]

- Colé João, tu fala inglês porra nenhuma!

Porra, cê tá de caô pra cima de mim, bicho!

Cês tão falando merda sem legenda

Esse negócio aí de, de-- eu já vi essa porra em filme americano

"Fuck yus", esse cara mandou eu me fuder, véio

Fuck you é o caralho, fuck tu, fuck [?], fuck o caralho todo

[Ponte]

Aí Jamés, cê que pilhou lá na Roosevelt

Ayo, [Rays?], wassup? Gustavinho, whaddup? Ayo, Spy, holla!

[Verso 1]

Yo, life ain't fair

I had this murder shit all over my head just by breathing air

This pair in despair, that couple don't cuddle

I'm losing my hair sometimes I cry puddles

With not enough for noodles

I'm about to blow, put the pedal to the medal running over poodles

They told me "stack bundles", I ended up with bandos to get high, and watch angels playing banjo (ring)

It ain't no joke, they cracked the code to the money game, is crack and coke (oh shit!)

But you know I'm out of this

So it's a must that I bust from the top of the list

Hit you with the black fist in the sky, then I wave it from side to side in a hip hop bliss

Back to the program the TV is off

Turn the computer on to watch set it off

See Latifah smoking reefer on the screen

Then I pass out to find out I'm living the dream

'Cuz I wrote this in my sleep, peep

Matéria Prima na rima goes deep…

[Refrão]

Yo, who this nigga?

Just another spitter, headspinner

E essa rima não é gringa?

Calma, fi, respira...

Yo, who this nigga?

Just another spitter, headspinner

E essa rima não é gringa?

Calma, fi, respira...

[Verso 2]

I wanna make a dollar like Dilla did

In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids

I'm kidding, already have one

Trying to make sure his grades are far from one

This is handsome hands writing pretty words on paper that wrap a beautiful rap verse

Maybe when shit gets ugly I blend this with the horrendous

As caixas tremem, I get tremendous

I made a vow to my vocals, rocking vows and consonants that bring back the focus on the words

Instead they worship lips that sink ships and when shit goes down they get hurt, fuck that!

I spit with the spirit of a hungry Pretty Toney trying to fill his tummy, talk to me

Word to Kobe, won't let these muthafuckas change my name from Kunta Kinte to Toby (hell no!)

But I ain't trying to brag or boast

So I'll turn to Tommy and get Ghost, get it?

So if you feel it, get up!

And for those who gossip, go sip a dick syrup, straight up!

[Refrão]

Yo, who this nigga?

Just another spitter, headspinner

E essa rima não é gringa?

Calma, fi, respira...

Yo, who this nigga?

Just another spitter, headspinner

E essa rima não é gringa?

Calma, fi, respira...

[Saída]

Yeah, shoutout to my man Kamau

In the two thousand now

You know this shit is

[?]

Bem Boom Bap, yeah, ahn