The Cypher Deffect (part. Don Cesão, Chayco e Spinardi)

I might be stuck in this same old funk for days
Fighting with my aunt
'Cause she caught me in the sink
Making out with my cousin
In this ring, my mic's like a slingshot
I hit you with these bilingual rhymes, Costa ain't NSync
And those who listen to NSync
Don't know the Damassa crew
With baggy pants, just hunting for some ass

Don't get mad and indict
No one resigns, flow's legit
Say it before it gets assigned
In a bang bang of gangs
Fuck bitches! And never hit bitches
Damassa! Heavy mafia like Frank Lucas
Yeah!

There's a crazy dude in the mix in Bel Air!
Rapping without my cover charge
I guide you like a chauffeur
Hell yeah

I freestyle while you burn a page
Two, my verse is hard as hell!
To shut that mouth of yours
Damassa is smoke, it's a breed, it's a curse
It's the swarm, it's the zika, damn

Pompeia, hard as a rock!
Costa Gold, the girls are affected
Terrorist rapper with a sensor for fake poets
In the vibe of Ketamine, I hate quiet girls
Tripping like your blood on amphetamine
They said boom, I said fya!
Fuck Tyler! 2 triples and a Chicken Jr is the best style of life
On Globo it's manipulation, they keep Thiago Leifert
On Fox, Adam Sandler's choking Michelle Pfeiffer
Pass the pipe, I'm Marcola with a sniper
Predella ain't Tiger Woods
Predella is Weed Tiger

I hate Tyga
Save in the save that I save in the flipped rhyme
In the flow discipline and you see that this
Gave more buzz than sage (whoa)
Nausea, I feel my stomach empty
Euthanasia, oriental nurse, am I in Asia?
I got heartburn, in the wing. West zone made in Braza
Damassa!
A heavy family, muchas gracias

Ya-ba-da-ba-duh, Don! Fat-Flintstone
Bad-rock! Crackland, downtown!
São Paulo, capital, honestly no escape
Razor flow, call me Fat Krueger!
Talk, talk, talk about us
But don’t talk too much
Friend turns enemy if you worry about me and don’t do
Half of what I do, but call me a jerk
Maybe for your failure I already have an explanation

I’m Don Cesão
But you’re not!
How do you feel when you shake my hand?
Lights, camera, action without bilu and tetéia
Serginho Malandro thinking he’s slick with his old lady rhymes
Saw the hot girl in the audience and asked: Can I hit it?
That’s a no-go, she’s the queen of blowjobs
In that pussy, there are more rappers than in my iPod
Hahaha, oh my God!

Good night! Another sleepwalker
Tag, this is my symbol
Sample on the beat asks for my rap, even if I’m vandal
I’m buffalo weight, with identity, or it turns replica
Subversive to labels or minds without goals and shit
In the flash vibe or the cash appetite, the rhythm is without fya
More secret than my supply
24/7 smart, quiet rip, this is charasguaya, we’re on fire
It’s the core, she’s moaning under the skirt

Stoned like Saigon, 5 out of 20 Cypher!
Only in my sound, I’ll have what matters, knockout on Mike Tyson
My nigga, it was just a grain. I know I’m crazy for the rhymes I flex
Here’s where I select, December to January I don’t disappoint
What do you want me to do? I do what I know how to do, without imitating you
Try to understand, come to know, but without getting in the way
You wanna know? I assimilate the tracks to the cortex
Listen, I take it seriously, dude, aiming for cash, a duplex, hey!

Another rap of stimulation, it’s not new, my finger to the cameras
Strong idea comes that explodes ceramics
Don’t suck my dick, I’m back in action
And it’s straight talk, words that ignite your flares
Grumpy isn’t a prick, with rap I listen to myself
My victory that shuts the mouth of those who should’ve been born mute
And I’m gonna run a bit more and in my future
I’ll buy a chocolate and a fat, chubby cigar

I kick this stone, I drown in the beer
My buddy overlooks the empty gaze of Minerva
Respect this crew of MCs that’s worth it, you bastard!
I present to you my ripped sack
Excuse me here, my flow keeps speeding up
On the base I can feel that
A bum talks a lot, he cries and can’t handle the vibe, ha, not at all!
Comedian says it’s my situation’s fault, roll the tape, rewind the tape, Jão
I’d stretch my whole arm for you if you’d given me your hand back then, jerk!

Sorry for your act of someone who doesn’t fuck
Avoid blah-blah-blah, I prefer the sound of Costa Gold
In this track, there are 2 types of MCs
Those who learned something from me and those I learned from