Esquiva da Esgrima
Criolo
Fencing Dodge
Talking too much, sour gum
Call the ambulance and teach this clown
To respect our principles
There's more God to give than all of you in a chamber pot
In the past, it was solved with words
An idea that was exchanged
The respect that was enough
Money is vile, uncle managed, virile instinct
AR-15 is everywhere and the kids are with rifles
From Grajaú to Curuzu, for immigration my people are stubborn
Inspiration is Black Alien, it's Ferrez, not Tia Augusta
Minimum verse, lyrical from a dreamlike universe
Every hoodlum has an empirical knowledge
Rap is strong, believe it,
