Pedras No Meu Sapato

A very good evening to everyone, also to me and to you
Oh, also to the Prime Minister, sorry I didn't even see him
Time to empty the bottles, light up the chiripiti
It's Dillaz fucking M what?
It's Dillaz fucking MC
Troop, my name is Dillaz and I'm a rapper not a star
I don't care about pornography but if you want I can put it on
My rhyme is a lot of fencing, hard to beat
Even those with big mouths struggle to eat it
Your lady shows who's in charge, she's not a saint
Refined, lowered, more slaps than a jambé
She gets tangled up with you and still calls you Andre
I know you're the one wearing the pants, but she pees standing up
And the boy who was Amélia, now wants to be a jerk
All swollen but bursts if you touch him with a needle
He stares at the ladies, but gets stuck on a nail
The only thing he ejaculates is the pus from a pimple
How ungrateful you are
You spit on your own plate
I see you're a recruit, not ready for combat
A stone in my shoe
Get lost, oh frog face
If you were Jamaican, you'd shout bomboclat
Dillaz fucking MC, even gives change with a middle finger
You touch the ball again and you're kicked out with a pickaxe
Sacred troop family, put on your belt and helmet
Oh dear, I don't even touch him, he gets high as hell
My boy, your eyelash is a bit crooked
Try putting in some Visine, look at your mom
Try to look more at your own, not just at the note
My boy, I'm a bit — pssht go back home
Wanna be seventy five, I'll give you the following
If you show up with 50, you still need 25
I didn't come to be cruel, just to make an appeal
You act like Rapunzel, I'll shave your hair off
I was born in Morocco, not really but I make it seem so
You don't see mountains and acorns there, but you find camels
Try to see them
Here joints turn into late straights
They don't last 24 hours, they last 24 days
And me who spends the day frying, what do I want, where do I go?
Ill-mannered, fit for a fool, break an arm, taekwondo
Mother fucker looks tough and no one got scared
You raise your hand and hear — the kid pooped
Buy a tube, thinks he's in Tibet
Take off the accessory, Rambo doesn't wear a headband, man
Two fingers on the chest to see if the shit is the same
You don't move forward or backward, just smoke nights with the slug
You're still

Don't say I didn't warn you
If you deceive yourself, don't say I was wrong
Don't be a wild duck or talk about what I know
That's why I don't give a damn about many