Pedras No Meu Sapato

Well, good evening to everyone, including me and you
Oh, and to the Prime Minister, sorry I didn’t even see you
Time to clear the bottles, light up the party
It's Dillaz fucking M, what?
It's Dillaz fucking MC
Yo, my name is Dillaz and I'm a rapper, not a star
I don't care about porn, but if you want, I can bring it
My rhymes are like fencing, hard to beat them
Even those with big mouths struggle to handle them
Your girl shows who's in charge, she ain't no saint
Refined but brought down, 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 stands to pee
And the kid who was a wuss now wants to be a thug
All puffed up but he'll pop if you poke him with a needle
Staring at the ladies, but stuck on his own nail
The only thing he shoots is the pus from a pimple
How ungrateful can you be?
You spit in your own plate
I see you're a rookie, not ready for the fight
A stone in my shoe
Get lost, oh frog-faced dude
If you were Jamaican, you'd be shouting bomboclat
Dillaz fucking MC, even gives change with a wink
You touch the ball again and you're out like a thief
Yo, sacred family, put on your belt and helmet
Oh man, I won't even touch it, it hits like a bat
My dude, look at your eyelash, it's a bit crooked
Make sure you use some eye drops, check your girl
Try to focus more on your crew, not just the cash
My dude, I'm a bit – pssht, back to the crib
Wanna be seventy-five, here’s the deal
If you show up with 50, you still need 25
I didn’t come to be cruel, just making a point
You come armed like Rapunzel, I’ll shave your hair
I was born in Morocco, but I make it seem like it
You don’t see mountains and hills, but you find camels
Try to see them
Here, hits turn into late straight lines
They don’t last 24 hours, they last 24 days
And I spend my day frying, what do I want, where do I go?
Rude, it’s for the foolish, break an arm, taekwondo
Motherfucker looks tough and no one’s scared
You raise your hand and hear – the kid shit himself
Buy a tube, thinking you’re in Tibet
Take off the accessory, Rambo doesn’t wear a headband, man
Two fingers on your chest to see if the shit’s the same
You neither advance nor retreat, just smoke nights with the slug
You’re frozen

Don’t say I didn’t warn you
If you fool yourself, don’t say I was wrong
Don’t be a mad duck or talk about what I know
For these reasons and others, that’s why I don’t give a shit about many