Sdds do Sant

[Chris]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Furamil, weee, 2Cão, hey
Uh uh yeah
Furamil, Furamil
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh yeah
Yeah uh

She said
Chris, you’re not my type
She likes heroes, I’m more of a villain
Hey, enemy killer
Like dynamite, high destructive power
Oh, envy stinks, she’ll forget me soon
I’m way happier than I seem
Those who buy me usually know
I mixed the best with the best
It’s like a flow of CR and Messi
If I kill my masters, I kill my friends
And I know, many are frustrated with me
And my growth separates the wheat from the chaff
And I can’t talk about dreams, I haven’t been sleeping
Making enemies and cash, cash
Big monster, I’m like Kurama
Hey, still no time for drama
I’m taking them down with one hit, like Saitama
These kids are tough online
But face to face, it’s not what it seems
Leading the race, Black The Flash
They’re calling me Cyclops, you’re screwed if I pull out Juliet
Grew up in hell, Hellboy
I’ve changed, I’ve become a hero villain
Hey, I don’t take criticism from those who don’t build
A false truth is just one that doesn’t hurt

[Major RD]
What the hell is this, man?
Furamil 2Cão again?
But didn’t you say this was over?
Ah, I can’t believe it, no
I’m gonna say it here, look

I’m rhyming like Onix
If I die tomorrow
I’ll come back the day after flying like a Phoenix
Rap is my religion
Snore for me and I’ll show you the fury of little young Trunks
Furamil 2Cão
Whoever tried to confront us dangerously invaded our Gaza Strip
Doesn’t know the hustle
Look up who Afrika Bambaataa was
Otherwise, go back two spaces
Alien flow from NASA
Burn that wig with too much Neutrox
This shit is messing with your brain
You won’t find this flow on Mozilla Firefox
Oh, with the pen, it gets salty
Try to show another way to play hard to get
You can’t keep up with RD
Think about getting a stick, use Wingardium Leviosa
Furamil’s got prr, oh man, don’t be shocked
I hear so much crap, I miss Sant
Keep your distance from the stage
Otherwise, you’ll get stomped in the punk circle

[Ghetto ZN]
Hey, yeah
Better think twice before coming to steal my vibe
You’ll miss me, know that it’s what eases me
I’m already at the basketball court, shirtless
Waiting for someone to show me the world spins
Look, the sky is so gray it made me stop
Smoking a red filter, I even remember freebasing
The worst rags involved my guys
A rifle, a pistol, for a year we were kings
Further from the dream, that’s my deal
Making dollars, wanting paychecks
Heading to the show, I leave the piece at home
Fear of the past, man, I only had it once
Beautiful story with a sad ending
They killed my brother in a way that honor doesn’t exist
They ask me for truth, I know I’m sincere
I don’t pray to statues, I don’t believe in the clergy
You’ll look at me sideways, you’ll come back with poison
You’ll pull a knife, I’ll pull my shout
You’ll say you’ll face me here online
You’ll say you’ll face me, I’ll see you dying
I was bathed in a pool of blood
Then washed in the rain
Who lives in the shadow, the shadow doesn’t haunt
I’m a villain hero, I came to live from the streets

[Xaga]
Some ideas, like the wind, pass
Time flies way too fast
Today we’re ninjas
We walk in the shadows
Blacks are surfing the wave
Tsunami points at me
And this is a status war
And the same shoulder that holds you
Is still the same shoulder that competes behind your back
Intuition is still my best friend
Trust is the hustle of the notes
My dream still hooks me
Don’t be afraid of the choice
I’ll make you understand we’re strong
Without getting confused with these spotlights
There are a lot of people doing what they call rap
It’s far from being hip hop (this isn’t hip hop)
I’m the flagship, Sweet Herb Family
Number 10, ammo in the leather
Wild West, I’m a shotgun blast
Xaga made the beat for this track
So I crushed it double
How can it be? They try with me
To say they’re better than me
But they’re not even on the level
Everything you hear from them is fictional
Singing lies and you believe it
Yeah, man, I have a plan
Like a freedom, I keep avoiding damage
If you’re in my head, you know what I’m talking about
A toast to our struggle and the victory of my guys

[Sant]
Hello, hello, Furamil
Guess what
Your prejudice printed on my team jersey
She likes villains, I lost family to crime
Still want me to rhyme about syndromes?
Stockholm: Here you love those who oppress you
In this ups and downs, Russia, cinnamon, and roulette
At the top of the mountain, she left everything for sex
Where are the homies? Just drama
In the area camping, I keep cups in the drawer
You’ll miss me when you feel your absence
You’ll cry softly, you’ll laugh loudly
You’ll curse the world for what it did to us
And the blame being ours will leave your vision blurry
I’ll do more than I should to make it right
I’m the most intense grain in this desert
Well, the Furamil Ministry informs
It’s two guard dogs in the best form
I bring reference in this essence
I gained relatives in the coexistence
Where ties were appearances
Or mere conveniences
And now I seek frequency in the sound
My existence without touch
Life is an inexact science
Bambaataa consciousness, in this cadence
This ground is my roof
And your chest, in fact
In my lines, eloquence