Incomunicável (part. Kant)

Ayy, hmm, you talk too much
But you see in the end that you are assholes
You can cry, beg
Because you will never have a picture of my dick
The one who rhymes, takes you away, makes fun of you
It ends and the guys scream, oh my
The last straw of the serial killer's tears while cutting onions

Kant, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh, oh, oh
My Jingle Bell drank and had sex with Bebel
The new Daddy Motel is me, ho, ho, ho, oh, oh
Shooting hits on this beat, pow, pow, pow
Classic as a feat. Akon and J. Cole, Co-co-cole
But in the version of a fighting dog (Earuh)
My mom sees me flipping and comes calling
No, no, no, no, no, mom, I'm writing with Qualy
My role is to be on the mic, I'm not good at likes
I don't wear the hype, I'm just good at rhyming like Busta Rhymes
If you see me angry, then bro, run

Because the good Hades already died of AIDS
Today I'm hacking, I insult your Max
Now we are the ones who dominate this shit
Kant, Qualy and Spinardi
To write this I went to bed late
I woke up very early to spit
In a beat with Spi a speed hard, I came from Mars
Fast in this shit like I'm Vin Diesel

Incommunicable, invisible
If these shards are sold as art
In the grave, Da Vinci burns
Do you think I only think about flow? No!
I aim at a victim and go, pow!
I know my verse is bugging you, oh
Search for my handwriting on Google, I am
Himself, fuck if he formed me
Attack everyone, be happier than Fábio Assunção
When Friday comes
Oh, oh

Ah, everything I do, everything they tell me, I throw out of the deck, I'm hype, my ass
Look at my bow, whoever says I'm old can go to hell
28 is too little for those who think otherwise
Like Super Mario, I sent you down the drain
That I'm not one for excitement and I don't talk nonsense on the edge of the weekend
Speak memo, hoodlum, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, you, smell
Smell of the throat, I speak to the world that surpasses you
But wait, today my reinforcement, my support will become
To rhyme with Kant and Spinardi, partner, then sing well

Don't compare me to Kurt Cobain
I have tendencies, but that's okay
Today they call me Joker
That Joker rap from the bullet train
I don't give a damn about what a bum says
Rhyme that doesn't stop, come, lean, speak, shut up too
Turn your backs on me, you quarrelsome boys
Look, it's not even in my blood
My influence? Wu-Tang

What's your problem with Eminem?
I don't care what you think, what you say
I just don't want anyone who passed the Enem to get screwed
Everything I breathe today I compare to someone
Leminski has already said that today, when everything breathes, it has also conspired
You must be talking to the friends next to you
That my name on this track only said nonsense
Debate with friends at the bar on Friday
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, ti, smell

She saved my photo on her desktop
He asked for a sip from my glass
She saved my photo on her desktop
He asked me to win the championship, focus
Through the source of little faith, the march passes through skill
Who's coming or going? Shooting goes, shooting comes, it's okay
I become the king, I want more, I have the bass, but I don't know
I fucked the law, I follow the law, I warn the real rap
Vic, BIC from high school to college
Kamikaze son of a bitch director
The guy thinks about fiction, I don't think about ecad
Kids, go home, it's late
SP in the grave/key committee, last of the phase, Biasi's beat (there's no room for hesitation)
So much mano, mano-a-mano
The guy knows, attacks and farts
Drop the cano, bro, your role is the town fool (oh)
Crack the paint, life in the 30s
We rhyme, play, fight and paint
Master of the tongue, enemy dwindles
Every line takes revenge
Crack the paint, life in the 30s
We rhyme, play, fight and paint
Master of the tongue, enemy dwindles
Every line takes revenge

You talk too much
But you see in the end that you are assholes
You can cry, beg
Because you will never have a picture of my dick
The one who rhymes, takes you away, makes fun of you
It ends and the guys scream, oh my
The last straw of the serial killer's tears while cutting onions

Pedro Qualy!
Designate me
You must have lost your badges
I came here to leave you with stigmas
Each one who ranted means
Hail, brother Guiga, aka Sigmar
Leading a dignified life
But activity
I had to get my own catharsis
And before it goes on display
But here lies good jazz, petal of ill-love
Either bite your back or sleep standing up
Domino effect, taken by Aminé
I never understood Maktub ou c'esta la vie
Hey brother, hey man

Ahh, you're not going to sing in this one either, are you?
No, look at the whole situation
Draw your own conclusion
Poropompon
I'm going to make a support rhyme that I deserve then
I'm now doing a message rap
Cocaine is not a toy, it's a disease
Did you notice the difference?
Memo group, various beliefs
If you don't stick it, you won't get it
I'm going to lose my rib from eating so much ribs
From how much I'm profiting, from how much I'm a poet without giving a damn
Key mind, against cell mind

Older guys say I'm too young
To do what older guys don't do well yet
That's why I come to this track shooting like bang, bang, bang
Hey, men, men, men, over a hundred, a hundred, a hundred
Slitting the throat of everything I see in front of me
As if I were a chainsaw
Brem, brem, brem and has, has, has
The big problem is I don't like watching him

My time is short, even your time becomes short
If you accidentally get knocked out by my elbow
Dissolving thoughts so I can melt them
So that later they stop becoming a nightmare
This monster created in me, there is no way to remove it
He thought about causing my end, but who is going to develop this rap?
My son, I am still young
When I see the problems of the world, I feel light as a ball of yarn, it's just like that, finish him, for me anyway, man, there's no way to appeal
This is my horror movie and guess who wrote the script

Rhyme comes in the fur, I do it all the time
Pay the price, deadbeat, I'll make your hair stand on end
That I don't do it halfway, I do the best of this shit
Elbow talker by my side
Bunch of motherfuckers with no future, short life
Bad guy kicks, bad guy kicks
Bro, stop, stop, stop, stop

I already mentioned the rap Lord who dominates this entire script
I don't give a damn about the competition, don't worry
How can you, how can you speak?
If you hesitate, you'll get it in the face, one on one you can't handle it
Bro, look through the crack, see what we went through
At the height of the chapa coco, crazy is an understatement
Speed flow king at the top
Let him think you're not in the game
Dude, don't worry, this hole is deeper in the team

Rap driven by a wizard, you feel the damage of the crow's beak
rap taken Haikaiss, Kant stinks, disgusting
OG