Primeira Diss

What have you done for rap?
Otherwise half a dozen t-shirts
And some caps, huh?
Exhibiting yourself like you're a hardworker
But you do have time for Instagram and Snapchat, huh?
What a type of hood you are
That doesn't even put some swear words in the lyrics
Is there censorship in your pen?
Called some beasts for the CD, to sell it
You're using these guys as crutches?
Now it's war
Beretta that shoots black paint
It's the poison that only stops when it sees you in the gutter
Believe it
I saw you defending PT
That's why your company grew
It must be Rouanet
Trend seeker, lost, your first EP
Just made sucess
Because Marechal was involved
Your other works are garbage, and we understand that
You added some jazz on the album
To imitate Kendrick
Without talent, I'll leave you in forgotness
I don't know what your fans
Have in their heads, otherwise your pump
Build up a store Foco na Missão
Just to make some money
Your focus is on the commission
Bro, recorded a video in New York, playboy
I've never seen you on the street, no, only on television
You have revealed your secrets already
Did your job to rebuild a lane on the hood
And you already feel like Mandela
It's the horror
To end the lies
You just became what you became
Because of the love songs
The line moves and says it's a revolution
After winning some Nikes
You took your feet off the ground
Traitor, I remember it
Forgot to say the shit
That you did in your logbook
Talk about the time in the mines, to move people
But if it was so painful
Why did you leave your mother there?
You don't have the courage, much less the light
If the weather closes
Hide your face like an ostrich
Creed on the cross, the real I exposed
Your rap speaks another language
And Google doesn't translate
Confusing wise men? I know what the type of confusion is
You who got confused and choosed the wrong career
Your name means fair, makes sense
Because fair would be
A better MC in your place

You sold yourself, and I came to judge it, see
For the end of your career, so it will be
Do us a favor, cadet
Abort your mission
And you don't even need to leave a note
Stinger pen like Killa Bee
The rythim is vice against those who hesitate here
I don't know who told you that you was a good MC
But it seems you didn't ask yourself
And if?
It's time to wake up, boy
And you talk so much about dreams
That you must be daydreaming
Your end is a goal
And if it weren't for the other two fears
You could easily be one of the fools
Sit down and be still, don't move from here
While the lesson is not complete
And even I became your enemy
It's been a long time since you stopped being a fly
But you never stopped being an insect
Talking about others is easy
It's hard to talk about yourself
My line is inside of the compass
I didn't make my arm proud
If with each step I am reborn
So that the bond does not succumb
I do mine like this
How the clown's job is to make you smile
Mission
Tiredness, failure, I felt it too
Without steel in the chest, bro
I dropped it in the foolscap
Piece by piece
My focus to the maximum to extract
A roll up and get busy
Every space there is to go
My rap is not a game, my rap is life, weight
Of those who exchanged their house for the cause like Takezo
In the lyric I dare myself like Higuita
What I write comes from the soul
Like a spiritualist session
Psychography, my rhythm is poetry, bro
But I've been listening to several tracks at random
In the end, for me, every diss has sounded like this
As if every MC wrote it for himself

War between us?
Why?
For what?