Dois menor dando fuga no Cachoeirinha,
Volto da batalha o sentido e Taipas,
Nos volta a pe, famoso pisadinha
Enquanto os coisao sempre anda de barca

Roupa que nos usa, brecho da tiazinha
Enquanto os boyzao usa roupa de marca
Tem uns que so rima pra levar folhinha
Enquanto nos rima pra deixar uma marca

Marca MC que nao marca na linha
Nos joga no ataque e na zaga
Postura de goleiro Bruno nunca tem espaco em time de Marta
Mata no peito que e gol,
Rimando no speed e rimando no slow
Inovador nas ideia e no flow

Ceis pensa que e peito de aco so que minha flecha te atravessou
Pow pow, disparo palavras
Nao sou maromba mas carrego barras
Berro na boca, nao falo de armas
Grito minha dor nessas rimas para lidar com traumas
As vezes eu peco socorro, ouco a resposta em forma de palmas

Tey tey, quanto ja perdi, quanto eu ja ganhei?
So sei que nao paro com isso, ate ganhar o triplo do que apostei
E na real ja ganhei
O rap me levou longe,
Rezo pra que esses menor tenha onde dormir hoje

Torco pela vitoria de cada um do nosso bonde
Sempre foi coletivo, bota a cara nao se esconde
Ponta a ponta da cidade e nos que ta barulhando
Nao quer viver o que nos vive, quer cantar o que eu to cantando?
Ai e muito facil tiozao, voce ta chapando?

Baseado em fatos reais e eu so to contando
Conta outra, peixe morre pela boca
Nao to de touca, pra falador e poucas
Nos cola o baile poka, se quiser algo foca

Eu tambem sou fofoqueiro mas nao vivo de fofoca
Pra ser MC voce tem que sustentar o peso
E tem que ter peito se quiser ta do meu lado
O que nao suporto e quando me sinto preso

Ate porque meus proprios pesos eu que tenho suportado
Prefiro ta sozinho do que mal acompanhado
E e nos que fecha no escuro e no claro
Mantendo a lealdade com quem ta do nosso lado

Sem flash e nem pose que nos e jogador caro
E raro, nao paro!
Ae, ae, Mlk de Mel na voz, Sao Paulo Brasil, Zona Norte e nos! Boa boa pra geral
Ae, ae, ae,

E raro!

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Two young'uns fleeing through Cachoeirinha
Get back from the battle on my way to Taipas
We come back walking, the famous 'pisadinha'
Meanwhile Five-O always in their cars

The clothes we use, from the old lady's thrift shop
Meanwhile the rich only use designer clothes
Some rhyme just to take the prize
While we rhyme to leave a mark

Tag the MCs that don't mark in the field
We play offence and defence
Goalkeeper's Bruno stance will never have space in Marta's team
Stop the ball with my chest then it's a goal
Rhyming on the speed and rhyming slow
Innovator in the concept and in the flow

You think your chest is made of steel, but my arrow crossed you
Pow pow, I unload words
Not a gym rat but I drop bars
Scream but I don't talk about guns
Let loose my pain on these rhymes to deal with traumas
Sometimes I cry for help, I listen to the answer in the form of applause

Tey tey, how much have I lost, how much have I won?
All I know is I won't stop until I get three times what I bet
Actually, I already won, rap took me far
I pray that these young'uns have somewhere to sleep today
I cheer for the victory of everyone in our clique

Always been collective; show your face, don't hide
Everywhere in the city we are making noise
You don't want to live the life I live, but you want to sing the songs I sing?
It's way too easy, man, are you trippin'?

Based on real facts, I'm just telling you
Pull another one, the fish dies because of his mouth
I'm not missing anything; we are watching you loud mouths
We always ball, but if you want something focus

I like to gossip but I don't live by gossip
To be an MC you have to handle the weight
And have to have courage if you want to be by my side
What I can't stand is when I feel stuck

Because I have borne my own burdens
I prefer to be alone than with bad company
And we are together in the light and in the dark
Keep the loyalty to those on our side

Without flash or pose because we are expensive ballers
Rare, I don't stop!
Yo, yo, Mlk de Mel on the set
Sao Paulo Brazil, North Zone
That's us!
Have a good one
Yo, yo, yo

So rare!