Golpe Baixo

Low Blow

Before anything
Never, but never beef me
Seriously, don't make me be this person
Never confuse skills with views
Yaaow
I just came to do the
Yaaow
What I'm supposed to do

Okay, I came to bother you
I'm the one who bursts the bag
You see the aggressiveness with which the verse is thrown
Your end is marked, I came to dictate your future
Who hates the past
Any troop knows
You achieved everything
But when it comes to respect, it wasn't achieved
You are so tired
Fuck your gang, you don't want me to get angry
And if there's going to be blood, the beef is undercooked
Ahhhh listen

Big asshole you turned out to be
(Finish him!)
Okay, I'll finish since I started this
If you don't see, you'll be without pupils
You're acting like a G, boy, but who do you feel?
Do you know why you're called André?
Because even your mother was Dillaz's mother's byte
Yaaow!
Motherfucker, you're a cocksucker
Did you hear what I said? I said cocksucker
I mean, in this case, you're a Dillaz sucker
And if you deny the byte and say it's influence
That just proves your lack of coherence
So you can't play truth or consequence
At most, you can play byte or coincidence
Okay, I'm in this plague's house
You're at home praying that I don't do anything
Okay, he's lost his charm, someone give him water
And since I only want the cup, someone pass me the knife
All that morale is false, what's going on, brotha?
You're just a farce that the boy attacks
You went to Dillaz's insta to copy the flow from a video
And put it on your album: Nothing's happening
(Then others imitate the French)
Seriously, boy, get out of my way
Because for every son of the Armenian, I'm Alvarinho's brother
Put the drill back on the windowsill
Troop and now you save yourself
Or do you think you're going to shake the structure like this
Imitating your neighbor?
Azambuja line is giving tau-tau
Look, the limp dick is acting up
You fucking byte and don't say you're not
Ah, I mean Ca Bu Fla Ma Nau
Boy, if I talk about someone dear to you
You can't take offense to that conversation (you can't)
And if you think I only have shit in my head
Then she shouldn't ask for anal
(Oh shit)
Seriously, are you going to harm someone, boy?
I just came to hear conversations
Boy, but you're going to kill who
Most likely, I'll take a shot from Lili Caneças
You're nervous, so moderate your tone
Seriously, was that your sound?
Because the fucking truth
Is that you won't be half
Of a third of the rapper I am

(But wait, half more?
No, half less, right?)
Half more or half less, what do you mean, G?
Oh fuck
Stupid shit, fuck

Continuing
You're not paying attention to what a guy said
To me, who sucks me
Is who you give kisses
I'm calm
You don't bother
You don't kill anyone, boy
Stop that
Between us, you were capable of a diss
I'm undecided if it was courage or stupidity
Boy, get some sense
You have no friends, if you did, they'd tell you
André, don't do that!
Beef? How dare he with me
Okay, mothafucka, I'll be brief with you
I can even be your ghostwriter
If you pay me well
Seriously, write what I tell you
I find it funny that you consider yourself high level
Dwarf, that response wasn't high level
You don't even give punchlines
I even give rhymes with sixth sense
(I see dead people)
Here you are squeezed, Copenhagen
You better think before you say
That I don't drop anything
Boy, kiss my hand
Respect the GodFather
That I came to stir up a storm in a teacup
You want to take the piss
I don't buy that
Told the boys Is this a diss? I'll handle it
Look André, since you only talk nonsense
Take advantage and now see if you put more tobacco in it
You face the bullets, then you puff out your chest
You don't have the coverage
That I fill the cake with
I leaned on you
But I showed you're worthless
Even if you were with Blaya in the same take
No matter how hard you try, hey
You don't offend, fake
What you've done
Okay, I don't respect
You don't understand, I know
That you suck so much
That no matter how many years pass
You'll always have baby teeth
You're not a byte, you're a punk
But from my side, you never hear
You scare
That dwarf I beat today
You thought there was no response
Boy, there's just no response
It's for what do you want to be when you grow up
Shut up and suck this shit, bitch
No one expects a brutal shit from you
You're just a lying dwarf
You're proof that here lies have short legs
You're just funny, boy
But what a disgrace
G, stop talking about what you didn't go through
My father put me on the street
Told me Life is yours
And until he died, he didn't go back
I had no plans during those 4 years
Thinking like me, I got out of that mess
I smoked joints, killed jugs
To forget hunger and went with Teles to Vasco
My belly growled, so yeah, I stole
I did things you never needed
Friends passed by, few helped me
But now everyone wants me not to drift away
It was almost deadly, cerebral stop
Because of a lot of abuse and a lot of wear
I even got lucky, boy, I cheated death
The doctor told me
It was close, you got away
My brother is in the fight
Boy, clinging to the fruit
He's still fucked up today and I pray for the guy
My mother was a whore
My father just wanted booze
What are you going to say to bring me down?
As you see it doesn't work, forget that behavior
Boy, you don't fight
Absolutely sure
My school was Supa
There's no Portuguese rapper more son of a bitch
And you beefed with a guy?
You get altered with me
Boy, it seems like I gave you molly
More comical can only be
Me being called twin and copy of Holly
By the sheep Dolly
Save me

So? You were drinking lemonade, right?
Look there, bitch ass nigga