Karavana (part. Dope Boyz)

Karavana (feat. Dope Boyz)

Even the idols tried but didn't have enough
Open kitchen volume 3

[Monsta]
Even the idols tried but didn't have enough
With us it's eye for an eye, mano, and tooth for a tooth
So if we come from the trenches it's because we are fighters
But people don't go down with a knife without a patent
Here there are no neutrals, you're guilty, not innocent
You're following the bullet late on the wall it ricochets
They didn't see those who appeared, disappeared, we killed them all and they didn't react
And if you didn't die older, it's better just pretend you were hit
Don't get too confused, kid, you stole the flow, it's mo n'dengue
Like a kid, such an old man you're inspired by, forget it, it's also mo n'dengue
Can't you see the difference from authentic to identical, from eclectic to synthetic, from epic to pathetic
Get out of here with your panoramic rap
Far from you, I'm like allergic
Dopemuzik damn
Dope is pure, we're cooking in Mexico
Always on the run, none of us here is athletic
They want to make us run against those paraplegics
They'll race to see who finds the first

[Masta]
In video calls with the blonde discussing the future
With this beat on the right side and on the left side the kuduro
Because I'm in the flow, but the sound from the background mixed with what
I'm painting gives something from another world, supreme force
Beat by beat, neck and neck, like grain by grain
In the midst of a lot of no's and those who think they are
So it's not in vain, in vain because it really brings bread
And it goes from hand to hand until it reaches the heart
Only God for this family seen with a nomalia
Every day I read the Bible, at night I keep vigil

[Deezy]
Bad luck at your door like a bill collector
Dopemuzik is genesis, ask the selector
Like we're not rap, we come from another planet
If the subject is beef in the xadão like scepter
Enjoy, I want a busy schedule like back-coffie
I'm on this trip with my old folks inside the koctie
May day, the kid is Marley like Bobby
You don't want to see me go into God mode
New flow, guys will imitate without bad shit
Look at the hater making a puzzled face
Yeah, txoboy deezy, that name is to make you feel
Not being part of this story doesn't make sense
Not making money with this story doesn't make sense
And it's with pleasure, pride, and dedication when you listen

[Nga]
Dopemuzik is in the house boy
Your disgrace boy
When we move forward it's for slaughter so disguise boy
I put on the music, you dance
Don't lose the rhythm boy
The kitchen is open, I have my hand in the dough boy
Winds blow but the caravan passes
Winds blow but the caravan passes
Winds blow but the caravan passes
Even the idols tried but didn't have enough

[Don-g]
When the caravan passes, I'm part of the parade
And you don't pass in my square if you don't keep up, catch yourself
And the family is intact, I only hug those who hug me
If it's not the law of iron, man, let's go with the law of the knife

[Nga]
We embark on this journey that only has a one-way ticket
For you it's not fs, it's MC mission accomplished

[Don-g]
And my life was lived in these ghettos of ls
But it's in the alleys of bandula that I collect my cash
Boy, don't play with fs
You want to play but play far away
If I wasn't a clown yesterday, I won't be a clown today

[Nga]
Where I make is where I spend
You can't, it's cat
It's a fact, you're spent
You're not even worth it
See the harm I do to you
Since the time of impacts
That against us is a holocaust
Xe mo nigga I'm exhausted
Your father or stepfather

[Don-g]
But I gave you the master key

[Nga]
They repeat the sound on the radio until it seems good?
Hmmmmmm, or do they think we don't know?

Chorus [nga]
Dopemuzik is in the house boy
Your disgrace boy
When we move forward it's for slaughter so disguise boy
I put on music, you dance
Don't lose the rhythm boy
The kitchen is open, I have my hand in the dough boy
Winds blow but the caravan passes
Winds blow but the caravan passes
Winds blow but the caravan passes
Even the idols tried but didn't have enough
Winds blow
But the caravan passes
But the caravan passes
But the caravan passes
With us it's eye for an eye, mano, and tooth for a tooth
Winds blow

[DJ omix]
The kitchen is open, I put my hand in the dough boy
Winds blow
Even the idols tried but didn't have enough
With us it's eye for an eye, mano, and tooth for a tooth