Urna

Ballot Box

I'm Bono in what I do, U2
I speak for mine
It's the same speech
It's not rap anymore, I'm singing like Gutto
Your rap is wack, I don't listen
Paired with the Bluetooth game
Groupies going crazy with this group
Guess on the neck and wrist
Guess who's fucking up Portuguese rap

(Monsta)

And I know they try hard
But you can't handle it
The problem is that you represent
The spotlights only increase, your illusion
Just see a camera and laugh
Are you the same in the dressing rooms?
Avoid that drama with my G's
Or you'll be in bed complaining about your kidneys

(Masta)

Nigga nigga nigga
I bought my first boat
Nigga nigga nigga
It was with attitude and coke
Nigga nigga nigga
That was before signing with DOPE
But I've always been DOPE, always been BOPE
God up there
Belt on the waist holding the shot

I shot first
Holes in your whole body
Blood comes out like water in the shower
I bury you, and I'm not even a gravedigger
Precision scales in the kitchen
Lots of tapes, magic without a wand
Cooking the Mercedes, bring more flour
Locked in the booth, screw the van

(Don-G)

We're taking over your block nigga
They're calling me on your block nigga
My thing is like crack nigga
Your drug doesn't hit here anymore nigga

(They say the best defense is offense
So when someone attacks you, they're defending themselves
So consider your defeat a legitimate defense)

(Prodígio)

I didn't just come to
Add fuel to the fire
I added
Oil and kindling
I spit drugs
Fuck the CDs
Put that shit in the shroud
FS messes up, spreads
Warn the scoundrels, that's
Battle of grenades
And they brought knives

King of this shit like Edson
I take the Mic like Jackson
The most hated in this shit
And still the Most Wanted like Kelson
They're dying slowly
I came to give you euthanasia
On the net they sing like PAC
Face to face they sing like Edmásia
While you're beefing on the net
I'm in my mansion nigga
I'm your Punisher, cause ain't got no Action Nigga

You're complaining on TV
That's what a Patrícia would do
You don't know, you just heard like Patrícia Faria
And how the police did
I'm hitting insurgents
And I'm cleaning up girls
Oh shit
I'm malicious on the road
Ask the zukas success is the plan that Don “came up with”
Two bullets in the leg
Make you do the Ndombolo

(NGA)

I brought the street back
I woke up rap in the city
I put flavor in the cube
And my brothers on the road
Niggas better act like they know it 3x
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
Beef on Twitter, battles on Insta
Rhymes on Face
My thing is Hood like Ace
I'm hitting in the face
Every time you see me on Trace or MTV Base
My trooper cooperates and prospers
From Spring to Spring
Your era is over
If I didn't do the Normal
You'd see this black guy putting on a show in a Panamera
My hustle is heavy, but it's private like condos
I applaud your domain
I saw your decline, I'm part of your extermination

Fuck up my fucking reasoning
How do these niggas have money?
They're all older
But still live off sponsorships
While I give light to stars
Like my boy Deezy, Prodígio, Monsta
If I get upset I explode
I turn off all stars like a supernova
My answer
I bring careers down, while building others
Yeah Soares da Costa

Your first album was classic
Last album, man, it's just a sample
None of you come close
Of the three, of the others
No one counts
Whether I have it in my account or not is none of your business
Now answer to the streets
But take into account, don't pretend
That we don't know your intentions
Tell cota Samu that
Career is bad, let's take advantage of the elections

“Mamy” Squad, Unbalanced
Shark died, deal closed
For me it's funny
How you went from talking bad about your stepfather
To becoming an employee
How did this poor guy
Whose mother cleaned floors in Mbanza Congo
As soon as he entered the game
Started teaching you
Like a pedagogue

Hotter Than Fire, I came with respect
I did a duet with the ghetto
Learn from me smart guy
Humility is what makes us complete
Sintra line still has no metro
Angola doesn't have 24 illiterate provinces
Straight talk, I don't talk the rest
Your dreams in the black bag

Ndengue dead Ivo, alias ndengue undead
No wonder you hit the rock
On TV, on the radio and even in books

And instead of enjoying
The fake boxers that a mboa offered me
You should see what mine work more than yours
Gold in the mouth and rims on the car are trophies
Dedication, poetic vein, for ethics
Of work then I can tell you that in
Alphabetical order
I know some MCs you forgot to call
For this little group
That to me is an orgy of
Lesbians