.(Refrao)
Vem, junta-te a ns vamos embora
Hip-hop tuga chegou a hora,
Falsos e [?] bota fora, (bota fora esses (?))
Underground, respiro o ar puro por baixo do chao,
Encontra razao na minha expressao,
Sensores e criticos nao nos abalarao
Muitas dessas cobras sao jornalista.
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