[Part D2]
First of it all, I introduce myself again
Mic heavyweight, testing: one, two, three
I've faith that my way is in refinement of Samba
I've the strength and courage of a warrior who loves
Look listen me, mine is the perfect beat, I'm in fight
Respect only have who respects
[Part Pitty]
Edmundo never know what he's doing
He's a man so much distracted
They say that one night, when he arrived home
Before going to bed, he made such a mess
His slipper on pillow he laid
And went to sleep on the floor
The next morning, after wake up
Filled the tub to take a bath
Went to kitchen and fried his bathrobe
And the water of bath he messed with a spoon
After spending toothpaste on bread
Washed himself in a coffee cup
It's too much, this man doesn't know what he does
I've pity of this guy
Edmundo, everyone says there's no way anymore
[Part D2]
Do you know what happens? satisfaction to rhyme
Such Rap with Samba, that touched everywhere
Rio de Janeiro, yes a beautiful place, imperfect scenery
Perfect for inspiration, dropped at 4am on the couch
Playing a play, the idea will come, is one behind another
No, won't stop, rogue of wallet, now have to work
I'm going behind, looking for the perfect beat, my Samba is like this
Ally with a well made rhyme, rhythm, courage, respect, perseverance
That I have and always say to leave as heritage
Hip Hop Rio is a school, and how is it!
Mess of Lapa**, I've dropped the plant
Me and my partners taking the sound
Dropping verb and burning only one good**