Ítalo, hit the beatbox for me?
In rhyme I'm an expert, I've got credentials
When it comes to tenor or baritone
In rap I work out the flow
I joke the platypus went to the otorhinolaryngologist
Don't lose sight of me, I run faster than Bolt
In a sprint over two hundred and twenty thousand volts
The speedometer spikes, the drive won't stop
I rhyme whatever I want, even with "parallelepiped"
It's Fabio Brazza and Ítalo in supersonic rhyme
My speech sets the bar on the pentatonic scale
Oxytone, paroxytone, proparoxytone
It keeps going and stresses the tonic syllable
Get out the way, it's hot
Nobody ever put it in a rhyme before
Anticonstitutionally
Put in the flow pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Let's speed this up a bit more, Ítalo, please
In rhyme I'm an expert, I've got credentials
When it comes to tenor or baritone
In rap I work out the flow
I joke the platypus went to the otorhinolaryngologist
Don't lose sight of me, I run faster than Bolt
In a sprint over two hundred and twenty thousand volts
The speedometer spikes, the drive won't stop
I rhyme whatever I want, even with "parallelepiped"
It's Fabio Brazza and Ítalo in supersonic rhyme
My speech sets the bar on the pentatonic scale
Oxytone, paroxytone, proparoxytone
It keeps going and stresses the tonic syllable
Get out the way, it's hot
Nobody ever put in a rhyme before "anticonstitutionally"
Put in the flow pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Know what that is? I'll explain it to you
It's the biggest word in the Portuguese dictionary
An exotic, vulcanoconiosis vocabulary
It's hip-hop in a hiphopnotic effect
Cause the mind is cultured and fast
And what I just said was a multisyllabic
Cause the message never fails and spreads more than a lame video on WhatsApp
And nobody can topple me
It's my escape valve and I roll over like a tank
Even Tupac rose from the grave and said this kid is
And if you copy my flow you'll get tangled like a hook
Lyrical assassin in Interpol's sights
No booze level, no blunt or ethanol
You play do re mi fa sol
And get lost ‘cause I throw in sharps with flats
Parachlorobenzylpyrrolidinoethylbenzimidazole
Saturday drunk I drink in a bar in Dubai
In Bacchus's hullabaloo of the come and go
I speak in the rhythm that distracts
And I'm so advanced my mom hasn't even met my dad yet
And the conclusion is this is an aesthetic matter
Of poetic dialectics in the power of phonetics
On top of the beat like a kamikaze
Leveling up in a verse that matches every frenetic phrase
In the symmetrical metric of arithmetic goals
Of the heavy groove, kinda peculiar
Like a fighter jet shatters the glass, tears it up
And when it passes it isn't caught on radar