LYRICS GAME

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'm a specialist

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

Neurotic kid

Put in the flow pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Hold up

It's slow

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'm a specialist

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"

Neurotic kid

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

Check the gab

Cause the mind is cultured and fast

And what I just said was a multisyllabic

Still didn't get it?

Hit the SAP button

Cause the message never fails and spreads more than a lame video on WhatsApp

It's the zap

And nobody can topple me

It's my escape valve and I roll over like a tank

With funk, samba de roda

Even Tupac rose from the grave and said this kid is

All for rap, like

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

I never took semancol

My medicine is

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