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Shan VdP: Sitting in a room with six experts and five
elephants/ All with eyes fixed on a life size skeleton/
Enveloping the clock by minutes,
while developing a plot for the cynic-eyed critic/
Why sit watch mimic? Try to think of sly gimmicks/
I donââ'¬â"¢t think outside the box,
I was never in it/ Wh-Wh-Wh-Whatch,
as I minimize critics when I finish my shit and put
a lid up on a bitch like that
Tu Vais Por Carai
No vais comigo pra minga porta

A qui non vais e nom importa no mais
Derek D: Big dick swingin/ run around with little riches,
lip sync - livin up to glitz/ Iââ'¬â"¢m thinking of
the hits Iââ'¬â"¢ve heard,
absurd, tooth-smash off the curb,
ears ringingââ'¬Â¦ why the fuck are you singing?
/ Pass the herb, Iââ'¬â"¢ll pass on disturbances,
plastic words that fascinate herds of kids/
Massacres that happen when the crash occurs,
distracted by that whole calibre of trash, it hurts