I'm back with a vengeance Little soldier better get your boulder ready when I rock, not pebbles Better stand at attention, full focus, hocus pocus when I wrote this Third eye type vision like some magical lenses 3D on the TV, see me leaping out, got these demons out Raw bleeding mouth with a hit list written, about to be announced They say, "keep it south, keep it south" They say, "who's this? What is he about?" Well I was built in Brazil, want to see the house That I was brought up in with no heating dial? Today living in the mountains, I'm freezing now Getting sick from this shit, man I'm sneezing now Blast this music so freaking loud That Hellen Keller's yelling just to keep it down Well I'm sorry, the show doesn't have closed captions Just an asshole rapping his half-wrote tragics Bashful tactics with Breve on the beats and I think that by now, he's had it Damn it, it's opening night, people already hoping to fight Always happens when I'm holding the mic Well calm down, it'll be over and right But for now, just enjoy the sounds of Bravo!!, showing the hype

Clickity clack the microphone when I wreck beats Just X's all on my check sheets I'm well-qualified and immortal like the technique Name is the son of Messi, stay being unappreciated inside the game Coach, I'll score if you just let me play Balling like the NBA, rhyme is life everyday I don't need luck, flip Lincoln down on a penny face Stop that, I got my top hat, pioneer Been doing this for fourscore and nineteen years Since I was born, leaving the vaginals torn Breaking rappers' spinal cords since I was old enough to write a story Y'all are nothing but some geckos to a dinosaur So carry on to Kansas and oh, don't you cry no more Cus I'm not here to wipe tears I'm getting buzz beyond infinity and shooting for the lightyears I'm Meta Knight and you're Ganondorf, we're not the same type tier You lose easy like Luigi, this my year I'm spitting in your eye Your kidding with your writtens, feeling killings on my sides I'll chop your wings off if you're thinking that you're fly Got my thumb on my nose and my fingers towards the sky like Pbbblttt Second verse, sophomore, begging for an encore Flying like the concords, you can stamp my passport Top four, got lines that you cannot snort Coke flow, in the crowd you can spot Rob Ford Fret not, I got plenty to eat With Breve beats in the cupboard stuffed, ready for weeks Badly want to break records like a chemist RV Check the Method man lessons, same level as he I want to get to No cheat codes inside my issue One in the chamber, can't reload my pistol Click clack kapow, I lift rappers' brows I'm Gar Logan, Mike, who's the Mix Master now? Some ish can't allow, so all is said jokingly Shock value loud and dissing so people notice Kick Charlie Day in the ovaries on that sunny show on TV It's R-A-P, acronym for rage and poetry I'm spitting in your eye Your kidding with your writtens, feeling killings on my sides I'll chop your wings off if you're thinking that you're fly Got my thumb on my nose and my fingers towards the sky like Pbbblttt I'm the c-stick reject, flowing like water, you're seasick, Jesus Noah all over this thesis, please, I am the CEO of Reese's Pieces rap So G relax, I'll beat your ass with Caesar sash and keep his stash I'm Roman, keep it moving like a Madagascar lemur dance Peep the stance, kibadachiing horse, of course his steez is capped Rest in peace the man, beats in hand, reaper's lance I was born in 1947, really I am 66, that's why I'm such a bitter prick Still my spits are sick as shih tzus eating chocolates, dog Tell the wolf to knock it off Told DOOM and Haley, but they had to set the rocket off Give a beer to an odd todd, the product raw is Thiag dropping flow bombs like a molotov Comma, pause, let catch a breath Proceed beating a dead horse like Left 4 Dead I rode it all over this town, kid, every inch And left behind a picture of my gents on an Etch-a-Sketch, bitch I'm spitting in your eye Your kidding with your writtens, feeling killings on my sides I'll chop your wings off if you're thinking that you're fly Got my thumb on my nose and my fingers towards the sky like Pbbblttt

[Thiago] Hello bitches, it is Mr. Next-to-be-Best, Mr. F-Your-BS Mr. So-High-Above-Gotta-Stretch-Your-Neck-To-See-Us Mr. Legend Fetus, baby Jesus even Supple with supper, the last is the last, eating fast, seeing double, Nintendo DS Mr. Wreck-Your-Prius with my monster cart Magic like a hog with warts, Voldemort stalking after dark In the forbidden forest, enormous forces when I bump beats Cerberus murdering clones, I am my own, fuck Fluffy I'm flipendoing, enduring all this endoing My friends ascendoing while I dismember what this pen'll bring December till the end of spring, I'm sicker than a menacing rebel Relish on your appendix while it assembles Tab tubular, most mono dude up in the universe Only record in stereo tearing the train to Jupiter Excuse me sir, not too concerned with losers and your crew of turds So do disperse, I'm Lucifer, so horny with the Google search Yo dude, you're just so rude How can I be rude when I play a game with no rules? Old school, saving Toadstool on some toadstools And if you don't get it, then bitch you're not supposed to [MC Shere Khan] They call me mister poster brutal Supervillan Oodles of truth be spilling Consuming rappers like toaster strudels with fruity filling Like Koopa Troopas feuding with anthropomorphic plumbers producing rules and tunes that newcomers would forfeit under My rhymes’ll decimate ya My lines’ll bless the nation I’ll fight these rappers - no items on final destination They told me break a leg, I came back with broken femurs My haters can choke on penis and blow me like ocarinas My weiners the damn length of the distance from pluto to venus Thickness like a wrist is, now witness this like I wrote subpoenas Must be genius, I swear my sickness has got no signs or symptoms but rhymes and wisdom while systems of mine devise an income I just desire a kingdom, have some women roll through, all nude, let their titties hang like linen clothes do Yo dude, you’re just so rude, how can I be rude when I play a game with no rules Old school, savin’ toad school on some toad schools and if you don’t get it, then bitch- you ain't supposed to [Thiago] Howdy, neighbor, be a good one like Kyle Mooney Styles grooving, miles moving ahead of these clowns boozing Blouse losing bitches get with us whenever sounds oozing Out your megawatt, never caught like Sega hodge, not snoozing Sonic collecting the rings with impeccable speed, it's a spectacle to see Like ain't no egghead messing with me, crack yolk, cook omelet, cheddar for cheese I'm a veteran see though I've been overseas, I'm KING over all Americas seized No Elsa but I'm making them freeze like a parapleg, please tell the police Yeah, yeah, call 911, motherfucker I'm just trying to find some fun Get a nice young fun with some tight bun buns and go jackrabbit all night Cum cum come on homie, what's wrong homie? Side to side, wide, when I swipe your broad homie And I'm just joking but they like, Yo dude, you're just so rude How can I be rude when I play a game with no rules? Old school, saving Toadstool on some toadstools If you don't get it, then beyotch you're not supposed toooooooo

Am I evil if I leave Jesus out the acknowledgments? Can I not cross the Red Sea without parting it? Like what is my part in this? Sinning and ask you to pardon it? Wake up the next day, make the same mistake, I found it foul like Artemis Using it as an excuse to be stupa I see these snakes set in stone, stare from Medusa Divine justifies all the lies like the Ku Klux In God's name, we slay in vain spilling blue blood And yes, the red and white You see, the darkness is never truly set in light They're set apart from, as we pursue a better life A bloodsucker, a vamp looking for necks to bite I'm next to dice, not knowing what my roll is for I'm riding the rodeo, going toe to toe with the bull of moral codes Hope my aura glows back to life like it's Soul II Soul Filling up my 46 chromosomes And still I pray, but to who? I don't know Do not stay where you want to go I keep calling God, but he's not responding, what's the number to dial in? Or give me his @ name or I'll post on his wall And leave emojis all frowning with a pound symbol like #thisisbullthatyouareneveraroundanymore Not since Rosa died, that's when the hope inside subsided My great-grandmother looking over my life Still haven't read that Bible she gave me And the spirit inside of me has been idle and shady Should I pass Jesus the wheel? Because I'm driving me crazy On the highway to hell, head on fire like Hades She always said the only way was the way of Lord But since her Noah's Ark sunk, I wasn't taken aboard So now I wait at the shore, stranded on an island With nobody, far from radicals demanding that I try it Got no passion or desire to be categorized Try to define good and bad, don't be mad that I tried Just want to make the most of my life Amen

It got me all bent out of shape, I guess I can't figure it out I guess that I had been thinking that everything then would be different now But ain't shit changed, still play this game, lazy motherfucker always sit on the couch This life is but a bitch with a dick in her mouth and it sucks, when you bust she be spitting it out And I'm sorry for the explicity rouse, promised my brother I would filter it out But shit, the kid swears more than me, if fucks were an entree, he'd be dishing them out And goddammit, I had dealing with doubts, goddammit, pray? Is he listening now? These people tell me I should follow my dreams but the Sandman doesn't have a Twitter account And plus, I can't remember them anyway, hardly can remember my yesterday Drowning in morality debts to pay, finance too and I ain't make a cent today My girlfriend turned to an ex today, told me that her feelings began to fade After two years of fighting and tears, she left and I got only myself to blame Spend 23/7 drowning in self-pity then sleeping the rest away Slipping in my college classes, got to find a way to raise F's to A's Too lost in my thoughts to focus on lectures, it reflects in my tests and grades, no curves Can we pause? No words, please I just really need an extra day, just wait Because they've been asking me where I've been I've been gone and I can't pretend that I've taken care of this It's imperative I don't perish from all these sins More losses than the kid got wins, wings longer but no blowing winds So my pen can't go like guins, maybe I mistook them for fins But when I swim, I drown like Ben, a terrible fate that I wear on my face And it's scary to say that I've become a monster Spikes coming out of the hearts to teach me that everything costs you I'm lost, running out of my shillings Make the expression of making a killing, but fuck that, all I want is a healing See, my Achille's heel is lying about how I really feel And I'm just trying to seal the deal with devil We've gotten closer and I can't settle You first notice when you start paying less, get pissed off when your name is said This unloaded gun is aimless, it was pressed right against my temple I can't help you, can't even help myself No euphemism that I tell myself could protect myself from me Look deep in a swamp, it reflects my health Head-on collision and no belt could help Doctors said he would be dead by twelve And who's around? Shit no one else Shrug the shoulders, that's it, oh well, hell I'm done

[Thiago] Swinging in like Spider-Men, welcome to the lion's den Pride in my grind, but my mind's where it hides within I don't want the lights and them wooing like the sirens did My Odyssey is not for thee, it's me taking my vitamins I could win the world over if I won my mind Time to time I search the key, but there isn't one to find Because I already have it, just don't know how it functions The pin tumbler lock is all out of proportion, it's nothing Do you see what I mean? I feel like I'm older but spirits keep asking to see my ID And I'm only 19, but I'm feeling 90, winding down and wisey Remind me, what time are we in? Because I've been shocked by the culture Souza's not for this bogus, Moses opening oceans with a mask on But not a Zora, no Majora playing sad songs I've been dead, beginning and end of past dawns And you've been aiming for the title, man But you can't aim for a name to be an idol, man Make moves, don't remain idle, man Understand gotta stop thinking about yourself And you've been aiming for the title, man But you can't aim for a name to be an idol, man Make moves, don't remain idle, man Understand gotta start thinking how to help [Vince Ryouta] ???

*Alan Watts*

Yeah, it's like everywhere I go See the same people, but they playing different roles Didn't know this was a show, reality type Actually write my own script and I'm acting it right Left with triggers when I play games, ripping shit like Beyblades Never naysay my workload as long I'm getting my payday Text kk, double rainbow pot of gold What I owe, student loans, stay paying till we're old Get sold, that's why I'm saving up these nickels bro Charging up this green, Special Beam like I'm Piccolo Sicker than a six-year-old when he picks his nose Wipes it on your sister's clothes, not supposed to? Didn't know Now I'm grown, wiping shit stains on the mainstream Screaming fuck your culture, nah we ain't on the same team Eighteen years misplaced with peers Got sage ideas and it may seem weird I'll have you saying bravo! I'll still be here tomorrow And it may seem weird but it's just the way that I was brought up Started from the bottom (fuck Drake) yeah eu comecei de nada You can go ahead and thank me, been dying to say de nada Now proper Thiago's civic, I'm not talking about the Honda If you didn't know, my name's Thiago (that's me), I'm really quite the attention whore I like posting raps on my twitter and getting mentions for it Stegosaurus no spikes, facebook post with no likes But like, it's hard to write new stuff when it's said before My head is sore, whore, but still the show must go on Cus imagine, I might just vanish if I just happened to not have not wrote songs With this broke arm, where's my cane at, yo sonny where's my cane at? No, not the one they use to pull me off the stage, ack Breaking my legs with this tough crowd Better bust out the tricks that I have up my sleeve be all like what, now? No rabbits in my hat, but so much passion in the tracks That you could ride a train on it from Californ to Manhat and back I'll have you saying bravo! I'll still be here tomorrow So yeah, it's me and Breve, not the most amazing show But you've already paid the toll, so let me fucking play my role See I like roses, but I don't want no tomatoes thrown Sticks and stones breaking bones, but this ain't no Game of Thrones I'm Ty Lannister, Napoleon Complex but not some wry amateur Level up, high bannisters If you want a refund, complain to my manager Again, Thiago D. is the name for all slandering Sick of the Mac Mill comparisons And no, I'm not Earl but the sweatshirts, I'm wearing them Khakis for the pants and the Chucks yes of fucking course Don't listen to my tracks if your ass is wearing Chubby Shorts (yo what the fuck bro) Shit I just lost half of my audience An addiction to the dissing, off to rapper's anonymous But I have to be honest Abe, if not, they won't hear you So just enjoy the show or get shot at the theatre, pow

[Thiago] Just a little bit, just a little bit Let me know if you’re feeling it Know how my day goes like I’m Phineas I’m Gru about to take ov’ with my minions Still got the kid in him, but child, he ain’t kidding them Moleque, que chulé, his shoes ain’t fitting him So, stomp flows with his heels as soles Pedal metals so the wheels can roll up these hills with slopes Fresh air, known to heal the soul But nothing fresh there, down where we will go And even if there was, then how would the people know It’s like we’re in the Matrix and they delete the code Like is this 2 of O, am I breathing coal? Yeah you just keep on cutting down these trees for gold And I’ll be yelling at these kids when I’m weak and old Get off my lawn, and stop jumping through my sprinklers yo But I’ll get tired and just hop into my slippers mode Play outside, cus I don’t know how long we’ll get this for, no [SeanyCee] ??? [Scotty Bahama] We all lost in a hustle, Lost in a struggle Or caught between a job and a dream, Trying To juggle All These things that we utterly need Locked in a bubble Trying to get it out,hoping that Gets us out of trouble Lately I've been feeling the pressures of growing up Like you don't know enough Or maybe you ain't old enough Or kid you need to open up Shit I'm trying.. Cause on the real I'm just tired of stealing And feeling broke as fuck So I keep floating along In this thing you call life the only shit I like Invloves a mic...or pipe I just might grab a knife, Stab it in my esophagus Or walk up in your offices And take you all as hostages Cause really I want to know Is where the profits is So I be off my rocker With my hands all in your pockets, bitch So this goes out to all of y'all That's gone miss me, Tell michael, bob, or Whitney ask god to come get me

Mr. Firestarter, just assigned in office/ Iron horses pulling forces of the drying sources/ Mr. Trying Harder, shit I tried my hardest/ If I can't live a hero, fuck it, I'ma die a martyr/ Mr. Striving Artist, Mr. Diabolic/ Sold his soul to the unknown powers beyond this/ I'm lying, honest, I just signed my heart off/ To the bosses of the game and I lost my conscience/ Screaming suck my line of sausage rather often/ Magic Johnson kind of sick, you can't aid my shit, awesome/ With the constant fits, failure fuels my rocket ship/ I crash and crash but even the day I blast, I am not to quit/ Talking shit where the goblins is I will bomb your bridge, kamikaze shit/ That vomitspit got taught to me quick, barred off, now I'm locked up in it/ No matter what fucking topic it is, believe me I do not give a shit/ Too busy thinking of ways to be dominant, get off of this/ Mr. Always Passive, Mr. Call Me Back If/ You like my tracks, but now rap is a common practice/ Mr. Pompous Ass kiss, I want to stomp your ass, kid/ You on the internet spamming tracks of obnoxious wackness/ Mr. Thong and Asses, mr. Bong and hashes/ Mr. I Don't Give A Fuck In All My Songs and Adlibs/ Mr. Dropping Acid, Mr. Shlong is Massive/ Find some substance when you does this, you're talking to masses/ I can't imagine what would happen if I had that type of power/ Write for hours, send a message from radio towers/ All we have is that 2Chain bitch and that Riff Raff cracker/ Tyga, Future, Wiz Khaf yapping, fuck all of these bitchass rappers/ Hate this generation and the music that they listen to/ Attitudes they develop, ideologies that isn't you/ Influenced too easy by the media with different views/ Ask rappers for lyrics and a bio, question which is true/ Mr. Make A Difference, Mr. Take a mission/ Mr. I don't want be here so I'll fake a sickness/ I'm in the same position, Mr. Use Excuses/ Mr. Lone Wolf cause fuck having a crew, it's useless/ Mr. You can do it! Mr. Optimistic/ Mr. Stop and listen to me cus I'm dropping wisdom/ Mr. Rarely will you find me out doing shows/ Baby steps to Nirvana, in utero/ Mr. Nevermind, Mr. Just forget it/ Get up in it, critic, find that there's some wit within it/ Split decision gambling, rambling with the slick percentage/ Thicker sentence structure, just fucking up all your tricks and bizness/ Mr. Paragraph, mr. Larynx blast/ Mr. Scream so much that it is tearing bad/ And it's fair the fact I'm Mr. Talk Too Much/ I'll show these whisperers Mr. Walk without a crutch/

I get it done, yeah, something like a hit and run Don’t need a second chance man just give me one You kidding son, rappers sweeter than cinnabon Thiago’s been the bitter one since Freddie Mercy bit the um Dust I’m choking on, records with oldie songs Get on my level, Mewtwo amongst the Pokemon They obsess like Josh Peck when Oprah’s on Terror never rest, fucking best, call me Cobra Com Like what is going on? Don’t ask me, Marvin All I know is we starving to be on this I don’t smoke but why arrest for weed sparking? When in the streets at night is when we need guarding And I think that we shouldn’t feel defensive When these authority figures should mean protection Abusing their power to use their "legal weapons" And boom! you’ll be dead in a second, dead in a second Learn your lesson What’s the question? Check your exits Meds couldn’t help it, just another one gone Undervalue these lives and they wonder what’s wrong All probable cause so they busting, guns drawn You can’t checkmate a king with us pawns So get me to the other side, yeah, step by step Get me a queen or whatever’s fucking left I guess I’m running races, the hatred is neck to neck Wreck the set with the love, better check my tech Protect ya neck, they all looking like giraffesses Relying too much on the food within the grasses Books up in my tablets, transform my mind So I’m not cooped in a casket, before my time In a grave next to me is where they store my rhymes Like here lies the beast, he was one of a kind Watch me dumb down these lines, and still be more smarter Than these impostors of doctors on your roster I’ve evolved into monster

Look at Thiago, he's off though, it's awful, an odd fellow Yellow-green Brazilian not similar to Don Pedro But this my new groove, play it in your car mellow Broads bellow when he's balling, all-in when I call medals Bronze, silver, gold, it's all still unknown Cus I ain't never won shit, I even lost my bits of coal I'm simple folk, but not typical skipping stones I'm dumping boulders in this river, wishing they would go Not to rock bottom, I stop often, been before But that's life, ask Frank if he can sing it so Was so optimistic back when I was sixteen You know, when '95 dropped, a little guy with big dreams But dreams don't come true and I was young, too But I still play the part, just for pretend because it's fun to I'm not an actor as a rapper, this recurring role Is a personal vertical growth of my learning soul Look at Thiago, he's off though, it's awful, an odd fellow Yellow-blue Brazilian not similar to Don Pedro But this my new groove, play it in the park ghettos Where the g's are cooking s'mores, using brains for marshmallows The graham crackers, I'm damn mad at self Thinking negative thought regardless if it's bad for health Cus all these failed dreams and sixteens stack the shelf Be a hobo, rap for meals, yellow-bellied daffodils Fantasizing action stills, but I'm a still-life And I'ma steal lives when I kill mics, that's why I still write with such skill type I show real hype and appeal like it's all flash that you're hearing Try to flashback to clearings with no smoke interference See, the substances they used, they were only in the lyrics And yo FUCK your pair of shoes, I'll stomp on them when I see them And yo FUCK your parachute, I'll shoot at it when I see it And yo FUCK I'm turning blue, another breath, I can't breathe it

Dear girl who sits up in my comm class There's something on my mind, something that I gotta ask May catch you off guard, kind of weird to ask this But please, I need to focus, stop being so damn attractive I see you all around the campus And I don't even try to, it just sort of happens And lately you're the one that I'm blaming for these distractions You got me under spells, must be majoring in magic Well baby, I could be your wizard I'm drunk off this crush like I'm guzzling some liquor I'm wanting to get with her, don't even know her name yet The lamest of the games that I'm playing, can't say shit All these thoughts in my head, all these words not yet said I regret to regret, a reject or a yes All these thoughts in my brain, all these words I could say If I had it my way, I'd walk up and say hey I suck at chasing maiden tail, it's either get an A or fail And honestly, I'm sick of being beta male But every time I try it’s like my mind will just decay its cells And I just walk away after I say I hope your day is well, lame as hell I’m nervous, and I know that they can tell The way I stutter words, forget my as name as well, um it’s T then something else Where I’m from? Um, Brazil? Yeah, I guess it’s pretty chill But uh I gotta go, I'll catch you later, yeah, yeah, it’s been real Like what's the deal? Shit I guess I lost my game Because for past 2 years, I've been tied to the same dame Now I'm back out on the field, what position do I play? Do I tell them how I feel? Or be an asshole to get laid? All these thoughts in my head, all these words not yet said I regret to regret, a reject or a yes All these thoughts in my brain, all these words I could say If I had it my way, I'd walk up and say hey Tell em I really want to get with that, find a chick to kick it back with And just relax, fuck all of the knicks and knacks Give to you, you give some back, that's what they mean by tit for tat I'm just a young whippersnapper willing to lick a... Snatch the mic from em before he says something sick as that But back to the topic, honestly babe, I'm a different cat You look quite nice, so swipe right and we'll get to match Got smooth moves but only up on the tinder app Shit, my ex bitch, she was an actress And I could never trust her after she talked to her ex behind my back, slick Every sugar-coated line she said sounds like a damn script We broke up like a month ago, already got a man, prick I'm sick of antics, I want a lady who Enjoys asian food, and playing gamecube Realizes that relationships, they take two Girls are not princesses dudes should play a slave to Don't let her play you

I never believed in good things would come to those who wait But use it as an excuse when I would procrastinate Like why do now what you could do later? This is the mindset of a true couch potato Well, tell you what spud, you bout to become none Of the visions you had for yourself when you were young If you don't get up, get out, and get something An Outkast on his ass who can't function Nothing's been ventured, nothing's been gained Nothing's permanent, only constant thing is change Live in the now, the present is a gift The past has unwrapped, and the future has yet to exist So yes do persist, the best you can give 110%, no better time than now The hands on the clock are forever counting down So figure it out, don't ask when, ask how In whatever you want to do Gotta make moves, have a plan, see it through In whatever you want to be Just believe, we all have the key to succeed When right goes wrong and the light seems gone/ You wanna just stop but life goes on/ I just write my songs to cope with it/ Opening new doors, used be closed and it's/ Golden the chances we get, no man should regret/ The path he has stepped, it’s been cast in the script/ And this life is show, so act how you live/ I’ve been on my Bravo flow, clap for the kid/ Thank you, thanks, you’re far too kind/ Truth is, we all have our own star to shine/ Whether red carpet time or bars to rhyme/ We’re the future of the planet at the starting line/ And there’s nowhere to go, but forward/ We all make mistakes, but so what? Forward/ Gotta learn from it, and there’s so much for it/ Don't just ignore it, important to flourish, and know that/ In whatever you want to do Gotta make moves, have a plan, see it through In whatever you want to be Just believe, we all have the key to succeed So none for the money, and two for the show/ 6 for the running, 14 for the close/ 15 on the come up, resolutions we wrote/ In high definition, we envision our goals/ Got a mission? Then go, I can picture the pros/ Parts missing and broke, you can fix it your own/ The curtains close, welcome the new year/ You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here/ Stay weird, and stray from the norm/ Shit's free but I feel like I get paid to perform/ My pages been torn from the rage I was on/ Emotion like the rain and the storms it decays in the songs/ If you felt it, my job here is finished/ I know the goal of life is not clear to win it/ It's like a slipping car but you gotta steer with it/ Hear the lyrics and know I've been in the same boat/ Bravo!!