[Verse]:
Earlier today, y'all won't believe what I saw,
Man dressed in all black, and he was looking real tall,
Think he slenderman or some shit,
Limping like he took a shit,
This real life, no S N L bit,
Turns out he was looking through trash lids,
for packages, and scraps and salvages,
walking around like he on some savage shit,
but we all know he just some average bitch,
too broke to buy his own stuff,
dressed like the reaper but this pussy ain't tough,
skinny motherfucker, why don't you steal some lunch,
to be a porch pirate you're fucking life must be rough,
don't ever come to my street again you stupid dick,
in someones yard you're less valuable than a branch or a stick,
you think that you're cool? 2021 devious lick?
you gonna go to jail that's your treat, not your trick,
you are a DUMBASS, and we're gonna pull up on you,
being a weirdo creep is all that you'll ever do,
you got noting to your name besides felonies and charges, prison time and barges, 
enlarged, but only vertically,
if you turn to the side you'll look just like flat stanley,
what makes you think you have the right to steal? 
i hope you trip and fall on a banana peal.
limping like a bitch, what you got fucked or something?
You the one getting fucked cause we all know you got nothing,
You're like a fish in the toilet, im flushing,
like jacke chan in this bitch cause im rushing

[chorus]:
Walk away with your little limp,
we all know you packing shrimp,
youll burn like the hindenberg, in a blimp,
on the way out, better pray you dont trip,
We are gonna steal your shoes,
And then we'll take your underoos,
We'll make you listen to rhythm and blues,
and then we'll make you learn the flute

PORCH PIRATE

MTG - FBLAND

tracklist:
Sobre o Infinito e Outras Coisas Mais - Cruz

Por Que, Meu Deus? - Rodrigo Ogi

HYPE (Desabafo) - DJ Caique

Capítulo 4, Versículo 3 - Racionais MC's

Assaltos e Batidas - FBC

Mano na Porta do Bar - Racionais MC's

Rolê na Vila - RZO DJ Cia

Falsidade no Jogo - Sp Funk

Dinheiro - Edi Rock

CÊ TÁ ENGRUPIDO (VERSÃO D'LUXO) - Dexter

Munição - DJ KLJay

Falcão - MV Bill

Viajando na Balada - SNJ

Rap Du Bom, Pt. II - Rappin' Hood

Rap-Br set 1

Hoje é dia de BoomBap 4

Baile de Ladrão FBC e Vhoor Remix

Picture the most secret outfit in the country. Bet your brain just flashed the CIA, right? Maybe the NSA or those shiny-new Space Force uniforms. But what if the real ghost agency is one that—on paper—doesn’t even exist? A place whose daily grind is stuffing nightmares into numbered lockers and then pretending the lockers were never there. Stick with me. By the time we’re done, every concrete federal cube you pass on the commute is going to feel like it’s hiding a door that isn’t on the blueprints.

Why The Federal Bureau of Control Is More Real Than You Think | Saul's Place Podcast #285

FBC - EU SOU O CRIME (GRISELDA MASHUP)

Machup de Kenner (FBC) x Vai render (Letrux)

Vai de Kê?

WE BACK BOYS

lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Y'all already know who it is,
Big FBC,
In this game, since 20 23,
Harvesting crops, and fighting y'all favorites,
Inflating my ego, just like the Patriots,
I'm a patriarch, of the Farmer Family,
Strong enough to hold the plaques, they be handing me,
Handily, always ready to fight,
I took down a truck driver, showed him goodnight,
But we back now, and my meat has grown in size,
I sword fight with the bros, duel with the guys,
Using my penis as my weapon,  and i slash at their tendons,
And i won't make amends, The farm is my friend,
The animals are here, there's nothing to fear
Y'all may be wondering what happened to Carls Nation,
It got overthrown by the citizens, who claimed they were not being treated fairly,
They replaced me with a cable guy whos name is Larry

(Chorus)
Did you miss the farm?
I think it missed you too,
There's so much to see,
and so much to do,
Because Carl's back,
and he's on the attack,
And he will,
never.. leave.. again! (Until he does)

(Verse 2)
in the time since my last song, i caught my dad wearing his mothers thong,
old granny meemaw did not see this coming,
she thought he was bluffing, but now he is stuffing,
 his veiny meat into a bottle of melatonin,
in and out he stroked, man shit was flowing,
im cursed by all the things that fbc be knowing,
but it helps to win the battles, these fools im always owning,
take you back to lexington,
i'll send you back home, like you're a mexican,
i'll conquer your fucking country, yeah you know im annexing them, amend my constitution see whats next my friend,
Hey hey hey hey,
FBC everyday,
Never stop, always fast,,
All y'all wish you could kiss my ass,
Cause I'm a top top farmer,
top chart hopper,
Like i'm peter rabbit and you know i got the habit like,
Ay, whatcha talking bout?
Hunting for the sheep, im a wolf, you can't doubt,
I'm the big Carl,
The farmer boy, farmer man,
I never go in unprepared, i always have a fucking plan,
fbc, fbc, my enemies turn tragedy,
fbc, fbc, my name is filled with remedy,
fbc, fbc, i make you into eulogy,
fbc, fbc, yeah i'm fucking FBC,

(Chorus)
Did you miss the farm?
I think it missed you too,
There's so much to see,
and so much to do,
Because Carl's back,
and he's on the attack,
And he will,
never.. leave.. again! (Until he does)


The RETURN of the FBC

no limite do vento

Trem Descabelado

Pirayá

lyrics:

(verse 1):
I was born at a very young age,
From day 1, i never knew how to disengage,
Every single game, i play and I change,
The working class sees a hero when i take that stage,

little children run up to me,
they say "We love you FBC",
i say stay 6 feet away, i'm not trying to be the next diddy,
i'm tryna make some bucks, i sold my soul to disney,

(pre chorus)
y'all might call my laundering greed,
but to that I just say W Speed,
And listen kids, don't bite the hand that feeds,
so if you wanna be like me....

(Chorus)
You gotta go to your moms bag, and find her wallet,
Never let a soul know that you saw it,
Unpack the 50, and a couple of tens,
and then the very next day, do it over again,
Role model,  i'm a fuckin role model,
Role model, i'm the gold standard, role model,
Role model, i'm a fucking role model,
Do as I say, and you are gonna be okay!

(Verse 2):
All the youth, they wanna be their hero,
But these broke ass fucking bitches got their bank accounts at zero,
How do you expect me to associate with you,
You're wearing dirty offbrand shoes,

I'm coming to the conclusion my fans are just poor,
And i don't know if i can do this anymore,
Everytime i do a meet and greet,
the entire room smells like rotten fucking feet,

(pre chorus)
You guys might say that I am being kinda mean,
but to that I just say W Speed,
You little shit i said don't bite the hand that feeds,
But y'all still wanna be like me...

(Chorus)
You gotta go to your moms bag, and find her wallet,
Never let a soul know that you saw it,
Unpack the 50, and a couple of tens,
and then the very next day, do it over again,
Role model,  i'm a fuckin role model,
Role model, i'm the gold standard, role model,
Role model, i'm a fucking role model,
Do as I say, and you are gonna be okay!

(Bridge):
You say you want an introduction,
to this life,
But you don't listen to my instructions,
So goodbye,
You broke ass little boys,
You waste all your money on food and toys,
You cannot be me,
You'll never be as rich as the FBC,

(Chorus - slowed)
Role model, i'm a fucking role model...
Role model, i'm the gold standard, role model,
Role model, i'm a fucking role model,
Do as I say....

(Chorus)
You gotta go to your moms bag, and find her wallet,
Never let a soul know that you saw it,
Unpack the 50, and a couple of tens,
and then the very next day, do it over again,
Role model,  i'm a fuckin role model,
Role model, i'm the gold standard, role model,
Role model, i'm a fucking role model,
Do as I say, and you are gonna be okay!

ROLE MODEL

We have entered ACT 4...

FUCK YOU TIMOTHY

Lyrics:
(Verse 1):
Wake up, pass the salt and the pepper,
These bitches are dumb, you think that they'd know better,

Pop out, just like corn I be popping,
blowing bitches up, like Osama Bin Laden,
My towers are tilted like boys where we dropping,
On deck like a fish and you know I be flopping,
Hold up, 
I got gains, planes and trucks, (Better than your truck)
This ain't no lottery, there is no luck,
Slow down, I'm like damn what the fuck,
Are my words not enough, are my rhymes not enough
Big Ben, tell me when the clock strikes 10
We gonna drop a masterpiece, then do it again,
My friend, if you heard the words that I said,
then you might comprehend, 
that you better off dead, in the end,
I heard Timmy dropped his send,
His song is so ass I can't even pretend,
Why the fuck does he think he is good,
Can't understand but not misunderstood,
Talking bout caffeine, yeah I gotcha,
You getting no bitches and you drinking no matcha,
The only queen you ever heard of is drama,
We are gonna traffick your ass to Guatemala
To stop ya,
Like the Rock, cause my Bull is a Brahma,
I'm a revolutionary, call me Che Guevara

(Chorus)
We got slow ass motherfuckers, talking bout Godspeed
Your brain has low bitrate, and no FPS, you on the wrong speed,
You like a television with a broken wire, the wrong feed,
When your parents conceived you, I think they planted the wrong seed

(Verse 2)
Now stop, let's look a little deeper,
Yo lyrics be making you sound like a creeper,
You are a nightmare and I am a dreamer,
I'll leave bloodstains on yo ass, have to call a dry cleaner,
Ain't no one asking TDT what is next,
Your song got 0 listens the last time I checked,
I'm going for the kill, yeah I'm going for your neck,
Your existence is a violation, a foul, yeah tech,
"No harvest, just hunger" cause you're a fat fucking pig,
"You bark, I thunder", bitch you really fucking big,
Reading your lyrics makes me feel really sick,
If I look in yo head, theres no brain, just brick,
Wait a minute Pass the motherfucking ketchup,
TDT coming back, like he wanna catch up,
The only thing you do when you drop is just mess up,
Admit you are my bitch, no point, just fess up,
And bless up, bless up to the FBC,
I hope yo therapist says "You should just kill yourself, Timothy"
I'm an original, you are just typical,
I'm dishing your death out in monthly residuals,
Get the bigger picture and gimmie the visuals,
Erasing your prescence, deleting your digitals

(Bridge)
Oh, ho-ho you don't know,
Best look out, you're too slow,
Oh, ho-ho, thats my flow,
Oh, ho-ho thats my show
If it were up to me,
Mr Timothy, where would you be?
Well...

(Verse 3):
You'd be flipping and giving and dining,putting burgers on the grill, line you up for the kill, cause im everything, everywhere, at the same time, theres more thoughts in my rhymes than in your whole lifetime, you're nothing, you're phony, i'm a horse, you're a pony, we used to be chill but now you ain't my homie, you don't know me, you're a fan looking up, acting like you matter, boy you not fucking tough, im your owner, your a dog, your a peasant, im a God, I make art, you just make songs, the day you started posting is the day the world went wrong

(Chorus)
We got slow ass motherfuckers, talking bout Godspeed
Your brain has low bitrate, and no FPS, you on the wrong speed,
You like a television with a broken wire, the wrong feed,
When your parents conceived you, I think they planted the wrong seed


YOU'RE TOO SLOW!

Cabana Terminal - FBC, Ovelh4 (REMIX)

KASINO & Sabrina Carpenter - Can't Taste Over (Gael Mashup)

Tired of the styles already known in the scene and repeated at all events and also local artists, BRVGV went looking for a new musical style to adopt in its curriculum, something strong, striking and an identity that added value to its own.

DJ BOA-MORTE

Antigo Perfil/Old Profile: Komondor
Cedro Beats
leonardokwinter98@gmail.com


Boa Morte = Good death

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