Sopra Lobo Mau

Above the Bad Wolf

The mind is the world, the world is the mind
The spirit and the soul without form, but it's us
There's the working guerrilla, peace in a flag
The hot-headed kids already closing their trenches
Release the kite and warn it's the family
Suffering people in the romances of life
The slums, crowded bars, busy streets
Beautiful but cursed people unjustly
Seeing the system in an unequal movie
From law to the marginal, from power to the fallen rifle
Singing like a siren, crying like the sea
Calling the plane from Pakistan the HK
Ha! Who knows the ghetto knows what I'm talking about
Who knows life knows what I'm singing
And day by day teaches us a thousand things
And in the debate pure calm, not shouting

Blow, bad wolf
Sing, tin mouth
Here at the foot of the hill, it's us
Blow...
Can sing
Here at the foot of the hill, it's us

I have my concept in the progress of the hood
Only hot-headed ones stick together on the road
Who's loyal in the shirts is with the firm
Demis Black Realist is on the track
Closing on the hill, in the lowlands, in the general
Closing together the progress of a thousand degrees
Everyone together pulling this gang
But be aware hot-headed ones don't hide

Blow, bad wolf
Sing, tin mouth
Here at the foot of the hill, it's us
Blow...
Can sing
E-D-I- R-O-C-K

It's us, I'll call the foot of the hill to sing
Let's go, you can know that Brazil will listen
In the hood the quilombo, in the corners the rubble
In the hoe, in the fright, in the bandit in the abandonment
Stereo and mono, the tune is always the same
In the alley, in the favela wherever
The way to dress, to walk, to talk
To think, to act, to reach the look
Invading your streets, your home and your mind
Arriving with the family Edi Rock and his people
Freedom equality and respect
For your white son, for your black son
Living in the ghetto, it's for you that I speak
We are the same without difference, of course
It cost me a lot, what I learned
We have to win and be black wherever we go
You can arrive, tough guy, with a beret and a silver chain
Here at the foot of the hill is where the rat comes and kills
It ambushes you and catches you, if you have money
A bingo, a mouth, crazy life in a brothel
We are Brazilian rap, we are black, we are Afro
They want me to be silent but I speak and vent
I speak to the kids, as if they were my own
Don't leave school because you'll lose your shine

Blow, bad wolf
Sing, tin mouth
Here at the foot of the hill, it's us
Blow...
Can sing
Here at the foot of the hill, it's us