Eles Falam de Deus (part. Godines, Pateta C43, Makalé, Melk e Genera)

They Talk About God (feat. Godines, Pateta C43, Makalé, Melk and Genera)

Salute, salute Nocivo Shomon
Salute Genera, Poor Crazy Family
Makalé, Melk Zedek, Pateta Code 43
Thanks Godines Conscious Attitude
Here it comes, come... 2021

They talk about God
And behind the scenes of this rough life they lead
They are the first ones who got lost
Always criticizing their brother's hustle
And never remembering to do their own
Forgot, didn't thank, got sick
Only on the brink of death do they talk about God
They talk about God, they talk about God

The dose makes the poison that addicts
On the corner there's AK, readiness, thirty-round clip
Tell me who needs a brother who hands you over to Nero
Didn't have it for the sandal but found a nail for the cross

If it wasn't for rap, I would have taken my own life
Many anteaters want to see my end, get in line
I rhyme what I rhyme without making up to succeed
Without embellishing, the goal is not to be an object

You're in their area, they want the police to arrest you
There are those who insist on not seeing even if you remove the blindfold
The human being doesn't make a mistake that makes them learn
I'm not Jesus either to love those who hate black people

Yeah, my Mano Fler, I have to thank you
For the trust and know that I came to make it count
There's always one more to solve
I needed where are my buddies?
Were they there when the money ran out?
Proceed, the favela is not a soufflé
For you to see, hand out flyers to have something to eat
At the tap there's flour, crack, MD pills, eager to debate

From the top to the mud, in swarms of locusts
And there in the dungeon, the old Master Yoda bumped into
The longing hits, alone behind bars
For those who suffered too much, cheap liquor is like antiseptic

Only God has the power to take life
But there are some who are already late
Others who won't live half
Value the family that truly loves you
Before it's too late

And they talk about God
Enlightened by 500 thousand dead
They talk about God
My eyes can't handle counting bodies anymore

It's my brother Makalé
The troop is stacked, it's just a tripod
From the youngest to your José
Many have made the cops back off
Who survived is a celebrity even in the PCE

Brother faith, Brother Fler a trail of blood
The second hand caused a loss at Santander
On the street or in jail, whoever wants a spoon-feeding
Go hug a woman who's like Chico Xavier

Leg for those who have it, Ana Hickman
Soaped up to a thousand and one, paid off or financed
Taking a spin, without taking the spin the world spins
You're turned, right Jiraya and owe interest on booze

Today patience is the key, pix
Backflix, Cronik, even big kicks
All for one and one for all
Walk crystal clear water from the mine and the well

Saltwater, washed, it's in the groove
Graves dug by uniforms
A caged bird doesn't sing, it laments
Couldn't stand living on a low income

Turpentine, Halls candy, holy water
Birds don't drink
I'll give a vodka bath in rap
We meet looking for
Those who got lost, and they

And they talk about God
And behind the scenes of this rough life they lead
They are the first ones who got lost
Always criticizing their brother's hustle
And never remembering to do their own
Forgot, didn't thank, got sick
Only on the brink of death do they talk about God
They talk about God, they talk about God

When the twelve-gauge shotgun explodes in your face
Makes cry those who wanted you to come back
Then you'll realize that crime isn't Mizuno
It's not a Nike piece, it's not silver on the wrist

Want to be a bandit and only kill the high
The enemy is in an Audi, with a cooled .38
Crime lives in the soul of the Londrinense
Where the blood in the eye reflects the bullets in the clip

Remember Christ there in court
The hammer's bang overshadows our existence
It's no use raising the window at the Gleba signal
The gang is stealthy, wants more than just trouble

Welcome to Brazil
Around here crime scene
Where the poor go hungry
And still say it's a diet

043
Surfing on the Tsunami I'm overcoming traumas
The beat hits the mind, the message touches the soul
The rhyme explodes in the mouth but the theme is loyalty
It's the right thing for the right thing, health and prosperity

Who invades the city are the crazy ones without a CPF
In summary of the ideas respect is for those who deserve it
We recognize those who act with transparency
Who values the essence regardless of belief

Our experience has wounds that haven't healed
The atrocities left a mark
It's a drunken father and an abused daughter
A mother with five children, sadly abandoned

The blood on the sidewalk was a step towards failure
The homage is just a name, tattooed on the arm
On the road of life many brothers got lost
Delilah betrayed Samson, and Judas corrupted

And they talk about God
And behind the scenes of this rough life they lead
They are the first ones who got lost
Always criticizing their brother's hustle
And never remembering to do their own
Forgot, didn't thank, got sick
Only on the brink of death do they talk about God
They talk about God

But they never talked to me about God
When I was in the pit
When I was in the dungeon
With the bloodiest bandits
Not even when I had the powder corner
That made a run from the scale
In Umuarama or there in Foz do Iguaçu

Only by faith did I rise up small
Before the Creator who made me great and strengthened me
A bunch of traitor Judases, not worthy of love
Deserve to fall after the drum spins

For those born here, it's a hot dish
Or the only way out, a nine with fifteen in the clip
Being a resident, delinquent, tough, criminal
Here the poor want a job, not Emergency Aid

Who carries the parafal, moves the little shops
Cuts the CBR's spin, just with a ninja hood
It was the little black guy from the hood without education
It's the aunt's son who tomorrow or the day after will be in mourning

The Patys see me at the action station and are enchanted
With a Glock on my waist, 10 thousand in my pocket is nothing
The snitches squeal, tear their ass, come say we're wrong
Not everyone is one of us, we are the voice of the favela

Of the armed strong brothers who defend their space
If the cops show up, spit lead, fly steel
My rap offends the media, never betrayed the brothers
Alive we are feared whether on the street or in prison

Hey brother, catch the vision, it's in the purity then sustain it
We're all favelados, fugitives from the system
Who carries the R15s, the FN's speak
The big caliber thick beak only tracer rifle speaks

Cutting the margins giving escape to the cops
Pulling the monster in style in the bandola an Uzi, Zé
The cons go back, only black belt cousin
Together we are stronger inside and out thief

And they talk about God
And behind the scenes of this rough life they lead
They are the first ones who got lost
Always criticizing their brother's hustle
And never remembering to do their own
Forgot, didn't thank, got sick
Only on the brink of death do they talk about God
They talk about God