Deus Sabe

God Knows

Some demons, but I'm always dope
Some tried, but I always knew
Some thought it was luck
But showing weakness is not my forte

Nigga I'm in the north, but we play in the south
My tank is rarely full
Top 15, brother I'm in the pool
I'm already an alumni of a business school

So don't talk about this new school
Og like Zé Dú
Even when a guy can never
They always say I'm capable

I don't even understand
The lyrics only suffer racism, people already know by heart
This is not rap, it's praise
Canvas like I'm a painter

I have the citadel on the screen
I have your group on a leash
I have this game in my hands and I wrote all the lines like Pepetela

See how the kid kills the scene
See, this baggage is not small
See, every job is a volcano erupting, you're a mini candle

You almost hit, almost shone
Almost came, but in the end you crashed
Talk about money, even compare yourselves
But only with one song did you travel

Don't face my group, spending is not profit
I'll give a container to these crazy rappers
I'm a singer, I'm not a farmer

But one day I also intend to reap fruits
4th election and we're still here

While these rappers are losing accents
While I was in the studio working
You're arguing who's the best of the moment
I'll rest in one of my rooms

On the road in a car with only two seats
Turning against is more serious than the accent itself
They close doors and I enter, call me the wind

The Cartiers and the Loubies
Are not paid with money from performances
These rappers are conditioned
While we have the conditions

God knows where we came from
God knows where we're going
Towards the top with all my brothers
We came to ruin your plans

Some demons, but I'm one of the angels
Without children, I spend on grandchildren and saints
Martins' verse got rappers worried
They only sing well when they're quiet

People heard your mamo, said you're weak
Leave Angolan rap
But you don't want to listen to anyone
You seem like a love-struck fool

That nigga lied
Wi from night to day tried to take my way
But only one nigga annihilates, all these niggas in line
Trx is papas without daughters

Warn the whole family my nigga
My mother should live longer
My grandmother should see me more

Either dream little, or dream too much
I'm not satisfied with what satisfies you
Older ones inattentive, we receive the movement recording at home
Seeing how we grew up, that immense is nothing

And God knows where we came from, God knows how much I love my brothers
God knows where we came from, only God knows where we're going

I put the rap game in chaos
I put the rap game on pause
Trx, this is monopoly and your company lacks know-how
And I know how to kill an instrumental

If I were to die you'd see me on a pedestal
But a guy is already immortal
Milk for that baby like Ucal
Black suit, I go to the funeral of rappers I annihilate

Lots of mistakes, but a guy is calm
Because God is a father and knows, I'm a good son
I control this game like table football
I'm not from that league, I don't catch with those guys

Before 30 comes a million
Before 30 comes a child
Participation you know I humiliate
I spit demons like I made a pact
It's catching fire like I'm C4
I'm moving masses like Lava Jato
I make art, it's a fact, artifact
Man don't hide, come out of the closet

Ermenegildo Zegna in my suit
Hyperactive, my flow is boring
Ingrates eat, then spit on the plate

God knows where we came from
God knows where we're going
Towards the top with all my brothers
We came to ruin your plans