Zona de Perigo

[Jorge Amorim]
How many lent a hand, huh?
I can count them on my fingers
Ready for the mission, come
Kid, show up without fear

[Sequela]
I walk in the shadows and you can't see me
I think and don’t speak so you don’t have to understand
My weak spot that for you is a sweet spot
Stepping on others' toes is something that gives you pleasure
Fuck off, and try to take along
This weak rap of yours that can’t roll with death
Or listen in silence, so you don’t say what you shouldn’t
My Glock sings rap while my blood boils
And it’s a jab, right in the face of those who talk shit about me
A jab of lyrics for you, falls alone
While my demons are fighting for me
I sign contracts in blood so my rap won’t end
And alone I make all of you run
Rap is a seesaw and you’re the ones going down
Or you can choose the side you’ll run to
'Cause you’ll only get a taste when Sequela’s dead

[Frent]
The impotence is stamped
On the cigarette on the sidewalk
Catch the vision, buddy
In these alleys, there are traps
There’s shit on my boot
Sharpening the tip of the knife
While I sharpen my pen
I write the letter for my brothers
I’ll eat from the sweat on my face
I’ll live off the hustle that pulled me from the pit
Rap is the word that birthed the new book
First page now
What a mess, all over again
Spitting verses, a specialist in killing racists
My right hand is black
I still wear your shirts
I made a heart from guts
My flaws in correction
Varied times
In search of a million
Three days awake
I don’t sleep at night
The front line is coming
I run the third shift
I run so much at night
They call me nocturnal
Those who envy me say this shit is absurd
The ambition that sustains comfort
Attracts many who become fools in others' hands
This is the front spitting fire
Don’t come kiss my ass
You didn’t even say hi when I was at the bottom of the pit

[Jorge Amorim]
I couldn’t avoid fatigue
And who said I wasn’t ready for this fight
So don’t underestimate me
And for the haters, I’m 100 levels above

How many lent a hand, huh?
I can count them on my fingers
Ready for the mission, come
Kid, show up without fear

[Mazin]
I entered the danger zone
My demons with rifles in hand
Protecting themselves so none of them
My saint won’t find
The oracle had a vision
Showing my crown
A child would be given to her
My hardworking mom
Bills almost paid
School is a big responsibility
My child, be strong, life is
Just a jungle, go hunt the jaguars
From my pocket, I made an aquarium
No way, full of fish
In my right pocket
A stick that’s bent won’t straighten out
I heard
But one day I’ll straighten out
Daffy Duck with a shotgun shooting at Eufrazino
Uncle Scrooge, loaded with cash in hand
Makes me nostalgic
Rap, a bakery dream
You all dreaming of crumbs
While I’m stuffing myself with bread
I invaded Olympus, decided that the top
Is the minimum, I came to take Zeus’s throne
I made friends with death
You’re counting on luck
But today I bury her six feet
Under the sea

Expensive black, LeBron James beef
Entered my area
Fucked up, I bury you
Expensive black, LeBron James beef
Entered my area
Fucked up, I bury you

[Jorge Amorim]
How many lent a hand, huh?
I can count them on my fingers
Ready for the mission, come
Kid, show up without fear