Respeito Pra Falar

And from the pity of the state came the approval
You can raise your voice, you represent us
My protection is a 7 in the Doberman's drum
Knock down Germans like a Taliban kid
We have fear but I've always been armed and it's not just today
You will know the evil of those who hide in the shadows
I'm not a seed, at some point I'll reach the end
But let the enemy's mother cry because mine will smile
Reflections of a wrong life I carry in the mirror today
Certain neighborhoods I can't hang out, the war is day and night
I don't like politicians, I'm not a fan of the police
I don't hang out with popcorn, I slip like Al-Qaeda
Convincing as always
In my usual words, you can raise your ideas, son
Your son wants to be like me
But his behavior and skin color are what set him apart from mine
My crew is like Pakistan, discipline all the time
There's respect to talk about prison and any situation
I put my neighborhood on the map, I represent Paraná
Peace, justice, and freedom from São Paulo to BH
I am a cry for freedom
For the real ones, I'm leaving a shout

It's the curse, it's the plague, it's the fever, it's the crime
It's the gang of hustlers who are number 10 on the team
I am a cry for freedom
For the real ones, I'm leaving a shout
It's the curse, it's the plague, it's the fever, it's the crime
It's the gang of hustlers who are number 10 on the team
We have experience to speak
Respect to sing about the crazy stuff and AK shots
Regardless of the hype, the voice of the inmate
Who dies from beatings in the penitentiary but doesn't snitch on his partner
Give Gatorade to the asshole from another gang
With a mouth full of foam in the gallery beach
To show that it was worth being baptized
It's not just about carrying a gun in the favela and having by your side
A bunch of chicks who will never take a bullet
Who lift their tail to smoke Skunk won't be in the wing
You have to shoot at the police
Show that it's not in vain to have a gun in hand, to be known as a terrorist
In the cell that fit 4, we were 12 bandits
Helinho from Vila Cândida, the late Clebinho
Things get rough and the fight begins

It's the moment you think if it's worth it, when the income ends and only the name remains
I am a cry for freedom
For the real ones, I'm leaving a shout
It's the curse, it's the plague, it's the fever, it's the crime
It's the gang of hustlers who are number 10 on the team
I am a cry for freedom
For the real ones, I'm leaving a shout
It's the curse, it's the plague, it's the fever, it's the crime
It's the gang of hustlers who are number 10 on the team