Prenda-me Se For Capaz

[DJ Erik Skratch]
Freedom for all of us

[Xamã]
And I'm fucking stuck, never know where I'm going
On one side it was third, on the other side it was the command
I want a lawyer, damn it, and Ber keeps calling me
Who's the snitch? I'm gonna order to kill the snitch
I was in my room munching on my fandango
My girl saves a joint, with the blunt flavor of strawberry
While she kissed me, I heard the sirens of the cops
She said fuck, run away shooting if you cum
My dear motherland with rifles and Uzi pistols
Civilian vest told me to get into the Cruze
My mother saw from afar crying, kind of confused
How am I gonna explain that I'm the Yakuza's Indian?
Arriving in jail, I was just another rookie
I made 5 or 7 rhymes and I'm already the king of the piece
Money laundering at lunch, already split my pack
I'm at the bottom of the pit, my ex-wife left a hug
I left two years ago and the longing built a building
I don't have a degree but I have my privileges
It's a hassle to smoke medicinal weed
In the registration photo, I raised my middle finger

[DJ Erik Skratch]
And I'm caged (screaming fuck)
I need this criminal life
But I'm still in the race (screaming fuck)
I need this criminal life

[Ber]
6 days, 4 months, and 3 years left
Until I walk out the gate and see my Lily singing
The marks on this wall count the days of my sentence
In my mind that scene, me in handcuffs on Datena
I remember my mother crying, my girl's eyes
The police framing me and a kg of cocaine
I'm listening to Racionais, diary of a detainee
The headlines in the newspapers, September 7th
I shot the officers when I saw them fall inside
There were too many sirens, the smell of blood in the wind
There were 30 thousand reais hidden in the seat
Arrest me if you can, if you don't, I'll break you
I took a shot in the leg at the potato height
And another hits me, explodes my scapula
The civilian gave me a shove, so I fell face down
The little lady on the balcony with the camera on
They threw me in the dumpster with the soaked shirt
That lavender smell, that bloodstained blazer
A few minutes of torture on the way to the hospital
4 or 5 police cars to escort the criminal

[Xamã]
We are the system's nightmare (yo)
We are the system's nightmare (Cartel)
We are the system's nightmare
I used to be a crazy life, now it's just rap income

[Pelé]
At the peak called Al Qaeda, blonde beard was the alias
I lost several friends, every day I'm mourning
Bangu is hot as hell
Shitty food as hell
There are only 22 cigarettes for 70 bums
My son turned two, longing hits the chest
I wrote several raps but none came out right
Night of a drug dealer, I'm always in despair
Love, it's already May, I'll see you in February
Mom, if everything goes well with rap, I'll quit this
The problem is that the kids say I'm good for the job
Play my sound at the party, you can raise the beaks
Because it's weed and lots of girls for the friends

[Funkero]
Scalpel in hand, fearful look
Scream of pain as I start the dissection
Longitudinal cut in the abdomen
I observe your internal organs as your life fades
I'm a scientist, my research material is the human body
Open your rib cage to see your heart beating
Since I was a child, I've always been peculiar
Every animal I saw, I wanted to kill
Is there anything more beautiful than the face of pain?
Someone tied up while I staple their eyelids
Addicted to horror
Macabre fun, smashing your fingers with a hammer
At dawn, I laugh
Your eyes are so beautiful, I want to keep them
I'll tear them out, put them in formaldehyde in the fridge, in a jar
Over 200 cigarettes, several heads in the freezer
Modern version of Jack The Ripper, post photos on Twitter
Cannibal like Hannibal, but the head is held by digital police
I took a big loss, but now I'm gonna become a prison celebrity
Vrau

[Xamã]
We are the system's nightmare (yo)
We are the system's nightmare (Cartel)
We are the system's nightmare
I used to be a crazy life, now it's just rap income

[DJ Erik Skratch]
System's nightmare (no talk of jail or handcuffs)
System's nightmare (laughing in the face of danger)
System's nightmare (no talk of jail or handcuffs)
(of the kids in trouble)
System's nightmare is not afraid of death
Will you ever understand
That the system, man, charges you a lot