DEUS E O DIABO NA TERRA DO SOL (feat. Filipe Ret)

[Djonga]
It's that they are afraid of the new
The flame that lights the lighthouse
We will be God and the devil in the land of the Sun
In the land of the Sun, free in the land of the Sun
Girl, don't fear the new
Let me mess up your sheets
We will be God and the Devil in the land of the Sun
In the land of the Sun, free in the land of the Sun

I keep innovating
Artist revelation every year
Every time I open my mouth I make history
They don't pay for the show, but for what I represent
Do you understand me, man?
I dispense fame, likes, and what comes with the power of the mic
Relationships as sincere as Mickey's existence
Now girls come to me, like Miley
Who used to be disgusted, I dribble like Piquet, I'm on the ball
The Brazil I want is the coconut Brazil
Beach, ganja, and a well family, a bum's dream
They say I only talk about the same things
It's proof that nothing has changed, neither me, nor the world
My mind is indecipherable, works in currency and figures
Maybe a Sinatra, hallucinated by what freedom offers
Bars imprison men, not ideas
And the right idea, boss, even in ruins flourishes
It was then that I made Minas stop being the land of cheese bread
And become Djonga's land, as tasty as
Feel it, but differentiate ego from vanity
Or die taking it up the ass and idolizing your own dick
In this scene everyone is a criminal
But almost no one has touched a gun
From fanbase those who pay on the net
Want to be Tekashi, but never did a sixty-nine
To this day these guys talking about competition
But how, if we play in different divisions?
If Djonga rhymes, there's a recipient
Since you hide, yours don't even have a sender
We're covered in mud wondering how much it's worth
The black people in this audience, I tell you I saw few
Villain, fucked up, since meritocracy for the poor
Is only if the phrase is: He died because he deserved it!

Yeah, girl, don't fear the new
I want to be your anti-hero
Let's buy a house in the rich area
In the rich area, free in the rich area

I will be reborn Canudos
Rival armies will bow down
When they want new ideas, they look for me
So call me Antônio Conselheiro
I walk straight, not in the curve, man
He died dreaming he was playing soccer
But in real life he threw grenades
Forward of a team where everyone is amateur, dirt floor
And not even a professional goes to the grass court
She said I'm the greatest man in the world
But what kills me is so small, look at the size of a bullet
It's not about what you receive, but what you give back
It's no use inspiring life if you exhale a grave

It's that they are afraid of the new
The flame that lights the lighthouse
We will be God and the devil in the land of the Sun
In the land of the Sun, free in the land of the Sun
Girl, don't fear the new
Let me mess up your sheets
We will be God and the Devil in the land of the Sun
In the land of the Sun, free in the land of the Sun

[Filipe Ret]
Enigmatic flying object indecipherable tying knots in the ear
UFO vibe, oh Lili, lower the holy black to contribute
I'm the good hustler you can listen to
My source is transparent
It's jazz, Coltrane, it doesn't tremble, it's the bullet train like a frame
Fast and incredulous, that's my vibe
I walk practical and technical, like Tite
Smoking, smoking a joint to kill boredom
I came back saintly and energetic, like Felipe Flow
Jazz from rap to funk anywhere, check later kill
We live strong, otherwise the bad hits
She's fucking hot and our fuck is great
Real and bizarre note, I am the art itself
The mind lies, don't be the mind (use the mind)
Use the mind, use, just Uzi
AK Filipe Ret, barrage parapapapapapa
To go with the nails I came with a file
Free utopian literature, a libertine of Sade
Listening to Shade, cigarette with matte
More suicide bombers are born when the police invade
While her ass reflects my ambition (my ambition)
The favela is the backcountry, Catete is the backcountry
The world is the backcountry, it's all right
Imaginary communism in a real capitalism
General schizophrenia in a crazy math
Forget any political, theoretical spectrum
Because, honestly, in practice the theory is different, damn
I make it look easy, because I am the first devil long before Bacchus
Clenched fists so as not to saw the wrist, man
I distribute a collective instinct, loose in space
It's not Eduardo and Monica, it's Brumadinho and Mariana in the mud
Indecency for money
Where those who think get beaten
Fuck the Captain and the General (fuck!)
Love is the highest degree of human intelligence