Entre o Código da Espada e o Perfume da Rosa

Conquering a lot of stuff
Respect a lot
Envy a lot
Me and another bunch
Of annoying guys and girls who rhyme a lot
More enemies than friends
More problems than solutions
I'm getting more criminal every day
Or closer to the coffin every day
I'm getting more grounded every day
But if I'm in the right, I'm ready to fight
You're getting more emotional every day
I keep it cold like the night in the Sahara
Life is a horror movie
No director, no time to rehearse
I'm in a horror movie
Whoever has the remote, I'm asking for a pause
If you want message rap
I'll send you one of my raps by SMS
They want a massage, spa
Silence is the band-aid or it grows
Respect the law of silence or go down
I'm violent like Totti, I lay down in the rhymes like Messi
The wage of sin is death
And the payment of justice is prayer
My problems are in my head
It's hard to control those who don't think
Your problems keep growing
Because in my case at least some think
Your problems are yours, don't forget
So share them with that one who warms you up
Like her leg warms you up
Until she, with pity, forgets

From the top of the hill
God and the devil wear Prada
From the top of the hill
God and the devil smoke crack
From the top of the hill
God and the devil sell silver
From the top of the hill
Where the bullet dies, the bullet kills