Heresia

Heresy, CEIA
DV, GE

It's the east side of the map, shot to hell, bullet to hell
They killed one more, damn, this ham is not to eat
Who heard the story is also in history
There are several versions of the story
Why get involved?
And they run like Paul Walker
That's why they die like Paul Walker
And they're not the same when they meet Johnnie Walker
And there are the police stalkers
They surrender to them
And they wouldn't surrender even if it was for them
Death sharpens the scythe and turns the crank
They run like grease on their heels
Skin of Mandela, maybe it's the hot weather
Because they're like beachfront
Potion like, none will heal
It's not magic, it's a curse
More than a hundred are
No diss, but willingness
They're like futile, nothing deep in the eye
And that sparkle you took away
To spread the poison, useful
Each finger on the trigger, you shot
Where we come from doesn't compete for the best flow
But for the best aim
Most backfire, jhow
And even those who shouldn't pay
The kids don't have Christmas, it's like Grinch
If the kids get involved and all, it's like Clinch
Like in Clint Eastwood, we make the law
Here we are the law

Getting the vision
To pass on the vision
I am the face of the game
Who's against is commanded
They shall not pass
Getting the vision
To pass on the vision
Don't provoke me, I am the fire
Don't provoke me or the allies will shoot

The party is crazy, lots of butts to lose yourself
The mouth is crazy, lots of drugs to sell
The cops are crazy, everyone wants to arrest you
School was never crazy, that's why I didn't want to learn
15 years old wanting to get involved
15 years old, covering up, wanting to mess up
But your dad picking up trash, damn, that's messed up
Boy hand over the car keys, no problem, it's the Cruiser
The same chairs, same butts
Same jokes, the same kids
Different prisons, same prisoners
Same people, same lack of hope
For now the bullet sings, Arms Rap
In the suggestion the ditch fills up, Souls Rap
While they are drama queens, queens live the drama
From Rocinha to Queens they have already overcome the drama
Maybe creation, maybe creation action
Maybe lack of action, your men are crap
We are a drugstore that doesn't pay taxes
We are the bloodstain and sweat on the face
We are your problem, your solution
Or else imagine yourselves without us
We are a volcano, eruption
Your weapons created your own enemy
Your own killer