A Divina Comédia (feat. Zeus MC, Gigante No Mic e Nocivo Shomon)

[Zeus MC]
Damn, Léo
They say I'm Predella's younger brother
Never heard of Nega Bula, out of the loop
They must be high on goodnight, Cinderella
Me, Zeus, you're all lightning thieves
Percy Jackson, song with me
Many question the fact that I'm an MC
Rasta in the fire, Babylon
Master only Hokage, I'm an apprentice of ceremony
Ragga really tough, people got kinda mad
I'm the triad of diss, for me, it wasn't well paid
What's missing on your plate, fool?
Don't flatten in the contract, we're basement rats, huh
Maturity in the face, come on, get ready, the guys are the crime
Taking the scene, from the south, blazing on the game map
Psychopath killer, selling ideas to put on display
Call in the plot, boy, divine in Ragga, and reggae
Oh, oh

[Gigante No Mic]
It's been a while since I lost all certainty
She asked for a kiss, I yielded to kindness
This generated more kindness
Axiom of a prophet no longer in the dam
I've felt chained in currents
I rolled up my sleeves and laid my cards on the table
Living life lightly
Because life is beautiful, but not everything is a beauty

There are those who are politically correct
While I smoke one that alters the mind
There are those who are dishonest and crucify the beings
Who purify the believers don't encode us
Hey, man, my life is a Woodstock
I've sold out the green even from my stock tip
I won't pay, I'm carrying a Glock
If I kick you with my Reebok, you'll be towed
I want to stab those who only make mistakes
Crying is gone, doesn't mean it's a lambada
It's not worth being a master talking about Bambaataa
If it's only in the recording that you're better than those in suits

I confront those who only talk behind my back
If I charge, I'll cover you with punches and spend you, just the way the devil likes
Life is a game and slowly God has already made the bets
Will you fold or run? Knowing that He already knows the answer
Knowing that He already knows the answer, I answer myself
Fuck the idols, I'll be Nietzsche
Don't even try to give an opinion on what I'm composing

[Nocivo Shomon]
Is this how rap should be?
Milk with pear pretending to be a gangster
Ask mom, ask dad to spend
And even if you pay, the favela won't respect

Is this how rap should be?
Milk with pear pretending to be a gangster
Ask mom, ask dad to spend
And even if you pay, the favela won't respect

Hey, man
I couldn't be funny
My rap is heavy, few ideas for the beaks
While you play, the poor are murdered
In the Senate more corrupt than on the street
Even to die, you have to prove you're innocent
But with money, you can even buy the president
The devil resides in the top parties
Chorus Photoshop kills hip-hop
Your rap is pop, fame without concept
Cyclops sends BOPE, it works in the slum
Here, there's too much tax, in the hospital, there's a lack of beds
Pays the judiciary, saves another elected one
Robocop broken, mayor's soldier
Racism that frames, melanin makes suspicious
Nutella complaining that they're not accepted in rap
Your parents kill my people with the weapon of prejudice
It doesn't matter, another Marielle dies
The media is moved, depending on the skin color
In the maternity ward, another mother will suffer
Saves on the cesarean, doesn't care if they kill
No one will sign, the system catapults
Life is worthless where the mafia fines
You want stand-up for the playboy to laugh
I'm the favela spokesperson, where life is no joke
Where life is no joke

[Fabio Brazza]
Hey

Dear Jesus, sorry to write you this letter
And disturb Your eternal sleep
But down here, people are already fed up
Looking at the sky, wondering if this isn't hell
You who divided the bread
Forgave thieves, walked with outcasts, prostitutes, and other persecuted
If you came back, you'd be crucified again
Accused of being a communist and defender of criminals
Be careful, if you're coming back, better armed
Because the snitching continues to be rewarded and there are Judases everywhere
Power is still in the hands of the Pharisees
And better than being a son of God is being a son of a congressman
It's complicated, because those who sit in the Senate chair
Usually don't know the defendant's chair
And there's even a saying that I invented
Shortage of cells, surplus of heaven, it's cruel
They're using Your name to make a fortune
And those who can't pay will be judged in court
I confess, walking on water was quite a miracle
But taking the train at 6 in the evening is also a holy miracle
You multiplied the fish for a whole crowd
But people are subtracting the fish from their wallets
It's a lot of monkey business, I don't even have a monkey note to spend
And there are plenty of fair-weather friends with jaguar notes who don't want to lend
You healed so many sick people, Jesus
But nowadays, if someone gets sick, they can't find medicine not even in the public health system
They're saying You're coming back, but you know what?
If I were You, I'd avoid another cross

Jesus, sorry to write you this letter, but before I leave
I ask that You watch over us
Brazil is so far behind that it's not even worth discussing
And wanna bet that just by mentioning Your name some people will curse me?