Sei Que Os Porcos Querem Meu Caixão

[Eduardo]
The boy wanted me to be trafficking
Screaming robbery with a nine to the bank teller
Burning the face of a hostage with a cigarette
Give the password, you son of a bitch, come on, damn it
Brazil doesn't accept poor revolutionaries
The marginalized defender of the slum
I escaped control, broke the handcuffs
I spread my poison, my hatred, my belief
I contaminated the people, incurable revolt
Verbal terrorist, relentless speech
Take your money and shove it up your ass
And character carved in the blood of the south zone
They implanted assisted freedom of expression
For the aggressive rhyme of the homicidal rapper
Detached from media, shopping mall audience
I spit on your TV, on your damn ratings
Activist, artist or the next on the list
Fuck censorship, police reprisal
If I have to die, then what?
Threats don't intimidate Eduardo doesn't tremble
Speak ill of me, joy rapper
At least I'm not a whore, I didn't sell my ideology
I didn't betray my story, my roots in the slum
I continue my mission, for many I'm harmful
I invaded the mansion like a steamroller
The playboy shat himself with the truth on the TV
I fearlessly denounced the Brazilian civil war
Thank you slum for the FC on the shirt
Court officer didn't seize my brain
Inside and outside of prison, announcer of hell
I'm the periphery in every cell of my body
That's why a couple of pigs want me dead

I know the pigs want my coffin
It was the gap the system wanted
I know the pigs want my coffin
Notify the morgue, the big day has arrived

I know the pigs want my coffin
It was the gap the system wanted
I know the pigs want my coffin
Notify the morgue, the big day has arrived

[Dum Dum]
The black slum terrorized
Shocked, terrified, scandalized
The bloody verse managed to shake
Come suck up media come interview me
I'll shove my thief stereotype up your ass
The bald guy in a jacket here is a faction rapper
It won't give you news with the blood of the rich cow
Film the hoodlum asking for peace in the periphery
A bunch of heroes emerged wanting my blood, my skull
Wanting a flash on my hat to become a star
Asshole didn't understand, rap isn't a championship
To sell CDs you don't need my failure
I do my part, honor my commitment
Sow hatred against those who make me steal from the executive
Here's just another guy without a cap, without education
Without a resume, course, maybe without a future
Got it, yacht owner, the support of the slum
I'm part of it, I'm a product of the cell
They didn't give me college to become a doctor
So the street turned me into the rhyming demon
Until my body turns into carrion
I'm on the radio, on video, launching my offensive
Neither Cherokee nor pool nor model slut
They buy the attitude of the guy from the kitchen and living room
The verbal exchange is a two to trigger
Just let the hungry boy cry for Dum Dum to unload
Programmed to rhyme, seek equality
To be a threat to society
Court officer didn't seize my brain
Inside and outside of prison, announcer of hell
I'm the periphery in every cell of my body
That's why a couple of pigs want me dead

I know the pigs want my coffin
It was the gap the system wanted
I know the pigs want my coffin
Notify the morgue, the big day has arrived

I know the pigs want my coffin
It was the gap the system wanted
I know the pigs want my coffin
Notify the morgue, the big day has arrived

The mouth only shuts when the shot hits
If that's what they want then come kill me

And for the sons of bitches who want to play
My head for the pigs, try your luck, man