A Minha Voz Está No Ar

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
I am the blood and the corpse on the favela floor
The aunt's prayer without food
The beggar with a leg full of wounds

I rhyme the thief who kills the playboy
The addict shot by the police
The inmate who cuts the hostage's throat
The alcoholic in the bar drinking 51 as well

I sing the story of the drug dealer
Of the thief in the bank drinking his blood
Of the kid with his head against the wall in the juvenile detention center
Of the Northeasterner having soup at CETEM
I sing of the body decomposing in the river
The 12-gauge entering the mansion at full speed
Where's the money, uncle, there isn't any?
Then boom, go to hell

My subject is the favela, cocaine, detention
I am the announcer of hell until death
A faction is a drop of blood in every testimony
Unfortunately, it's violent rap
Eduardo, Dum Dum, Eric 12, I lament
Bloody verses
You can call, you can threaten
As long as the coffin lid doesn't close, my voice is in the air

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits

I talk about the guy with the loaded gun
Who kills you for nothing
About the child selling their body for nothing
About the family eating flour with water
The humble Brazilian from the outskirts
Wearing tent sneakers, gallery shirt
I sing for the hungry kid, without comfort
Not to steal your Rolex, not to cut your throat
Give the dollars, or else go to hell
That's what I try to avoid with my verse
Defending those who can't defend themselves
Who are on the side of those who rob to feed their children
I don't wave flags, I don't stick stickers
I have no party, I hate politicians
The only campaign I do is for education
And for my people to stay alive
Not to frame the rich kid with an imported car
Lower the gun, look for a job
It's a drop of blood in every testimony
Unfortunately, it's violent rap
Eduardo, Dum Dum, Eric 12, I lament
Bloody verses
You can call, you can threaten
As long as the coffin lid doesn't close, my voice is in the air

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits

I don't sing for crazy dancing
My sound is for thinking, for the thief to reason
I'm not on TV or the radio
I don't make rap for idiots to shake their ass
I want my voice to shed light on the prisoner
Denouncing the rot of the prison system
Taking the kids away from cocaine
I don't want your child on the coroner's table
I'm on the side of the hungry, malnourished child
Who robs the bourgeois and runs on the avenue
I'm like any thief, any murderer
A gun, a reason is all I need
To rob your child, commit a homicide
Whoever saw their mother begging has blood in their reasoning
My hatred, my verse, a perfect combination
My people's revolt is the poison of the lyrics
Less violent than a plate with crumbs
Or the thief cutting you with a razor
I sing the funeral procession
The family man dreaming of a salary
It's a drop of blood in every testimony
Unfortunately, it's violent rap
Eduardo, Dum Dum, Eric 12, I lament
Bloody verses
You can call, you can threaten
As long as the coffin lid doesn't close, my voice is in the air

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
When the shot hits