R.U.A 11 (Armagedom)

[Nocivo Shomon]
Rhyming with the mind, smoking calmly
In the cement jungle, love planted in the chest
How many Dalai in the mud turned into diamonds
An eternal duel in Dante's hell

In God my uprising, feel the flow that beats
Judging Maradona who got lost in the white
Brands that not even time can remove from our souls
Words that set free, hearts from the lock

Rap in frank idea, go see how I suffered
The rewards of the battle, and how free I am
The rewards of the battle, and how I suffered
I sank into drugs and what alcohol brings

Anthrax powder stone, addiction overseer
In search of forgiveness, what was left behind
To escape the glass with faith you will be able
In the tears of war, the favela asks for peace

Rap is the sound, living is a gift
In Babylon, Armageddon
Rap is the sound, living is a gift
In Babylon, only God is good

[Pateta Cód. 43]
Code 43
If this street, if this street were mine
It would be a good place to sow a future

It's the eclipse, it's the plague of the Apocalypse
It's the subject, it's the suspect sought in the blitz
It's the spoken portrait of the marginal posture
It's the lethal virus, it's the National rap

Armageddon, poet of Babylon
Just explosive metaphor in search of resurrection
Salvation is a divine gift
That rescues, restores, leads and determines

Reaction in action, betrayal, dog-eat-dog world
Falling to the ground, explosion
(And no one lends a hand)
Confusion, confession, loneliness
Depression, following against the flow
(In collision course)

And I didn't come to compete who has more or fewer fans
My idol doesn't have Facebook or Instagram
In Christ, my faith renews every morning
My family, my wealth, my life, my talisman

In this hype war, blinded by ego
Flee, because that's where the bomb explodes
Drowning in likes inside the dungeon
They despise beautiful works and follow the false outline

If this street, if this street, were mine
It would be a good place to sow a future
So I wouldn't have to see your son and daughter
Bleeding on the sidewalk, shot, full of holes

[Viela 17]
Bourgeois come from vermin
Stepped on the people, made a mess
Slave quarters, gave thanks to the damn dog too much
(Take it!) in the alley, there's running during the day
Pissed-off kid pulled the gun, a shot
Newspaper the next day the news
Damn, what a crazy world
And there was no shortage of advice
They mocked the favela, yellow shirt
Total despair, scorpion with spurs below
The strike hits the kid, it's pure prejudice
Dog barks in the rap fever
There's a shot in the air, asphalt with blood
There's work for the gravedigger
One less kid falls forward, (lies)
Who dreamed that crime paid off
The end announces the beginning
The mother sighs, broken all devastated
With a white flag protesting
Dissonant from the crowd
Playboy 10 to 0

Here sadness colors the facade
You insist on following
Hey, it's your fault, it's a mess
Intense nightmare departed
Bandit in the hood, bitch on a leash
Stick giving orders, rat without culture
Comedy distorts the past
Drowning in the purest mud
Accelerated life, you're tough, just messing up
Your death destroys respect
Viela in mourning, dismantling, million-dollar disgrace

[Conscious Attitude]
But today I know that my street is not your street
Only this one has my blood, tears, and sweat
Every inch of this hood saw my struggle
And the lions I killed that attacked me mercilessly

And hey, kid, if this were my last letter
I'd tell you: Listen to your father and mother
You know the phrase you say: We're a lot of trouble
I've seen many silenced by the gunshots

And tears flow
And this street is cruel like any place
The story is from those who know
Who suffer, see up close
Armageddon is daily here in Paraná

Without wanting to boast, but I learned it in prison
When things get ugly
That the weak have no space or mud
Weakness, where is your strength
If a family member is missing, let's see who adds up
There are those who applaud shots, like aggressive verses, find it beautiful
Zé pique sings horror stories
I doubt you have the guts to bring the news to a friend's mother
Who's lying there, a victim of the shots the police fired

If today I sing the pain, I'm the narrator of hatred
It's because a troubled past made me a gladiator
I doubt psychiatry can erase the funerals
And remove the pain from the chest of losing someone you loved

[Diogo Loko]
While my soul writes some verses before seven
Indeed fear follows those who fear living
Since I was a kid my dark skin clarifies
Same tape repeats itself programmed to run

Unlocking the mind in the trek, foreseeing what precedes
The evil that the people elect made five hundred thousand die
Dreams don't fit in the bag, feeling differs
Rhyme that gives goosebumps, when the boom-bap hits

The periphery suffers the truth that reveals itself
You know it always happens, the corrupted Bishop is an atheist
The father kills the son and prays, appears in the media
Says he doesn't recognize himself, humanity is lost

In the haunted valley we follow, those who have faith pray or pray
While my daughter grows up, the world forgets about God
Lost I bumped into rap, Bosque Samamba DF
Where everything happens from Alemão to Pharisee

Human greed kills the black world
The end of the time we live in, hatred killing love
Because of your heresy, the flock went astray
You were a prophet when you said Armageddon has arrived

I heard that the cure can be the disease
Living this life intensely
In the depths of the North, dancing with death
Pastor, be careful not to play with my belief

The Wolf exempts himself in his penance
The pack fails if the Alpha doesn't think
Hungry in the hunt, honoring his race
My hood flow, violent flow

[Face da Morte]
Excuse me my brothers, Nocivo Shomon called
(And the angel poured out the seventh bowl of the Lord's wrath)
FDM and the squad, only good blood closed
It's the final battle, it's the final battle
It's Armageddon, it's Armageddon

The beginning of the new era, change in the atmosphere
(The Son of the King came down to rule for the commoners)
The Antichrist cries in despair, doesn't know what awaits you
For you, a thousand years of disgust, ah

From today on your place is at the bottom of the lake of fire
(In sulfur, in the mud)
Yes, it's the Antichrist, it's the Antichrist
1 Dollar per dose to buy Covaxin

Billions in bribes, foxes plunder Brasília
Favela cries, Covid devours families
I never ran from battle, Armageddon my face
I'm at 26 in this bullet, I'm an elder in Valhalla

If rap is the street, then I have my say
I admire Speed but my Flow is slower
It's more Soul, more Emotion
It's always been Love, never Hype
Since the time of the Garrard
Kl Jay changed the Faders, from the North to the Night

DJ Shopping's briefcase, Puma sneakers and sweatshirt
30 years of Hip-Hop, welcome to Armageddon
Who's original doesn't unoriginalize
Here it's the street, here it's rap, it's never been this breeze world
I'm a fighter, frontline
To sing rap I got a patent
Want to take the test?
Try it!

[Alex NSC]
I came from there
I saw what the police do to the poor
When they catch them in the wee hours, they forge, kill, oppress us
I came from there
I saw an innocent person stabbed for being from another hood
Stuttered, the crime is sad
I came from there
Failed purchase of respirators
Investigate the Governors and the people don't care
I came from there
I'm a government target in these pains
Our mother throwing flowers with the help of the CPI

They don't know who's gone or who's going
The moment is shaped to hang out at Benks
Start playing cheesy funk and start to descend
Paquito with the demon, long live the rap Game
Fake from the game, on the side of the Gringos
The rich kids shout: Suck up
Rap that saves in a coma
Our country used to be more original
Shit with Cash, with a bad face
Pandemic, hunger, my people suffering
The Brazilian TrapStar is a wave
Discuss, discuss and no package is rolled out
Shit with a gun threatens
The new Trap generation puts on makeup
The big thugs, the gang of evil
Then record together with a lot of comedy

Rapadura doesn't endure, here in the Northeast at the heights
Get me out of the squad car, don't smooth the judiciary
You know how hard life is, it hits until it pierces
Doesn't match the signature, government with a tough face
Deceives for the posture, study denied to the street
Language, literature, expression, caricature
The people pay the bill, enrolled for the squad car
No graduation ball, favela without structure
RUA 11

[Guind'art 121]
Huh, huh and it's crazy to think
That this shit will end one day, huh
Disposition to turn, and faith in the one who will return one day
I'm cruising through the areas, living better than before
In Arabian Sheik style, with a vision far ahead
I want more change
I wasn't born to be a figurehead with a gold chain
I look very elegant
The system doesn't shake me, with rhyme I'm a dealer
Selling more than any mouth, reality is not far away
How many crazy lives will still resort to crime
Always jumping to avoid wielding the guns
From hell to paradise climbing the main street
Damn, Brasília Capital, hail National rap, oh

With a joint in the bag, another rich kid is on the jet
Dad's a doctor, doesn't give a damn
If the skin is Black, watch out kid
You might feel the pain
The kid wakes up, it's bang bang
The rich kid wakes up with the nanny
From the window I see the end of the world
Watch out, Jesus is coming back

What good is money, Jaguar
Jet, boat, buying a mansion
Prepare the warriors because you're coming back in a bullet
Those on the street are already on a mission, oh

Just the gift, without money, just knowing
Imagined, didn't make it on TV
RUA 11, Guind'art amen
Favela at the top of power, go

[Rapadura]
Huh, reia, oxii
Rapadura, Ceará
RUA 11

From the gun for free and wants me to pay the karma to the waiter
If meat is too expensive, I put my soul in the sound
Man squared operates a ghost on the edge of the gift
With two H's for Agamenon, Hip-Hop in Armageddon

I was born in debt, and credit is only to thank
Nth day to Z, everyone owes to ABC
It's not going well in SC, SP is in S. Pra. C
MC MMC, master has more than an M and a C

Those who come from the Northeast never lose their way
Pop made a line, I meet the goal and kill with death
I came from the canco and the game blinds the globe, I'm not playing for sport
If it's GhostFace Killah, I'm the Face of Death itself

Theorem of Tales DF, slipped, screwed, it's over
PunchLine is 1 Guind'art, for your Best it's a Best Seller
He returned 17 faith, doesn't know what Viela Golden Era is
Who surpasses Thaide and M'c Jack Waits

They shattered the bridge between the Euphrates and Acheron
Most disappear and don't admit it, and the son punishes
You want Augusto to heal, that Marisa Monte
The hood disappoints you since you saw a light at the end of the Tune

Projac isn't Proac, complain to Procom
This isn't Compton, these assholes are Comon
Mobile rap is so good, more Nocivo than Shomon
And the mobile rap signals a gun to Armageddon