R.U.A 6 (Poetas do Apocalipse)

In the name of the father, the son, Holy Spirit
I thank you, for listening to me
I ask for protection for me and my family
From stray bullets, from police handcuffs

From drugs, from hunger, from criminality
On the coroner's table, not even dead in the debate
I didn't come for all or nothing, I have a lot to lose
No depression, no police department, no stroke

Again I thank you for listening to me
It could be worse, but the Lord was there
I learned here falsehood, here disappointment
With cowardice, lies, betrayal

I'm not a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing
I'm a warrior, Black Panther, Afro-Brazilian
Frontline in battles, another soldier
You can count on it, when things get tough I'm by your side!

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
Roots rap in the break
The minds of the young awaken

Warning sign, lethal lyrics leave in Danger
Metal roses where evil comes from Ranger
The scourge of angels, cursed land, shotgun shot
Touches the soul, heavy like a hymn changes destiny with the power of the lyrics

Playing the trumpet more, planted in the mouth carrying the Glock
Youngster sinks in the can, crack devastates like Tomahawk
Global warming, newspaper sending lies
Every poor person is a target and the favela is in the crosshairs

System that only takes, conspires, shoots without mercy
I don't need hype to rhyme reality
The mafia in Congress kills more than the one in Italy
Where do more black people die, in Brazil or in Somalia?

Sharp as a razor, racism, prejudice
Intoxicating racists, my verse is cyanide
The ghetto soundtrack, hold back the scream from the senzala
Seeking God's truth so that my son doesn't die from a bullet

The serpent also speaks, love calls for help
Vanity in the golden age, I prefer the church on the hill
Masked like Zorro, I don't trust the president
In office kills favela dwellers like a flood

Country of impunity, needy community
Discharging hatred while unloading the clip
False believer lies like a wolf shepherding
I bring Neruda's vision to catch Judas at the supper

On the road of pain only sign 666
Time to reap all the evil you sow
Riding in armored, contaminated sin surrounds
Emptying schools, filling more prisons
Hell sets fire, demon on the track in a Maserati
I prefer to walk than run with the Illuminati

I will come to add with my best
I was born, raised, there in Praça do Corró
Represent, guide those youngsters
To stay away from crime, crack, powder

The enemy never had mercy
I walked with the strength and faith of Job
In the journey you are not alone (alone!)
I know this path by heart

Avoiding the bullet shot, poet from the senzala
It's the voice that never shuts up, in the hood the whip cracks
Arriving like a master of ceremonies, writing my soul levitates
Strategist in battle, in the Vietnamese style

Sacred like in the mosque, who meditates
And who curses this land only reaps cursed plants
Exercising the mind while they are machinated
I survived, but I've seen blood shed

I launch my verse in a straight line, message of content
As the Prophet said, the word is our shield
Dark world, empty mind, cold soul
Hold on to our troop that now, it's just gunfire!

They kill you if your chain is gold
They kill you if your silver is thick and shiny
They kill you if you grow up in rap
Maceió kills you with a big eye on your girl

They kill because of gesture, bullet, beating, stone
No idea to exchange, a poorly placed word
Nervous on the line, a youngster, also never got involved in anything
Stutter was stabbed, just because he's from another hood

In the middle of the greeting, so afraid of heights
I should be in Jacarecica chatting away
Look at the damn responsibility you got me into
In RUA 6 representing the name of Alagoas

Took the money, brought the war
Only generated trouble and loss
I only see death, blood flowing
Several men dying in this

You are right, say, nothing happens
I almost didn't make it, NSC!
The police pass by, pass by and shoot
You don't do anything, what can you do?

There are already twelve innocents who died like this
Take it, here is Brown from rap, you scoundrels
Even I who never slapped you
Even you who got slapped in the face by the uniformed ones

The heads with this war don't care
I see the knife cutting, only between planes
The boss is so-and-so but I've never seen
The man doesn't care, he just wants the money

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
(Prrra! Prrra!) When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
Writing with blood, on the deserted road

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
(Prrra! Prrra!) When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
Rap without twisted talk, only straight ideas

Apocalypse is this, the Book of Eli, just another movie
Based on the book of life I stand firm
Bitter disappointments, catastrophes in the world
An alienated people sinking deeper

Nocivo gave me a minute, I took the opportunity to say
That today I'm in mourning, the demon takes power
And power inspires hatred, disguised in falsehood
Fake news deceives fools who don't accept truths

End of times, many will be corrupted
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I know I will live
Evolution for me is not shouting about what you did
Contrary to all this is shouting for who you did

And if you did, until today, without posing, without close-ups
Soldiers of the apocalypse, I was reborn in 2012
My verse inspires life, the thing will say it's not
Will say it's propaganda, freedom of expression

For you, middle finger
I don't sow with these ugly ones
Even if you go hungry
Honor the shirt of where you came from

(Better hold the BO)

If the trumpets play terror, darkening the sky
Singing, the pen, base, voice, it's our role
Snatching the people in the lake of fire, drowning the crazy ones
In this mud the sheep pass and the wolves get stuck

Only tough guys against the plague, they are the Mad Max
Total flex, like angels, fan, they serve
I'm talking, listen, here we run rings
Devil, rap rapa, know it's not good to mess with the beast

We're like a cross and garlic, the vampires run from us
If the monsters come out of the closet, that's when it gets tough
Let's go around, mic in the shot, I shoot at them
In silence our scream is in secret

And towards the final battle, in freestyle and such
Between good and evil, in all honesty, it's rap
Calling in the degree, in the backyard, territorial
Without tutorial, genius, speaking the truth

Let's make this hell our paradise
Without loss, without end, it's our judgment
I already locate, the smooth spot
With balance, on the scorpion of evil, I step on the head

It's just a sharp rhyme
The mic is our sword and the blow is on the loudspeaker
The crazy horse, the mangrove dogs
Laughing in terrifying times

The enemy never sleeps, that increases my insomnia
More revolt in the pen, knocking down Babylon
Seven seals, seven plagues, a thousand reasons to fight
An army in service of the Lion of Judah

They're planting Hitler wanting to reap Mandela
They elected a donkey, shove your pots up your ass
Eighty shots in the back, Marielle, Amarildo
For over five hundred years favela dwellers are live targets

This is a war and each one has its laws
Of the Ten Commandments, I broke nine of them
It's never too late for redemption of my sins
I traded my rifle and was saved by rap

Without giving in to the futureless, cowardly spirit
I put away my gun and today the shots are Punch Lines
In a country entitled to a tax haven
We've been living the third World War for a long time

I'm back, pow team, reflection or vibe
Alpha, Omega or save in Braille
Who's coming, Axé, Shomon, buddy, huh
Soldiers of the Apocalypse, soldiers of the Apocalypse

Come, come, come, R.U. reigns, Axé sticks
Heads on the gallows, necks cut
Of the twelve of spring, on the soles of the Quilombola
Money, money, money, game over, alms

Accelerate the engine, a thousand per hour
In the rearview mirror, no escape
There's no escape, doctor, not even Alcova, it's a grave
Throw yourself away because life is a school

From planting cacti, gunpowder emerges
Without a showy harvest, miraculous dawn
Without passing the test, abominates and ignores
Laughs and cries, hey, revelation like before

Who drank from the same cup, who smoked from the same paper
Brazil Apocalypse, São Paulo Al-Qaeda
As at the Last Supper, they knew that
Of the twelve who were there, one would betray

It will not help to run away and be voracious
You got understanding that in the sum it is more
RUA 6 crazy from the mud, from the entrails you will emerge
Be what God wants, Axé I was, peace

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
(Prrra! Prrra!) When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
Writing with blood, on the deserted road

The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
(Prrra! Prrra!) When the shot hits
The mouth only shuts up when the shot hits
Rap without twisted talk, only straight ideas