R.U.A 7 (o Lodo da Rua)

Original hip hop, resistance, street

In this dead world, only a smile, a post from someone who's screwed
Your desires go far away or never be born
(I was born!)
I don't abandon the boat, I carry the burden
Nightmare I make, strangle neck
Only interested in the room, where the end is certain will die of a heart attack
(It's the end, yes)
I, who wasn't, will never be who I was again
(I'm rich!)
I turn into gold dust, throw acid, never diluted
Put faith that saves my spirit accompanies your soul
The street is in critical condition
The bullets will never take a break
Mother who sells her daughter to a pedophile
(Dirty)
Psychotic character, (-trash!)
A mind in a toxic state
Froze the Arctic pole
Goes to open the grave, get on foot
Crack in the ground, tsunami
Titanic, sinks the hatred, pagan world
Plants the wrong in ingratitude, sin turns into agony
Doesn't find space, there's always a dead one, sucks energy
They get caught on the cross, pray for me and light a candle
Prayer guides me, what seduces you?
Blur on the path, behind the hood

(Blurred yes, scoundrel goes to the end)
It's the underground posing at the top
Here the anthill is our cake
Gave foot to slip-up, wins the hand for the cake
We won't take disrespect home
In the tangle we untangle
Catch a vibe in this mess
Here release the weight and don't hold the ball
We've already planned the escape
Dirty the scene, in a cool way
For us to be clean, shout at the trend followers
Keep giving rope, who's on the string
With us, depression suffocates alone
157, we get into the hype
Wu Tang collection is there on the rack
I'm coming head-on, prepare for the blow
Alleys, surprise attack is our move
Not preparing has a freakout
Our brains, follow the tick-tock
Here the Bin Ladens are in slippers
Rifle, shotgun, ready in Iraq
Nice guys in the tough music
Our rhyme is leptospirosis for the rats
We are from Paraisópolis, causing
We are a virus to infect the worm
The smell is bad from end to end
On the mission, we hit the tips
We're buddies in this trouble (you know old man?)
The smell is bad from end to end
Making our skull is tough
We're skull in this bullet drill
Before the weather closes here is tricky
If you're caught red-handed, leave it alone
Very accelerated here is stopped
If you're a blabbermouth, watch out, it's loud
If the weather closes here is tricky
If you're caught red-handed, leave it alone
Very accelerated here is stopped
If you're a blabbermouth, watch out, it's loud

Hey, it's the resistance of the strangers, street 7 and stuff
Idea paralysis is ugly
Our gang switches, the worms in the sock
Hey prosecutor, nice to see you again
I'm back to the street updating your nightmare
At the ball, lots of stuff, sleeping in the noise
This takes you back, this shit doesn't evolve
Hey, I've never been a coward, it's the weird mustache gang
Just don't sleep with the cousins, it adds up nicely
Trust me, Bolsonaro was a little plane
Knowing that this shit changes from water to wine
Blue whale game London version
That makes your body disappear without messing with your family
Every scoundrel loves the way these girls are
You didn't teach her that this shit has two paths
Guess who's gonna play at your party
Nocivo, rzo and the guy with the M on his forehead
The media hates it, it's terrorism, it's family
Iml in torment, gigantism for love
Go in faith, the enemy is stone
We know that the carats come from the queen who prays
Several fugitive warriors from crislon
Bumping into the toddy feet at the union bar

I will fight for my pair in the street, my pair my click
I will fight for my pair in the street, my pair my click
For my mother, for my father, for my blood
The family, the brothers
I have a dream, man
I'm here fighting with your dirty government
The police kill with their dirty game
And my brothers who left on a cold night
Brother shut up, crazy that I tell you
Long live the race, luck my house, your house ahead
I wake up not in the world where
Not all streets, or the gang
Sequels me, sequel my daily life
Screaming bullet, rapist verses
Far from all evils
If they want money, if they want shit
With all the fame
We will continue on strike with other Dalai Lamas
Writing

And from the street I saw several kings of Babylon fall
Dirty system singing to rise and the scoundrels won't give up
(For the favela not to die, I'll fight to the end)

And even when the war starts
The boy's sound on the street to exchange
How many zika will shoot on the street
Favela makes revolution
And when the system conspires (who)
Will come with us without dragging (who)
And bro if the words fail you (it's okay)
The Rastas shoot too

And from the street I saw several kings of Babylon fall
Dirty system singing to rise and the scoundrels won't give up