A Divina Comédia (Zeus MC, Gigante No Mic, Nocivo Shomon e Fábio Brazza)

[Zeus MC]
Damn, Léo!
They say I'm Predella's younger brother
Never heard of Nega Bulla, outside of Badalo
They must be drugged with a 'Goodnight Cinderella'
Me, Zeus, you're all lightning thieves!

Percy Jackson, song, with me
Many question the fact that I'm an MC
Rasta in the fire, Babylon
Master only Hokage, I'm an apprentice of the ceremony

Ragga really tough, the common folk got a bit upset
I'm the triad of Diss, for me, it wasn't well paid
What's missing on your plate, fool?
Don't flatten in the contract, we're rats of the basement

Maturity in the face, come on, get ready, the guys, it's the crime
Taking over the scene, from the south, blazing on the game map
Psychopath killer, selling ideas, to put on display
Call the boy in the plot, divine in Ragga, and reggae

[Gigante no Mic]
It's been a while since I lost all certainty
She asked for a kiss, I gave in to kindness
This generated a kindness
Axiom of a prophet who's no longer in the dam

I've felt chained in currents
I rolled up my sleeves and laid my cards on the table
Living life lightly
Because life is beautiful but not everything is a beauty

Some are politically correct
While I smoke one that alters the mind
Some are dishonest and crucify the beings
Who purify the believers don't encode us

Hey, Jhow! My life is a Woodstock
I've sold the green even from my stock tip
No, I won't pay as I'm carrying a Glock
If I kick you with my Reebok, you'll be towed away

I want to stab those who keep messing up
Crying is gone doesn't mean it's a lambada
It's not worth being a master talking about bamba
If it's only in the recording that you're better than those in suits

I confront those who only talk behind my back
If I charge, I'll cover you with punches and spend you the way the devil likes
Life is a game and slowly God has already made the bets
Will you fold or run? Knowing that he already knows the answer
Knowing that he already knows, I answer myself
Screw the idols, I'll be Nietzsche
Don't come give advice on what I'm composing

[Nocivo Shomon]
Will, is this how rap should be?
Milk with pear pretending to be Gang star
Asks mommy and daddy to spend
And even paying the favela won't respect you

Will, is this how rap should be?
Milk with pear pretending to be Gang star
Asks mommy and daddy to spend
And even paying the favela won't respect you

Ey, Jhow! I couldn't be funny
My rap is heavy, few ideas for the beak
While you play, the poor are murdered
In the Senate more shameless than in the street snitch
Even to die you have to prove you're innocent
But with money you can even buy the president
The devil resides in the top parties
Refrain photoshop kills Hip Hop
Your rap is pop fame without concept
Cyclops sends the bop to the hill it works
There's an excess of tax
In the hospital there's a lack of beds
Pays the judiciary
Saves another elected one
Robocop in the hood
Mayor's soldier
Racism that frames
Melanin makes suspicious
Nutella complaining that in rap they're not accepted
Your parents killed my people
With the weapon of prejudice
It doesn't matter, another Mariele dies
The media is moved depending on the skin color
In the maternity ward another mother will suffer
Saves on the cesarean, doesn't care if they kill
No one will sign the catapult system
Life is worth nothing where the mafia fines
You want a stand-up for Playboy to laugh more
I'm the favela spokesperson where life is no joke

[Fábio Brazza]
Dear Jesus, sorry to write you this letter
And disturb your eternal sleep
But down here people are already fed up
Looking at the sky wondering if this isn't hell
You who divided the bread
Forgave thieves, walked with outcasts, prostitutes, and other persecuted
If you came back you'd be crucified again
Accused of being a communist and defender of criminals
Be careful if you're coming back better armed
Because the snitching continues to be rewarded and there are Judases everywhere
Power is still in the hands of the Pharisees
And better than being a son of God, is being a son of a congressman
It's complicated, because those who sit in the Senate chair
Usually don't know the defendant's chair
There's even a saying that I invented
Lack of space in the cell, plenty of space in heaven, it's cruel
They're using your name to make a fortune
And those who can't pay will be judged in court
I confess walking on water was quite a miracle
But taking the train at 6 in the evening is also a holy miracle
You multiplied the fish for a whole crowd
But people are subtracting the fish from their wallets
There's a lot of monkey business, not even having a monkey note to spend
And there are plenty of fair-weather friends with jaguar notes who don't want to lend
You healed so many sick people Jesus
But nowadays if someone gets sick they can't find medicine not even in the public health system
They're saying you'll come back, but you know what?
If I were you, I'd avoid another cross!
Jesus, sorry to write you this letter, but before I leave
I ask you to look at us
Brazil is so atrocious that it's not even worth talking
And wanna bet that just by mentioning your name some people will curse me?