Capítulo 4 Versículo 3

60% of young people from the suburbs without a criminal record have already suffered police violence
For every four people killed by police, three are black
In Brazilian universities, only 2% of students are black
Every four hours a young black man dies violently in São Paulo
Here the speaker is a black cousin, another survivor

My intention is bad, empty the place!
I'm up, I'm ready, a two to shoot!
I'm much worse than what you see
There's no mercy for black people here, it's one hundred percent poison!
The first one says: boom!, the second one says: ok!
I have a mission and I won't stop!
My style is heavy and makes the ground shake!
My word is worth a shot, I have plenty of ammunition!
In the fall or in the rise, my attitude goes further!
And he has a disposition for evil and for good!
Maybe I'm a sadist or an angel
A magician or judge, or defendant
A bandit from heaven!
Trickster or fool, bloodthirsty priest!
Sniper if necessary!
Revolutionary or insane. Or marginal!
Ancient and modern, immortal!
Border of heaven and hell!
Unpredictable mood, like a verse heart attack!
Violently peaceful!
True!
I came to sabotage your reasoning!
I came to shake your nervous and blood system!
For me it's still not enough, brown crazy dog!
Number one terrorist guide from the outskirts!
Uni-duni-tê, I have it for you
Poisonous rap is a blast of pt!
And the prophecy came true as predicted
One nine nine seven, after Christ
The black fury rises again
Rationals, chapter 4 verse 3

Hallelujah (hamm) hallelujah

Rational!
In the air, motherfuckers! Shovel! Shovel! Shovel!
It's cold in São Paulo, for me it's always good!
I'm on the street wearing a pump and sweatshirt!
Din-din-don, rap is the sound, emanating from the brown opal!
And there
Call Guilherme, call Vanio, call Dinho
And Di, Marquinho calls Éder, let's go
If the other brothers come, in order that's fine!
Better, who's who, in billiards in dominoes

Glued two hands
One waved at me
Satin jacket
In sneakers, jeans
Hey Brown, get out, don't even go
Not even glue!
It's not worth giving this guy any ideas
Last night I saw, on the edge of the asphalt
Bringing in death, breathing life into the air!
The guys are just dust, skin and bones, at the bottom of the well
And more blatant in your pocket!
You see, no one is more than anyone else, you see
See well and they are our brothers too
But cocaine and crack, whiskey and brandy
Brothers die quickly without a prominent place!
But who am I to talk about those who smell or smoke
It doesn't even work
I never gave you shit!
You smoke what comes, block your nose!
Drink everything you see!
Make the devil happy!
You'll end up like the other bro there, who was black like
No one entered one, great style!
In Calvin Klein pants, Puma sneakers
Yes, the humble way of being, on the job and in the role
I enjoyed funk, played a ball
I was looking for his black girl at the school gate
An example for us, greater morale, mó ibope!
But I start glue with the white guys at the mall
Oh it's gone
Oh! Bro, another life, another chop!
And only elite mines, clubs and various drinks!
Boutique bitch, all that shit!
Sex without limits, Sodom and Gomorrah!
Huh, it's been about nine years
About 15 days ago I saw the bro
You have to see, asking your uncle for a cigarette at the bus stop
Teeth all messed up, pocket without even a story!
The guy smells bad, the lady is scared!
Very crazy about who knows what, early in the morning!
Now it no longer poses a danger
Addicted, sick and fucked up, harmless!

One day a black PM came to fog me
And told me to put myself in my place
I see bro in these conditions it's not possible
Is this how I should be?
Brother, the devil fucks everything around him!
By radio, newspaper, magazine and billboard
Offers you money, talks calmly
It contaminates your character, steals your soul
Then throw yourself into the shit alone!
Yeah, it turns a type A black guy into a black guy!
My word eases your pain, illuminates my soul
Praise be to my lord!
That doesn't let the brother here get lost
Oh! And don't even "sit your finger" at any scoundrel!
But let no motherfucker ignore my law
Rationals chapter 4 verse 3!

Hallelujah Hallelujah

Rational!
In the air motherfuckers! Pah!, pah!, pah!
Four minutes passed and no one saw
The monster that was born somewhere in Brazil!
Maybe a brother who works under the oil-stained car
That frames the strong car in the fever with blood in its eyes!
The guy who delivers envelopes all day long in the sun
Or what sells chocolate from lighthouse to lighthouse!
Maybe the guy who defends the poor in court
Or looking for a new life on parole
Someone in the wooden room, reading by candlelight
Listening to the old radio, at the bottom of a cell!
Or the royal family and black like I am
A warrior prince who defends the goal!

And I don't change, but I don't fool myself
The dumb ass brothers, I know everything!
In exchange for money and a good position
There are guys who twerk and even wear lipstick!
Several patricians talk shit, making everyone laugh!
Haha! To see white people applaud!
Yeah... In your area there's so-and-so who's even worse!
Each one each one
You feel alone!
There are brothers who point a pistol at you and are serious
Or blow your face off for an old tape player!
Click! Clap! Clap! Clap! And it's over!
Without mercy and without pain
Fuck your color!
Wipe the blood with your shirt and say fuck off!
You know why, where you're going, who you're going to
From bar to bar, from corner to corner
Take 50 contos, exchange them for cocaine
And the end! The movie is over for you!
The bullet is not a blank! There are no stunt doubles here!
For the brothers from the Baixada Fluminense to Ceilândia
I know. The streets are not like Disneyland!
From Guaianases to the south end of Santo Amaro
Being a type A nigga is expensive!
It's badass!
It's cool to watch the advertisement and see
You can't have that for yourself
Playboy forced with an earring by the muggle
Stolen inside the car on Avenida Rebouças!
Girls' chain
Madame with purse, money
I didn't have a father, I'm not an heir
If I were that guy who humiliates himself at a traffic light, for less than a dollar
My chance was slim
But if I were that kid in the cap
That cocks and sticks the barrel inside your mouth
From broken
Without clothes, you and your girl
One two! Did not saw me! I've already disappeared into the fog!
But not
I remain alive, I continue the mysticism!
27 Year, contrary to statistics!
Your TV commercial doesn't fool me
There is! I don't need status or fame
Your car and your money no longer seduce me
And neither will your blue-eyed whore!
I'm just a Latin American boy
Supported by more than 50 thousand bros!
Side effect your system did
Rationals, chapter 4 verse 3!