O Gatilho

Sabotage

The Trigger

It's man, my man Deda always said, if you don't have a
Maneuver man, damn you're screwed, hehe
Yeah, but here's the thing, I will fight for
The outskirts of Canão, Boqueirão, Ipiranga, man

Oh please, several guys, oh please, oh please, oh please
You can believe, oh please, and the crazy ones arrive like this

With patience you can win
As a consequence you can submit
With patience you can win
As a consequence you will only submit
To the demands that fear can offer you
I know the laws are harsh, thief
I know the law is harsh
Maybe you'll listen to me, it's
We have to be cordial, prevail with impunity

But never change
And listening, I did what I could
Yeah, I did the best I could
Who's paranoid doesn't sleep, sees werewolf
Any corner delirious, hilarious
But for the guys who commit the crime, it's firm
High-caliber weapons to those who resist the blitz, may
God forbid
Hunger every day turns someone into a criminal
Being poor is not wanting to be born humble
Refinement, acts humbly, but twenty
The outskirts is the following, reality lives
You can believe, it would make a movie
Disemboweled massacre, protects from AR-15

Those who frighten, will be frightened in the hood
Being a smart guy is not a mark, just go for it
Out here the world, the street, the girls keep enjoying
The biggest moon, ráá

Flying, the men fly away, disheveled
Even finding it tumultuous
Wake up early, wash your face, willing, I pray
A torment, a moment, the burst, it's the fever
Complains, every life lives in the village
Participates willing to do anything
Resentful, if he goes he brings a lot
He's a louse, without popping
In the sneaker, a terrifying enemy, loose animal
So that everyone doesn't find it little
If someone learns he is the opposite
The war in the south is not over
I see my people running scared
With salcero, fear, in the hood
Hunt tightens the fingers of gypsum
You can believe, a terrible nightmare
Cold car, goose in motion
Disheveled minor, playboy with full volume

In the favela several militia girls
Lack of belief, seeing your TV, turned into a bar
Lost child is a deluded child
Yesterday dreamed of having a doll, today wants to be Tiazinha
Rá, it's a way to be a sorceress to hypnotize
Sometimes she believes she's a model, you can believe
Today Italy, China, the itinerary of the brothel
Disheveled, cruel, almost naked
I can't delude myself, many of them say
Don't ride a Bis, 7 rooster yes, CBR 1100 cc
The same blonde that Brown talked about, hung out in the hood
In a mini blouse, mini skirt, armed trap
Almost nothing underneath, causes revolt, hot, naughty
Look who laughed, I don't even say for the itinerary
The nightmare
Rá, I always speak the opposite, not for the idiots
But for the weak guys, being an animal is to eat quickly
Yeah, life is worth more than Saturday fun

Whether in times of prosperity or in times of storm
Really Maurinho, Mauro Mateus aka Sabotage, buddy
I miss the real news, the laughs, the advanced ideas
That influenced so many people over the years
And continue out there, hovering in the air
Inspiring those who follow, those who start the saga of starting to rhyme
Well buddy, I'll tell you, the owner of the world is black now
Do you know that? is this a sign of change in the world?
Damn buddy, I really don't know, I don't know
I'm following my law, my premise
One eye on the priest and the other on the mass
But always with patience

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