Cachorraz Kmikazes
Tasha & Tracie
Crazy Kamikaze Dogs
Baby I can see your soul touching me
Your eyes are fire I want to burn
Our breeze is dense, so particular
No
People, I'm feeling great
I'm in a very good spirit today
It's the MPIF, huh
In the vocational test would make a good drug dealer
Imagine if I set up the firm and recruit several girls
With the same appetite to take all these fools
And don't pay attention to the cops, they would become my troop
They would call me Blanco and there would be no boots for them
We would face it, blow up several boxes
Activity high and leisure only low
Make some armored cars, invest everything in the hood
Crazy Kamikaze Dogs capturing the silver
We took it by assault because we got tired of begging
Put your hand on your head and don't react or you'll go down
My gang is four letters and four black which is few
MPIF is four letters and four black which is few
MPIF is four black that came to change this shit
Either we wrote a rap or we turned into a suicide bomber
Try to get into our midst and our arsenal will take you down
Try to get into our midst and our arsenal will take you down
Try to get into our midst and our arsenal will take you down
Million, million, top bitch
They love Bob Marley, I'm Peter Tosh
Peace is the diploma you receive in death
I don't rent my mind to anyone else
They pay with crumbs, take away my peace
Socially different, when it suits equals?! Interesting
They forge us to camouflage their blatant
It's beautiful in Woodstock, not allowed in the funk ball
The black Cazuza is crazy and a drug dealer
Beautiful in Woodstock, not allowed in the funk ball
The black Cazuza is crazy, crazy and a drug dealer
The black Cazuza is crazy and a drug dealer
The black Cazuza is crazy, crazy and a drug dealer
God returns when an old man dies, when a new one is born
Psalms are Mothers of May with their Messiahs dead in the ditch
Apocalypse are egotrips
And the valley of the shadow of death is like the way from work to home
From home to work
False disciples in the Plenary
Genesis was a boy
Hell is two blocks after my house
Victimhood doesn't fit, it's self-defense
Yesterday we were prey, now guess
Who's going to be dinner on the table
I can give you a spoiler: It won't be black skin
Understand symbolism, this is a massacre without dirt
I'll leave you in the shit with your own conscience
Or with that shit you call conscience
In the ghetto, the procedure and the foundation never fail
Respect my pussy or I'll make one on your face
In the ghetto, the procedure and the foundation never fail
Respect my pussy or I'll make one on your face
In the ghetto, the procedure and the foundation never fail
Respect my pussy or I'll make one on your face
In the ghetto, the procedure and the foundation never fail
Respect my pussy or I'll make one on your face