Depois Das Zero (feat. Fidalgo)

Aah it's kamikaze, this mafia terminates your actions fi
Don't travel, feel this stuff!
After zero on the street
In false steps the sound is no longer the same
Silence of the false echo in my thoughts
I confess in this crime called moment
Where my torment is perpetual in the article of birth
I can feel the enemies around me plotting
For my revolt and bleeding with my story and my fight
I'm tired of whiskey beer and vodka applauding my defeat
And enjoying my logical behavior

It's past two with innocent knees
The guilty stone the recurring vehicles
No applause for the influential, the mirror in front of us
Who insists on keeping us afraid more 12 in the clip
And let another day dawn lies flourish
Destroy families and let rap and rhymes rot
And receive what you sow and with your full merit
Which innocence has credit

After zero on the street
If it's just feeling what you learn, what's worth here
And what it demands is what doubles the strength to rise
Asking for a dream without knowing what to build
Disbelieving will be less than a spit dish
Unraveling the game, civilian hostage again
Man of the street does not dazzle the dimension of the whole
The bang went crazy, and what's left is change
Several stages are skipped there's no turning back

After zero in the dark is what takes place
And what moves you is to fight as much as it comes to get you
To alleviate is a way to stop and think
Not to be carried away by what involves wanting to usurp you
Tell me who wins in half the money of those who want to screw you
And don't even call it just us, and let the thing yield
We're in the polo very crazy without getting involved
Without support, what comes to you

After zero on the street
I noticed that I'm already part of this shit
In the rot making a song for Sodom and Gomorrah
Tell the guys that the tribe got even
Made rap for the girls but in the pack it's all bitches
Come, I promised myself that I'll go no matter what
If I'm armed, it doesn't matter, that's it
Much more than a drum piano, in a box the sound beating

There's a suburban singing in front of the poison
I want to bring joy to the kids with my rap
Not to please Ivette's fan club
Who knows the street knows the truth we need
Know the alleys and the real story of every corner
Respect my doctrine, my rhyme my path
Respect your life, not an object to me
I won't sing political about the revolt of the homeless
Talk about my break from the tapes that I see up close
After zero on the street