From Hell do Céu

It seems to me now that they have lost control
In this rat race, I know very well who is in pole position
Whether it attacks or pleases
Your place on the starting grid doesn't change anything
Flyover and on a zoo flight where you survive
Observe the natural order of things in decline
I was even there, and I didn't see you there
Face to face, side by side
Face-to-face with the puppet masters
See if you can assimilate it
Who orchestrates, who trains
And who has the master key
Who dilates his pupil
Who annihilates us from hell to heaven
Breaking communication barriers in the Tower of Babel
Frequency interference
Waking up first to make your dream come true is science

I shoot and stop at infinity
I refuel, I move on and it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I leave written
And only Jah Jah can give me the verdict

I shoot and stop at infinity
I refuel, I move on and it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I leave written
And only Jah Jah can give me the verdict

Some give up, others stay
Some give up and stay
They only occupy and indicate physical space
The tragicomedy of those who have nothing
The reins of existence itself
Brains on vacation
Several bums celebrating the end of the world
Meanwhile the common citizen feels ridiculous
Find no peace in the verse
Knocking on doors
Under his arm a resume
Whole family in the cubicle
It depends on Ecad, it depends on the Green Card
Wake up early and sleep late
Completing the vicious, dangerous circle
Like mining in the Cinta-larga reserve
Black Alien sings of bitter life
Through Rap and Ragga
Against all pests
Without fear of who
Like a dog biting the hand that caresses it

I shoot and stop at infinity
I refuel, I move on and it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I leave written
And only Jah Jah can give me the verdict

I shoot and stop at infinity
I refuel, I move on and it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I leave written
And only Jah Jah can give me the verdict

As the world changes through music
I prepare steel poetry in my steel mill
A Saturn-Inspired Nocturnal Habit
And its rings around, there is no return
I've always been here
In the raw verb like sashimi
The truth will come to light through childbirth, myocardial infarction
Revolution will not be televised nor will it come on the radio
Stainless metal, instrumental and mental in the jukebox
Low blow loses point, it's like in boxing
Prepare the dodge, real information for the people adrift
In the land of unproductive land