Relíquia 2

Easy mama

I’m still gonna get you a house
Take everyone to Disney, João spending on Mickey Mouse
Universal, Busch Gardens, my scooter turned into a Harley
I work for my achievements
Before some jerk talks

Too busy mama

Coming back from another party
Living that dream I used to rap about in freestyles
And the annoying neighbor knows I’m responsible
Playing with my kid
Pretending to be someone from Marvel

I said mama

This crew is my team
And the old gossipers said I’d end up in crime
I’ve always been a troublemaker, the terror of the West Zone
Now I gotta make cash to pay for the best daycare
Carnival with these kids, I’m gonna dress up
New Year’s Eve, mama in France, I wanna do it all big

Easy easy easy you raised me alone
I thank you forever my queen, my throne

At Block 5 I’ve scored over 2,000 goals
Now with 5 I’ve done over 2,000 shows
Dressing room was Cream Crackers sharing with my ex
Now it’s air conditioning and a Japanese restaurant

At Block 5 I’ve scored over 2,000 goals
Now with 5 I’ve done over 2,000 shows
These assholes talk shit and they’re all shit to us
A handful of crazy ones up front in the line of fire

Hail Mary full of grace
Bless the rhyme circle that’s gonna roll today in the square.
Our Father who art in heaven
Be with me when I’m judged in the defendant's seat
May my work be done in your name
May I touch hearts
When I turn on my microphone

If I falter don’t abandon me
The love in my heart
Isn’t just love for silicone breasts.
At Christmas dinner, French toast and panettone
Gifts for Sofia, for Jhony and for Tony
God bless the composer of Banda Cone
The son of Aunt Sônia and the son of Aunt Ione
My discovery is like Louis Armstrong
Setting traps in the Viet Cong style
Clarifying ideas with fire in the bong
Life reflection: redemption song.

At Block 5 I’ve scored over 2,000 goals
Now with 5 I’ve done over 2,000 shows
Dressing room was Cream Crackers sharing with my ex
Now it’s air conditioning and a Japanese restaurant

At Block 5 I’ve scored over 2,000 goals
Now with 5 I’ve done over 2,000 shows
These assholes talk shit and they’re all shit to us
A handful of crazy ones up front in the line of fire

I don’t even know if my dad was just another jerk
'Cause I don’t even remember him when I was just a kid

The world is so unfair even Maria cried blood
And Gilka misses the "Minor"
Wander

João Marcello "Isak"
My duo in adolescence
All walls have
Their names eternal like ellipses

You want ammo
But I only have lyrical bullets
You want cocaine
And I want to get my brother out of rehab

Who was there?
My dad wasn’t there
If I fall and don’t get up
What are you gonna say?

I remembered the single mothers
When I wrote these lines
I thank you forever
My queen, my throne

At Block 5 I’ve scored over 2,000 goals
Now with 5 I’ve done over 2,000 shows
Dressing room was Cream Crackers sharing with my ex
Now it’s air conditioning and a Japanese restaurant

At Block 5 I’ve scored over 2,000 goals
Now with 5 I’ve done over 2,000 shows
These assholes talk shit and they’re all shit to us
A handful of crazy ones up front in the line of fire