GTA (part. GTA)

Rio de Janeiro
And so we continue
Ten Commandments, nine millimeters, eight radin in global frequency
Seven balloons tight at Carlton, 6 poppetbonde on the main
Once upon a time, there were five police officers, four criminals, three ParaFAL
Two grenades, one backpack, zero percent of good goes bad

Today I'm in another state, certified and proven
Enemy of the state, friend of the resident
Go lay down the dead dog, go wake up the poet
It will become a trend on the dance floor because the Shaman called it

Once upon a time, there was a number ten, in front of the goal, with a bad look on his face
Say it's us, that I'm in the nine millimeter posture like Gal, fatal
Eight porcelain poems, freak rap
Fuck fame, seven days a week, Friday the thirteenth, the bad man
Five senses of flow in flame ice
Forty grams of spice
Three years in jail, ugh
It's Rock Danger criminal staff
Ha! Fuck you, you son of a bitch!
It's G

More forward than the tip of a clown's shoe in this shit
No neurosis
Barefoot, shirtless, Russian shin, hottie with his cap backwards
Rice, beans, tap water
In those peaks
It's the rock bandwagon, man
Whoever fought died
Did you understand?

Hey, no worries, are you recording?
What's up, man? Are you recording?
Hold on, hold on
Damn, bro
Let me throw something here
See if it will be cool

Oh, oh, oh
Look who's back from the frozen hell
Loved by angels, darling of the devil
Did you see that I'm from Rock Danger and you're drooling like okra?
I don't want the love of a whore and the friendship of a scoundrel
Excuse me, make room, this shit is a robbery
I'm not repeating the verse, I'm just repeating the act

Further ahead, what a clown shoe toe
Nike Dunk, reflecting your look from top to bottom
I'm going to save up a lot of money like the Major
Buy a horse, live on a farm alone
Smoking joint, no luxury
Barefoot, swim in the stream
Listening to Djavan while the barbecue is going on

On Sunday I'm with my family watching Vasco's great game
Not hungry, picking the fruits from the bunch
If you're not a millionaire, the contract is a rip-off
Here I am, angry, full of hate and revolted

Once I arrived with the Shaman in Campo Grande
And they started setting off fireworks, bang, bang, bang
Fireworks and us inside the van
And I said, Xamã, do you remember tennis?
He said, what?
I spoke

Mr. Versace, Art Folk
4-4 Nas Flow
Night Wolf, German was left behind
Social climate, tomorrow or never again
Fuck it style, you understand and go after it
We stole the Volkswagen with the police behind us
West Coast, they say he is the most sagacious

Hey DJ, show the slowpokes how it's done
Usain Bolt
And I care, fuck it, it's the Shaman
Move over, I'm in GTA, San Andreas
In the pool back in Los Angeles, a poet of ill character

We are all two robbers
A Basquiat and a Di Cavalcante
Why so rich, crooked and crazy like that?
Why do I cultivate so much wolf in me?

My CPF, X-A-M-A, over me
My fake codename, kiss the flower
You are my false flower
Pretending to take a photo, photosynthesis and click