Preto Zica (part. DJ Cia)

Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"Yo dude, what a scene!"
My dude said it like this (check it out)
Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"What a scene, what a mess!"
My dude said it like this (what a scene)
Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"Yo dude, what a scene!"
My dude said it like this (check it out)
Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"What a scene, what a mess!"
My dude said it like this

Look at all these ideas, handsome
The dudes here are in a big scheme
Rooting for you and counting every dime
They went blind and the goal is to take your place
Intravenous, poisonous, through the jugular

I don’t want to be in the shoes of those who take and bring
Not even imagine or sum up this guy
Hey, but one of my dudes told me:
"Denying money is bullshit, don’t talk nonsense"
Like bowling, damn, it’s terrifying
But the result is the consequence the master spoke
It’s all a test, how! It’s like a plague:
It spreads and drags until nothing’s left of nothing

One of my dudes told me the whip cracks
The enemy laughs from your grave on the living room couch
As they say: "a bullet, choose yours!"
Order the clown’s failure under the full moon
Who acts with a naked soul in your mind
Makes you think that bad luck is just a mere gift

That mess from the past becomes recent
Remaining, hardly leaves the war aware
It’s depressing, innocent, don’t look ahead
In every mind a thought of this reckless
Or indecent, try, or imminent, it’s hot
It’s simply: There are many, many sick ones

Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"Yo dude, what a scene!"
My dude said it like this (check it out)
Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"What a scene, what a mess!"
My dude said it like this (what a scene)
Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"Yo dude, what a scene!"
My dude said it like this (check it out)
Black Zica, my dude, said it like this:
"What a scene, what a mess!"
My dude said it like this