letra de the brasilian connection (part ii) - wut metaphysical
[intro]
my sons emcee noiz and wut metaphysical
and our lasting counter you explained the holter shot dirt
a new [?] revenge
so now, please continue the story of the brazilian connection
[verse 1]
a dark night, you hear boots
on the sidewalk, a man loots
another man at the end of a gun pressed
deep in his back so there’s nowhere to run
it was i, robbed by a cop
and these streets the corruptor on top
little does he know this was my plan
a quick shift and i’m breaking this hand
tables turn, pistol in his neck
give me the information of faced death
he said: “i got a family, i don’t wanna die”
so i got the information, pistol hit him in the eyes
at the same time, in a dark favela
the brazilian ghetto, i’m on the [?] dwellers
i came leader, more of a rappin’ hood type
slapped next to his artillery side
a [?] filled up the room
the leader woke up, he must’ve thought he was through
a [?] stood in front of his bed
folded up a seven leave [?] and said
i am the archangel michael sent
to give you a mission because the world’s upset
he doesn’t like the way the holter treated his sons
so join up your forces and give her your guns
[verse 2]
in the favela, we discuss the mission
and the leader explained us the vision
father god, we were bought with the price
that let us fight like the lion of christ
slum [?] that came to the lord
others pack sh-lls, my attempts to c4
dirt asked where their chief escaped
nah, ’cause i left to gift and there was breaks
justice comes with the turn of a key
land escape, all [?]
there was a silence as we packed the cars
peace in the hearts ’cause the victory’s ours
like this, it was the locos crew
united with the pour and the broken tool
uzi’s, pistols, nines and grenades
as we stone a strong oath of the holter rates
i came in the door and opened fire
bloods burned, it hit my face in attire
i shot the secretary, i shot the judge
what was leading, cops left a ride with the shotgun
[?] a chandelier
with the same [?] plaques then it hurt my ears
the [?] slipped up the bag
he thought he got the best to his hip-hop cats
got in his car, thought he was home free
but had a little surprise when he turned the key
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