Black Alien - From Hell do Céu (English Translation) lyrics

[Verse 1]
It seems that they lost control
In this rat race, I know very well who is in pole position
If it hurts or if it pleases
Your place on the starting grid changes nothing
Fly over the zoo where you survive
Observe the natural order of things on the slope
I was there and I didn't see you there
Face to face, side by side
Tête-à-tête, with the puppet masters
See if you assimilate
Who orchestrates, who trains and who has the master key
Who dilates your pupil
Who annihilates us, from sky's hell
Break barriers, communication in the tower of Babel
Frequency interference
Waking up first to realize the dream is science

[Chorus]
I shoot and stop infinity
Refueling, I move on, it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I write about
And only Jah Jah can give me a verdict

[Verse 2]
Some give up, others keep up
Some give up and keep up
They only occupy physical space and indicate
The tragicomedy
Of those who don't have the reins of their own existence
Brains on vacation
Several tramps celebrating the end of the world
Meanwhile, the average citizen feels ridiculous
Finds no peace in the verses
Knocking from door to door
Under the arm, a resume
Whole family in the cubicle
Relying on Ecad, relying on green card
Wakes up
Wake up early and sleep late
Completing the vicious cicle
As dangerous as panning in the Cinta-larga Reserve
Black Alien sings the bitter life through rap and ragga
Against all plagues
Not fearing anyone
Just like a dog bites the stroking hand
[Chorus]
I shoot and stop infinity
Refueling, I move on, it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I write about
And only Jah Jah can give me a verdict

[Outro]
As the world changes because of music
I prepare steel poetry in my steel mill
A nocturnal habit inspired by Saturn
And its rings around, there is no turning back
I have always been here
In the verse, raw like sashimi
The truth will come out by childbirth
Myocardial infarction
Revolution will not be televised, nor will it come by radio
Stainless, instrumental and mental metal on jukebox
Low blow makes you lose points, just like in boxing
Prepare to dodge
Real information for the drifting people
In the land of the unproductive land