ConeCrewDiretoria - Revolutionaries Rasta letra (lyrics)
ConeCrewDiretoria [MCs Cert, Rany Money, Batoré, Maomé, Ari] 🇧🇷
[ConeCrewDiretoria - Revolutionaries Rasta letra lyrics]
Revolutionaries rastafari from Rio de Janeiro
Preocupado sempre
Mas nunca em ser o primeiro
Satisfeito com o que tenho
Não importa se doidão ou abstêmio
Hitchikin' in the fuckin' society
All the way to grand canyon
I don't have fawless
But, I have elevate passion
Set the fire I pass with matches
To burn down babylon many point at me
Cause, I'm just what they wanna be
But sold their soul to the system
And their integrity to the TV fuck the fame
And hail to alternative society
Killing pigs with lyrical rhymes
While they try to step on my property
Babylon politicians invading like
Fuckin' martians
Destroying the same species
Burn down forts and gardens
Killing inocents whit the pain
And between guards and then
Fame, fame, squash can squash games
Back to bitches and fame all the luxury
Just to have the fuckin' scar and pain
But explode all the shit with
The power of my words
And when I cut your wings
I wanna see you fly
Like a fuckin' bird you turd
How can you vote twice and
Approve government to the devil
It's kind of like throwing
The dice three times
Before you turn to the right
All the cancel so cancel
Mas já não dá mais para controlar
Babilônia vai tomar um mar
De sangue tá entrando
E é tu quem vai dropar!
E já não dá mais para controlar
Babilônia vai tomar um mar
De sangue tá entrando
E sou eu quem vou dropar!
É, sou eu quem vou dropar
Rastafari rastafarI don't touch what's mine
Is by my shine
But my thoughts can stop the time
You lie fly not even by the kite twice
Alright, everyone can see you in
The tv pretty nice
Satisfied, but you still can't fuckin' fly
Cause your wings are on the floor and our
Music has a hole to play dice
Back to the to the top
Hypnotic killing prodigies
Legalize marijuana is a matter of logic
And it's the green on the bong
All the way to Hong Kong
Felling numb from my ear to my funkin' tumb
Smokin' skunk, you fuckin' punk thumb
I've been drunk, high in junk
A whole fuckin' month and I don't care
I don't really give a flying fuck
I don't gamble for example in my
Life I'm out of luck
My puck never hit the net, never when I bet
When I bet on the dog
You fuckin' win with the cat
Rastafaris revolucionarios bolado com
O sistema comprado
Fato que cabo se julga soberano
No ato por ser formado
Engravatado com ar de superioridade
Pra mim é palhaço
Assassinando faraós atuais com rimas
Como pisando num rato
Tô inspirado ninguém me segura
Caralho, chame o Batmóvel, o Super Homem
Alguém muito ágil e rápido
Lartena Verde, Bart Simpson
Homer e a Mulher Gato
Ou então chama o Gato Félix e aquele
Louco lá e o tom e Jerry
Ah saí daí sua
Tartaruga ninja revolucionaria!
(Sou faixa preta)
Tartaruga ninja revolucionária!
(Mestre Spliter que me dar
Uma faixa preta já)
Ou então chama o Jack Bauer
Preocupado sempre
Mas nunca em ser o primeiro
Satisfeito com o que tenho
Não importa se doidão ou abstêmio
Hitchikin' in the fuckin' society
All the way to grand canyon
I don't have fawless
But, I have elevate passion
Set the fire I pass with matches
To burn down babylon many point at me
Cause, I'm just what they wanna be
But sold their soul to the system
And their integrity to the TV fuck the fame
And hail to alternative society
Killing pigs with lyrical rhymes
While they try to step on my property
Babylon politicians invading like
Fuckin' martians
Destroying the same species
Burn down forts and gardens
Killing inocents whit the pain
And between guards and then
Fame, fame, squash can squash games
Back to bitches and fame all the luxury
Just to have the fuckin' scar and pain
But explode all the shit with
The power of my words
And when I cut your wings
I wanna see you fly
Like a fuckin' bird you turd
How can you vote twice and
Approve government to the devil
It's kind of like throwing
The dice three times
Before you turn to the right
All the cancel so cancel
Mas já não dá mais para controlar
Babilônia vai tomar um mar
De sangue tá entrando
E é tu quem vai dropar!
E já não dá mais para controlar
Babilônia vai tomar um mar
De sangue tá entrando
E sou eu quem vou dropar!
É, sou eu quem vou dropar
Rastafari rastafarI don't touch what's mine
Is by my shine
But my thoughts can stop the time
You lie fly not even by the kite twice
Alright, everyone can see you in
The tv pretty nice
Satisfied, but you still can't fuckin' fly
Cause your wings are on the floor and our
Music has a hole to play dice
Back to the to the top
Hypnotic killing prodigies
Legalize marijuana is a matter of logic
And it's the green on the bong
All the way to Hong Kong
Felling numb from my ear to my funkin' tumb
Smokin' skunk, you fuckin' punk thumb
I've been drunk, high in junk
A whole fuckin' month and I don't care
I don't really give a flying fuck
I don't gamble for example in my
Life I'm out of luck
My puck never hit the net, never when I bet
When I bet on the dog
You fuckin' win with the cat
Rastafaris revolucionarios bolado com
O sistema comprado
Fato que cabo se julga soberano
No ato por ser formado
Engravatado com ar de superioridade
Pra mim é palhaço
Assassinando faraós atuais com rimas
Como pisando num rato
Tô inspirado ninguém me segura
Caralho, chame o Batmóvel, o Super Homem
Alguém muito ágil e rápido
Lartena Verde, Bart Simpson
Homer e a Mulher Gato
Ou então chama o Gato Félix e aquele
Louco lá e o tom e Jerry
Ah saí daí sua
Tartaruga ninja revolucionaria!
(Sou faixa preta)
Tartaruga ninja revolucionária!
(Mestre Spliter que me dar
Uma faixa preta já)
Ou então chama o Jack Bauer