Control S Dor - Gog

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela na tela, computa a dor

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela nas teclas do computador

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela na tela, computa a dor

Atirei no impulso, já com a batalha em curso

A carabina trava, agora quem me salva

O rádio não fala, transmissão falha

Traído pelo amuleto, sniper do gueto

Meu covil curtiu, lombrou até as 6 da manhã

Apagou, capotou, não tomou café da manhã

Dormiram todos amontoados

Só eu de pé, tomei café gelado

Acordaram no susto

Correria, aquele entra e sai

Bala acertou: ai!

Soldado controla a dor e vai

Deus é mais, livre minha derme do verme

De boina preta e bota, dedo em riste, gerente resiste

Conhecimento da área facilita o controle

Cara sorrindo imitando emoji, mãe

Ainda não foi hoje, cada beco e viela

Cada currutela, nasci pra ela

Sou vulgo, desse sugo, a transversal e a paralela

Passou um tempão fora da área

Justo depois do susto, sobe com a cara de lei áurea

Cada barraco, o seu fraco, lacrado, porta, cortina

Jogatina, trocou cabeça, soprou guilhotina

Rapa vai riscar do mapa, deixar só a capa

Pneu aqueceu frango frito, tá servido na chapa

Catinga vem, subiu, divertiu, livre fuzil

Dali, Salvador, Brasil

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela nas teclas do computador

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela na tela, computa a dor

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela nas teclas do computador

Control S dor, control S dor

A favela na tela, computa a dor

Control S pain, control S pain

The slum on the screen computes the pain

Control S pain, control S pain

The favela on the computer keys

Control S pain, control S pain

The slum on the screen computes the pain

I shot on impulse, with the battle already in progress

The carbine locks, now who saves me

Radio does not speak, transmission fails

Betrayed by the amulet, ghetto sniper

My lair liked it, it hung until 6 am

Blacked out, overturned, didn't have breakfast

They all slept in a heap

I was the only one standing, I drank iced coffee

Woke up scared

It would run, that one comes in and out

Bullet hit: ouch!

Soldier controls the pain and goes

God is more, free my dermis from the worm

Wearing a black beret and boots, a finger raised, the manager resists

Knowledge of the area facilitates control

Guy smiling imitating emoji, mother

It wasn't today, every alley and alley

Each currutela, I was born for her

I'm common, from this sugo, the transversal and parallel

It's been a while outside the area

Right after the fright, he goes up with the face of a golden law

Each shack, its weak, sealed, door, curtain

Gambling, switched heads, blew guillotine

Rapa will wipe it off the map, leave only the cover

Tire heated fried chicken, it's served on the plate

Catinga comes, went up, had fun, free rifle

Dalí, Salvador, Brazil

Control S pain, control S pain

The favela on the computer keys

Control S pain, control S pain

The slum on the screen computes the pain

Control S pain, control S pain

The favela on the computer keys

Control S pain, control S pain

The slum on the screen computes the pain