Capítulo 4, Versículo 3 [English translation]

60% of the youth from the outskirts without a criminal record have already suffered police brutality

For every 4 people killed by the police, 3 are black

In Brazilian universities, only 2% of the students are black

Every 4 hours, a young black person dies violently in São Paulo

Now it's Primo Preto talking, another survivor

My intention is bad

Empty the place

I'm on top, I'm in the mood

One, two to shoot

I'm way worse than what you're seeing

The black here has no pity

It's 100% poison

The first time it goes boom, on the second it goes pop

I have a mission and I won't stop

My style is heavy and makes the ground tremble

My word is worth a shot and I have a lot of ammo

In the fall or rise, my attitude goes beyond

I have a disposition for evil and for the good

Maybe I'm a sadist

Or an angel

A magician

A judge or the defendant

A thug from heaven

Rascal or sucker

Bloody priest

Sniper if necessary

Revolutionary

Insane

Or marginal

Old and modern

Immortal

The border between heaven and hell

The unpredictable mood

Like a heart attack

In the back

Violently peaceful

Truthful

I've come to sabotage your reasoning

I've come to unsettle your nervous and blood system

It's still not enough for me

Brown mad dog

First thing of the day

Suburban terrorist

one-two-three

What I have for you

Is a poisonous rap or a burst of vomiting

And the prophecy was as predicted

1997 after Christ

The black fury resurrects once more

Racionais chapter 4 - verse 3

Hallelujah Hallelujah

Racionais in the air, motherfucker,

It's cold in São Paulo

It's always good for me

I'm on the street with a cap and a sweatshirt

dim dim dom

Rap is the sound

That emanates from the brown opal

And then

Call Guilherme

Call Vander

Call Dinho

And Gui

Marquinho will call Éder, let's go

If the other bros come as well, for order

Better

Who's who in billiards on dominoes

Two brothers came

One waved at me

With a satin jacket

With tennis shoes, jeans

Hey brown, get out

Don't go, don't come

It's not worth going with one of these guys

Last night I saw on the asphalt

Swallowing death, breathing life to the top

Oh, the guys are only on the powder, skin or bone

At the bottom of the well, the dude brings it in his pocket

You see, no one is more than nobody

You see, you see, they're our brothers too

More than cocaine or crack

Whisky or cognac

The bros die quickly without becoming someone

But who am I to speak

To someone who snorts or smokes

I can't even

I never gave you fucking anything

You smoke whatever comes

Block your nose

Drink everything you see

Making the devil happy

You'll end up like the other bro

Who was a type A black

No one entered in one

With style

With Calvin Klein pants

And Puma shoes

A humble way of being

On the job and on the parties

Enjoyed funk

Played some ball

Looked for his black (woman) at the school gate

An example for us, having attitude, being the one

But he started going with the white guys from the mall

"It's over"

Oh man, another life, another style

Only elite chicks

It's a party, many drinks

With a hooker

All of that shit

Limitless sex

Sodom and Gomorrah

It's been nine years

About fifteen days ago I saw the bro

You need to see

Asking for cigarettes to dudes in the corner

Teeth all messed up

Pocket without any change

The dude stinks

The women are afraid

Very crazy that it happened so early

Now he isn't a danger anymore

Addict

Sick

Fucked up

Harmless

One day a black policeman came to get me

He said that he'd put me in my place

I see a bro in these conditions: I can't

Is this how I should be?

Brother, the demon fucks everything around him

Through the radio, newspaper, magazine and outdoor

Offers you money, talks calmly

Contaminates your character, steals your soul

And then throws you in deep shit alone

Transforms a type A black into a n*gga

My word relieves your pain

Lightens my soul

Praise be my lord

To not let this brother here go crazy

And to not beat up no crook

Let no motherfucker ignore my law

Racionais chapter 4, verse 3

Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Racionais in the air, motherfucker

Four minutes passed and no one has seen it

A monster was born somewhere in Brazil

Maybe a bro who works under the oil-dirty car

Who faces the car in a strong fever with blood in his eyes

The bro who delivers an envelope in a whole sunny day

Or who sells chocolate traffic light to traffic light

Maybe the guy who defends the poor in court

Or maybe looks for a new life on the conditional

Someone with a wooden room reading with candlelight

Listening to an old radio at the end of a cell

Or of a black royal family like I am

A warrior prince who defends the goal

I don't change but I don't delude myself

The fucking dumb bros have it, I know everything

In exchange for money and a good position

There's bros who dance and even use lipstick

Lot's of guys like us shit talk for everyone to laugh

Ah ah, for the white guy to applaud

Yeah, in your area there are worse people

Each one, each one: you feel alone

There's bros who'll point a pistol at you and, c'mon

Exploding your face for an old tape player

Click Bang Bang Bang and it ends

Without pity and pain

Who gives a fuck about your color

Clean the blood from your shirt and go fuck yourself

You know why? where you're going to? why?

Going from bar to bar

Corner to corner

Getting 50 bucks

Trading it for cocaine

Alas, the movie has ended for you

The bullet isn't a blank one

There's no stunt double here

For the bros from Baixada Fluminense until Ceilândia

I know, the roads aren't like Disneyland

From Guaianazes to the far south of Santo Amaro

Being a type A black is expensive

It's hard, it's hard watching a commercial and seeing

That you can't have that for yourself

Playboy full of earrings: fucking asshole

Stolen from inside your car on Avenida Reboças

A chain for the women

The women with purses

Money: I didn't have a dad, I'm not a heir

If I was that guy who humiliates himself at the traffic light

For less than R$ 1

My chance was slim

But if I were that kid in a cap

That triggers and sticks the barrel in your mouth

From the streets with no clothes, you and your girl

One, two

You never saw me, I'm gone in the fog

But no, I'm still alive

I don't follow the mystique

Twenty seven years being an outlier

Your TV commercial doesn't fool me

I don't need status nor fame

Your car and money don't seduce me

Not even your whore with blue eyes

I'm just a Latin-American boy

Supported by more than 50 thousand bros

Side effect that your system has done

Racionais chapter 4, verse 3

• Artist:Racionais MC’s
• Album:Sobrevivendo no Inferno