Paroles et traduction Gabz - Do Batuque ao Bass

Do Batuque ao Bass

É a Gabz
Da pra dar mole não fio, o jogo é duro
Mas nós tá chegando como?
Pega a visão, pega a visão

Chegando que nem praga
No rap nós se propaga
Provando pra todo mundo que a memória não se apaga
Chegando no sapatin'
Honrando um só camin'
Se quiser colar com nós pisa no chão devagarin' (devagarin')
Não vão me abalar
Racista eu aboli
Que eles morram pra lá
E nós Mohammed Alli
Eles: The Walking Dead
E nós tamo tipo Zumbi
Vou mais fundo que raio-x
E a história cortada eu colo com durex (durex)
Isso tá mal contando (mal contando)
Sou mais Malcon X

Na nossa carne pregaram cruz
Foco no ponto que a chapa é quente (que a chapa é quente)
E eles ficaram passados
Somos o futuro e o presente (vem, vem, vem)

Julgam como Deus de Abraão
Eles tão mais pra Sônia, ai
É que eles dormem no ponto
E eu to tipo com insônia
Os boy de "bob" e eu Marley
Tomando o que é nosso de lei
Já que é pra tomar, tomei
Tey, tey, tey

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Do batuque ao bass o mundo aos nosso pés
Pregando a paz
Querendo jazz aonde só tem jaz
To correndo atrás e chego na frente com meus ancestrais
Sou magia de rua, Witch
Eles são palhaço: "IT"
Vivendo num filme de Hitcock
Quando chega os cop tragédia é Ibope
Mas nós tá no baile pique flash mob
Meu jab é o job
Salvando o dia tipo super choque
Eu to super chique
Eu sou o hip-hop
Ninguém me controla
Se cortam a cabeça eu honro a Cartola
Continuo real (real)
Ainda volto com os dólar

A essa altura do embate
Eu não vou mais perdoar
Verdade arde e não tem Mertiolate
Minhas feridas eu que vou sarar

Essa é minha sina
Sem dó mano
Nós domina
Sinto e ponho na rima
Vim pra resgatar auto-estima
Pra nós: informação
Heróis em formação
De bamba a Bambatta
Do terreiro ao tamborzão, vai

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Grave estremece
Tambor aquece
Som de quebrada
Meu batuque pesa uma tonelada
Grave estremece
Tambor aquece
Som de quebrada
Meu batuque pesa uma tonelada

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From Batuque to Bass

It's Gabz
No time to play it cool, the game is tough
But we're coming in like?
Get the vision, get the vision

Coming like a plague
In rap we propagate
Proving to the world that memory cannot be erased
Coming in smooth
Honoring one path
If you want to hang with us, step on the ground slowly (slowly)
They won't shake me
I abolished racism
May they all die over there
And we're Mohammed Ali
They're: The Walking Dead
And we're like Zombies
I go deeper than X-rays
And I put the cut history back together with duct tape (duct tape)
This is barely telling it (barely telling it)
I'm more Malcon X

On our flesh they nailed a cross
Focus on the point where the metal is hot (where the metal is hot)
And they were caught off guard
We are the future and the present (come, come, come)

They judge like Abraham's God
They're more like Sonia, oh
It's that they sleep on the point
And I'm like I have insomnia
The "bob" boys and I Marley
Taking what's ours by law
Since it was for the taking, I took it
Tey, tey, tey

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From Batuque to bass, the world at our feet
Preaching peace
Wanting jazz where there's only noise
I'm running after it and I arrive in front with my ancestors
I'm street magic, Witch
They're clowns: "IT"
Living in a Hitchcock movie
When the cops arrive, the tragedy is ratings
But we're at the party like flash mob
My jab is my job
Saving the day like Super Choque
I'm super chic
I am hip-hop
No one controls me
If they cut off my head, I honor Cartola
I stay real (real)
I'll still come back with the dollars

At this point in the battle
I will no longer forgive
Truth burns and there's no Mertiolate
My wounds I will heal

This is my fate
No mercy, man
We dominate
I feel it and put it into rhyme
I came to rescue self-esteem
For us: information
Heroes in training
From fool to Bambatta
From the terreiro to the big drum, come on

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The bass trembles
The drum warms up
Sound from the ghetto
My batuque weighs a ton
The bass trembles
The drum warms up
Sound from the ghetto
My batuque weighs a ton

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