Today everyone wants to gather some money
Watch a movie about Ogum and not Odin
Many want to be black as ink
Without the struggle, they want the password and the login
Carrying gold without firing the guns
A Rolex showing what time it is
I won't have the privilege of a Vatican
If I steal, they won't say I'm a sanctuary
Han, ai, ai, it's a jargon
Too many black lines I write with charcoal
Vain like a peacock
Huge locks, I have to be a cliché
It's the superpower, survivors of a super fierce era (ai, ai)
There's a lot missing, but my son sees the black faces as superhero references

And the slums want to level up, they only gave UPP
You can see, in the DNA, TNT and it's not the TV channel
That every brother in motion, can be at the same time
Best or worst of all times
We are from where the Marias die alone
Where the Christs are born and the narco kings bring powder, crack, loló
Years are 2000, the combs of 90
Regardless of the season, damn the climate always heats up
Rap is for everyone, blacks, whites, rich, poor
Ok, but we know which side dies
So without makeup I made the blacks find themselves beautiful in front of the mirror
Loving themselves in their own way, doing it our way
And never in any way (never, never)
That's the way it is
My brothers at work Nepotism is bullshit
This is the organized ghetto Prr, prr, faith

Better get used to it
They'll have to adapt
The blacks spending the money
Without worrying
And to contradict your plans
We won't stay behind bars
United, strengthening ourselves
Hey, who's coming there

And if in your turn to be God, the whole world is atheist? (screwed)
Go ahead, pass the vision, Morpheus (fact is)
This world is already dead (bird)
Dreamers are, at most, corpse makeup artists
Between dixie flags, I'm take six
While I buy vip chairs to watch the apocalypse
Fucked up duality, save the moth that attacks the caste
Stalls and drags my quality of life
That's it, quality of life, good prize
Enough depression, my buddy, I'm already the Grand Canyon
You really push the poles apart, contrast, control
While I toast with the poison and play Han Solo
I plan the plan, the guys, and sing the scheme
Triumph, if it's not collective, it's from the system
I survive the like, the seal, the Macri, the Depatri
And I open continental distance, call me Acre
Cruise altitude and fuck the vertigo
Nanã told me "I also came from the mud, zica, preface, origin"
It's not easy, the fate is rancorous and everything I touch
Turns into a fuck where only the slum enjoys

Uh, this here is like soccer, you have to have guts
War in Brazil is not tank, it's terrace
Some guys with ParaFAL hunting
If the cops pass, it's just a burst of raisins
The boy questions me if he sees me in a car
Son of a bitch, never paid me a cigarette
In the pool games of life, I was Rui Chapéu
Yeah, not to spin like eight ball
Like her, I'm black, with the white part
And my white part is the one of the Portuguese bastard who raped my ancestor
So let's talk about the future
Get ready to see black without killing and without stealing in your newspaper
People get lost in the white, they misunderstood the saying "to dust we shall return"
May you never lack the desire to live
Since the worst impotent is the one who doesn't want to fuck
Portrait of society is the kid with
iPhone 7 on the waist to take seven shots
Confused by seven cops
On the seventh day, his crown still cries
If the ghetto is a wave today, don't try to surf, bro
You'll end up submerged
They ask how I entered history in two years
It must be because I put 23 in the verses

Better get used to it
They'll have to adapt
The blacks spending the money
Without worrying
And to contradict your plans
We won't stay behind bars
United, strengthening ourselves
Hey, who's coming there

Hey, because I'm full of wanting
Money is little for us
More ammunition and a faster engine
More elegance and love, less envy
Hmm, long live God, long live funk
My thief face
Catch the vision, it's your eyes, baby
For the black and for the green
The black here doesn't just want food
Differences aside
Some want more jobs, entertainment and art
I particularly want a G3
I'll go with Maseratti and ParaFAL, 2-2-3
I speak, 40 acts, 400 horses
While I make love in the four corners
A thousand things in this feat, I love this beat
The sky is the limit, I'll go, let's go

Better get used to it
They'll have to adapt
The blacks spending the money
Without worrying
And to contradict your plans
We won't stay behind bars
United, strengthening ourselves
Hey, who's coming there

I don't know if it's my color
Or if it's my way of walking
There's always a detector
Wanting to stop me
And I don't know if it's my color
Or if it's my way of walking
There's always a detector
Wanting to stop me
I bought a car and put that Sem Parar
But the cops have a habit of always stopping me, stopping, stopping
I bought a car and put that Sem Parar
But the cops have a habit of always stopping me, stopping, stopping

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