Recorded on a track, we on the cassette tape, did you live? |
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Knocking on the brass, and it took a long time, the rhymes in the palm of the hand
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No camera or flash, just action
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Whoa, whoa, whoa! |
Satisfaction (ha!)
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There, running on the PCs, bro
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The street is noiz is more than twenty years old
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Find out, and the crowd surrounds, climbs the gate
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If man, really, the emotion, check, it comes from the heart (heart)
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It saw? |
Of the eighty vinyl, how many plays until the year 2000?
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Hey Zulus, we're still kings
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Fruits and roots, trout
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Bitches, unfortunate freak out
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I fight, the MCs fight
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Short the matrix, listen
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My friend, listen to this:
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There's no way to continue if you don't know where to start
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It's natural, already, in the bus and such
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I keep cracking a dog and a soda at the terminal
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And the faith to continue, knowing how to arrive
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'Cença, here is my place, aham
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Favela to tape (a-ha!) from the trunk of the Hood (yeah!)
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Even the HD of the Emicida, remembers Nelson, mó Triumph
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Here, pure street
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Me traz Racionais MC's, south zone
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Chop Zulu Mind Possession and
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Pentagon, Thaide & DJ Um, fi'
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Today there's League of MCs, Duel of MCs
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There's Rinha dos MCs, Santa Cruz
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And I feel grateful and happy to have the guideline, you know?
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It's like they say: millstone light
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Really worth it, uncle!
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From São Bento station to Santa Cruz subway
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The street is noiz, brother
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From kids to neighbors, hip-hop is light
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Self-esteem that leads us to power
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From São Bento station to Santa Cruz subway
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The street is noiz, brother
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From kids to neighbors, hip-hop is light
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Self-esteem that leads us to power
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Then, I still remember the first time
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Real Dancers, Cambuci, one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-three
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Break and «Electric Boogie» time
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From the film Breakdance and also from Beat Street
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Good times
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Thus began the movement
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At the parties on the side of the bridge, I remember
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I remember when I thrombus the Aladdin
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O Vagnão, Mazinho, Sudus and o Flavinho
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I received a letter from Square
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If man, next year you'll be on the street with the allies, see
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At that time it was different
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Strolling through the garage parties, hot plate
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That way, always in respect
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Only in the shoe to remain subject
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Time has passed, a lot has changed
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And since the times, we haven't even spoken
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Somebody love, Radial Project
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And the city club says it's a thousand degrees
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It was the cheap millstone the Baile da Chic-Show
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At the ASA de Pinheiros, on Sunday I go, it took a while
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If man, later, I stretch to Neon
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There, the DJ Mister is in charge of the sound
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Sometimes, on Friday, I went to the Club House
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At the Kaskatas dance, which was the degree
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Don't glue playba, just go who it is
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In the Viola de Ouro, it was Zimbabwe
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The Charme Dance was from Black Mad, heh
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Circuit Power, Black News and Dynamite
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My memories forever 'so kept
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And all the moments of this long walk
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Because, at that time, I had no investment
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And the kids ran from the PM in São Bento, old
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Let the funk play, the sound can't stop
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The prom is a function, I want to see the DJ scratch
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Because every Wednesday there's Santana Samba, there's
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It's SP DJs, only those who are bamba come
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From São Bento station to Santa Cruz subway
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The street is noiz, brother
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From kids to neighbors, hip-hop is light
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Self-esteem that leads us to power
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From São Bento station to Santa Cruz subway
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The street is noiz, brother
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From kids to neighbors, hip-hop is light
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Self-esteem that leads us to power (aham)
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From São Bento station to Santa Cruz subway
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The street is noiz, brother
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From kids to neighbors, hip-hop is light
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Self-esteem that leads us to power
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From São Bento station to Santa Cruz subway
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The street is noiz, brother
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From kids to neighbors, hip-hop is light
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Self-esteem that leads us to power
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Ouch |