| It's OK? |
| In peace, I came back
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| It doesn't even come with a perreco
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| Who trembles, nothing else
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| The streets, for responsibility, whoever wants, reaches
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| Yeah, gotta fight, come on
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| This one I will see
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| It immediately involves my name
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| I'm south, I'm programmed to die
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| I know it's common to take some falls, let's go
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| Nothing like a good rap on the hill, how crazy
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| I won't let the sadness go to my head
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| I'm in these, I'm commanding the sound
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| Where do I go, anyway, I've suffered, I haven't given up
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| In the faith of God, I go strong
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| Anyone who knows me well knows: I only say what I know
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| In those of those who always act (it's not a trip)
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| Culture grows, so
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| The commitment says: the rap will do more refinement
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| Asking for peace from the father to the people
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| I don't want to see again
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| Rival families, firearms
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| Maloca is a favela, many want to own it
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| Both together despise her
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| Having a good home is a whitefly
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| If you check, they will say that you only know how to complain
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| Nothing has changed around here
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| Listening goose, Zé Povinho, save yourself
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| One false step is the end
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| Nobody solves your problem
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| It is obvious that the system is cruel
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| (Tastes like gall)
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| But it's azica, so
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| Just to value our culture, thief
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| Hold on, brother, it's pure vision
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| One two three four
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| Arrive as I did and be respected
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| (But it's azica)
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| It's like that, well, a team, south side
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| Rap grows, is part of the team
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| Here at Brooklin, I follow and I am
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| And I will remain happy, I got used to it
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| I'll only sleep after one the blue whiting
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| See, the neighbor, Zé Povinho, improvising
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| What for? |
| Receive, I know you don't sleep
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| React, don't hide
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| Is present, free to follow
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| Resistant, smooth and always
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| always be humble
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| we should be like this
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| The corner is delusional
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| I saw the man who doesn't sleep
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| A guy who shoots and some
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| See werewolf, destroy until the end
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| He wavered, or! |
| sang to go up
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| It's the dog world, only disappointment, this life
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| Favela, our option
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| It's only if you have malice
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| Perhaps, a disaster, the weight of evil
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| I cannot travel, nor forget reality
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| Calm down, turn on the radio
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| From home or else from car
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| In a matter of time, the rap will involve you
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| Will have the attitude capable of understanding
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| Better is that man who honors his virtue
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| Lord, I'm always alive
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| In the shoe, I go far
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| I don't need a foreman, I give my blood
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| My mother is gone, my children are coming
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| They grew up in the poison
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| On Morro do Piolho
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| Goodbye, Xambau, Moreno
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| Not new, my stuff
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| riots
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| You reminded me:
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| I can't book a cap
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| I'll only go to the bust if it's really good tape
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| Wow, in cane it still goes, but it lies, it's a field
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| By the center of Santo Amaro, Brooklin-South
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| Children ask for the neighborhoods, one by one
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| And never forgets, when you grow up
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| Like what Bang told me
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| It's suddenly hot, the climate is enveloping
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| The rap in the local, it's chaos, it's normal
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| Who pays a dick, who riots in general
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| The master signed the rap
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| My kids have fun
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| I notice their way when I hear a sound from Rex
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| Forget it, it's good, like in the Cannon
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| Rap is the sound, yeah, ja
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| Dominates parties, shakes the floor
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| Have fun and give money
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| Making only culture, sowing the sound of the streets
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| Believe me, we are active and continue
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| (Go on, go on, go on)
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| Ah, but it's azica, so
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| Just to value our culture, thief
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| Hold on, brother, it's pure vision
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| One two three four
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| Arrive as I did and be respected
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| But it's azica, so
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| Just to value our culture, thief
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| Hold on, brother, it's pure vision
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| One two three four |