Canão was so good, being able to talk to Dom
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That I learned from Jão how to get more joy
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Dude, always information, pure blood and good
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For drugs, a simple «no» is enough, the gift of opinion
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Life is your face, I'm good in the sound
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In the race, a spectrum, who comes out of the rojão
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Yeah, uncle, no drama, face to face with the suburb
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The mandarin, Sabote, the Maurinho, the core
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Register and put your face together, ideology never fails, wins
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There are those who produce a sound of jaão for their uncles, right, Ganja?
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Talk rotten about the neighborhood where I was born, which I liked, man
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The same vehicle to frame, remember the mines
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Woman, you are beautiful; |
us periphery
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The child shakes, jumps hopscotch
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Aguila gira, ciranda-cirandinha is a lot of bullshit
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Maybe better than less bullshit
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Brooklyn, what will become of you? |
Water the peace, I came
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Jesus was once like this, fights bring intrigue, alas
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Otherwise, silly, Zé Povinho wants my end
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If you wait, it rots
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If decomposes, if we do it, run after it
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Ask for peace, they forget
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Always like this, crocodile today only crawls on fertile soil
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Crime, gold, dollar, ball out, forget it
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The elected worms want it; |
your votes, prefer
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Infantile paralysis on the hill, grows
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He observes what prevents him from checking it
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The mother, the pivete, subject more than a foot brake
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If I'm cold, hungry, furious, thrombus, click-clack
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I know they donate, but not to the hills, to UNICEF
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Poor people forget, the older mother appears and asks
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The greater end is so soon, son, so pray
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Come on ló-, see na maló-, oh, only, even poorer than me
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Aw poor thing
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On the top, Morro da Macumba, Catarina
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No study, call
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child, altar boy
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The fear, I see, approaches
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Sometimes there's no clue, just look at that tape
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He got off the crowding, suffered slaughter
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In the pocket, an amnesty of butucão, beck do bom
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A very crazy beck and the damn, the heroine
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The tal of the Hiroshima bomb
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Here the end is made for the periphery
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Better to throw up than take
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Uncle, I will speak, obvious offense
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Blood, sweat, love and hate, stolen
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If you don't have faith, uncle, lock yourself at home
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And don't go out, turn on the TV, maybe you'll see
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Trust me, seeing me on a billboard
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They want to pick me up, see if po-
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-From, the slightest problem, know that it's maló
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I value the
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-I feel sorry for whoever comes to risk the thief's life
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The cost of life ties a knot without a knot
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Reminds me of grandma, oh, it hurts
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Child on the periphery lives without education and only
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At the mercy of death
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-two, three, Sabo--
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From vol-
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-It's for rhyme, voice right up there, that's the sign
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Destiny indicates the rush of a man
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Alternative, for children to learn, it is enough for those who teach
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This is the truth: children learn early to have character
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To distinguish your class, study Marx
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Be a martyr, sometimes a Luther King, a Sabotage
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Brooklyn, what will become of you? |
Water the peace, I came
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Jesus was once like this, fights bring intrigue, alas
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Otherwise, silly, Zé Povinho wants my end
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If you wait, it rots
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If decomposes, if we do it, run after it
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Ask for peace, they forget
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Always like this, crocodile today only crawls on fertile soil
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Eternal sabotage, bandit from the sky, Fat plus zica
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Bring the trophies, nigga, the monsters are on the track
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The kids understand that it's us
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Kids understand much more than enemies
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It's us, family
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History finally goes on
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The crime, too, from Quintino
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Or Canon, my tru--
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It comes from there, hope in each field
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Much less here, if crime drags on, it's the end
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Every story is a new beginning, right, negrim?
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For those who feel bad pain, only God
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Useful Negro left us, take care of him, Sabó
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I get confused, it's not good, for the love, forget it!
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But our old man, younger, created in him
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What remains only a memory of a dream, faces
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Fuck whoever prevents it, nigga, I know
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If it's Sabotage, press play
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Eternal, long live the best:
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Marvin Gaye, Bob Marley
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Miles Davis, 2Pac
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South Brooklyn, it's us, Sabotage
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Brooklyn, what will become of you? |
Water the peace, I came
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Jesus was once like this, fights bring intrigue, alas
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Otherwise, silly, Zé Povinho wants my end
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If you wait, it rots
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If decomposes, if we do it, run after it
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Ask for peace, they forget
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Always like this, crocodile today only crawls on fertile soil
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(Courage made me) A great fighter
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Even though I am a sufferer, I believe in love
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Love of a man who has been preaching peace
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Fasted in the desert, said "no" to Satan
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That one, yes, had determination
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Did not weaken with the brothers
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You know, there are many out there who are cowards
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They use evil, lack the truth
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End of times is approaching
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Faith is lacking, hatred grows, this is how the human being lives
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The children no longer play ball
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don't go to school anymore
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On the street, he drinks pinga and snorts cocaine
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(Life) It's what life teaches us
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You have to know how to arrive and leave
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Check it out: Brooklyn! |
(Aham) Respect is for those who have it
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brooklyn! |
(Aham) Respect is for those who have it |