Favela Vive 3 (feat. Choice, Djonga, Menor do Chapa e Negra Li)

[DK]
If you don't stop acting tough, my crew comes and stops you
If you don't embrace the talk, the talk comes and embraces you
Man, the cops fart to climb in the wee hours
Always schedule operations with the daycare door crowded
Another angry mother, a question without an answer
How did the cop not see your school uniform?
Vinícius is hit with a backpack on his back
How am I going to shout that the Favela Lives now?
Cocielo made a joke, but in the alley no one laughed
He was teaching racism to a child audience
I swapped 'fuck you' for 'the guy who left'
And came with the truck driver flow to stop Brazil
Only my loyal ones to close, I leave it in God's hands
I only regret the enemy, they're all in my hands
I don't endorse screw-ups, no hugs for messing up
I only run for what's right, I'm the one who can't make mistakes
They're asking for intervention in the middle of an election year
Don't you understand how this works until today?
The army going up to kill inside the favela
But the cocaine comes from the senators' farm

[Djonga]
From Pedro Cabral to Sérgio Cabral
People, you gave Red Bull to the snake
Building substantial changes
Scene mason without charging you or labor, yeah
Left from there, right from here
And the people keep going strong in the center
Where the sadness of abuse is for the majority
And the pleasure of climaxing is left for 1%
A buddy of mine got arrested for stealing butter, yeah
Got out of the slammer, wanted to rob a bank
That kind of thief, legs for those who have
Bullet lodged in the knee, today they call you lame
My dad told me: Watch out with that fanny pack and that blonde hair
Son, you're not white
Everyone dressed the same, but the cops looked at you differently, I only regret
In the back seat you'll feel the jolt
For the rich girls it's only progress, Vans soles
And the girls around here don't even have shoes
Most with full bellies, if only it were food
And the mother of the child of a train member
But we smile when money falls
Green smoke, if it's green gamma
When the Rooster wins
Or when she says Djonga's got the knack
I know, I know
It seems like we only get hit
But put yourself in my place and suppose that
In the 21st century, every 23 minutes a young black man dies
And you're black like me, little black one
Wouldn't you be worried?
I know well what you thought from there
You weren't praying, must be idle
But the kid was coming back from work
They said the shot was just premature
In addition, missing the friends who are gone
P.J.L. for the brothers in the slammer

[Menor do Chapa]
I can't say everything I know
Passed the barricade, here we make the laws
Square formed, beak crossed, I'm already overnight
I play rounds to pass the time
There's only suicide bombers in the paranoia
Tried to catch me in Troy
But couldn't keep up with my thoughts
Your shot was accurate, but hit my vest
BMW bike on the run is like a rocket
Forget the helmet because now it's just grenades
The few here are crazy and won't back down for anything
Advanced management, intelligent, but it's all of a sudden
The weather closes in, the AK is thunder
Whisky, balloon, the wind changes, it's in the weather forecast
That the Glock will make it rain bullets
Just have faith in the Father, the enemy falls
The troop is on the track dressed in Calvin Klein
I fear for the lives of the kids who admire me
Thinking that in the favela you only win through anger
And being watched through the lens of a sight
Being the target of envy or the tongue that conspires
I'm always in the infra and quick with the cowards
Snitches and gossips are killing more than AIDS
The iPhone generation uses drones and designer clothes
Technology in favor of these scoundrels
Maybe they'll catch me on the wire, talking to the whores
And the crime stays only on BBM
Instinct survives the traps, I camouflage in the crowd
And disappear aboard a Porsche Cayenne

[Lord]
Between crime and rap
Click-clack
A sound is born, a kid dies
Sad story without a snap
Those who want war want peace
You want songs about weapons
I write about traumas
For ears that have souls
What's this?
The armored shot that hit Marcos Vinícius
Lying there, no video referee
And you want to sustain the hype
Compare the best flow
Saw three Favela Lives and didn't see how much it cried
I stopped to breathe for a moment
But when I looked at the sky I only saw tracer shots
I thought: My God, if only they were shooting stars
That the blood that spilled wasn't from an innocent
It would be enough
Evangelicals and bandits
Who look like bandits
Some of us preach faith, we're divided
Same race, same blood, same color
Dying for what's worthless
And I didn't fit in this picture
I write a disrespect
The responsibility is mine, no bail
The robbery teachers
At the Favelado's House
Search the kids' backpacks
The evil gang passed by
And I said: Today I'm not going
I need to write a massacre
Tell my girl I'll be late today
And keep our kids where the police can't reach

[Choice]
(I came from Atalaia)
(I came from the favela)
From Atalaia, envy and falsehood in the world of crime
Champagne and team jerseys, that's how the wave starts
Who holds a rifle when the kid dreamed of being a player
But, without money, he doesn't take off
Without money there are few choices
The favelado in the favela lives inside a bubble
The favelado in the favela lives and survives in it
I'm the favelado who lives for the favela, damn it!
The school failed me a grade, but the street approved me to represent it
If the siren signals pain, shoot the flare to show that today is war
I killed the president so the people would rebel
I shouted: Marielle, present!, this bullet also hurts me
And this shot hurts every resident who had a frustrated dream
And only those who are will feel it
And I preach faith, regardless of belief
It's our pain that feeds the press reports
Tell me, what does it cost to ask for permission?
Gunfire scares you, but the exchange of looks with me is more tense
My buddy Play was locked up for eighteen years
When I was eighteen, he told me: Crime doesn't pay
I replied that I'm one of those who believes that thinking about victory will make you win
Think about the packed Gaiola Ball, the chicks playing, the guys making money
My show announced, a poet at the top, a rich favelado
The humiliated will be exalted!
They give us weapons and drugs, and ask us why we're bandits and why we shoot
Stay far away from us, let us handle it
We have everything we need
(From Atalaia!)

[Negra Li]
Who hasn't felt discriminated against by someone?
Twenty years ago, I sang peace
But, since then, we've only gone backwards
By the way
I respect the new generation
Only those who were there, at that time, know the way, what was done
The suffering we went through
Several guys, thousands, without the cloths
But respectful attitude (that way)
Hey
The strike is serious, I know
Time is short, I gave
The best of me up to there
I'll keep singing
Time will pass
You'll remember Negra here
Right idea, straight talk, no mystery
Money itself doesn't make the empire
Your legacy, your honor, your merit
I hope
Country I want, progress
The youth in Brazil being taken seriously
Those who strive, toil, never lose the fight
I know (I know)
Maintain your conduct
That's the law