175 Recreio

(RanyMoney)
And now that the traffic is very slow, I remember
That suffering on the bus, I have to go to downtown
I veto, because the fare increases with each new shift
I hang out with the thugs to report from the studio
And I swear, that reading a book, I can't stand this heat anymore
Stuck in traffic on Niemeyer Avenue
But all of them don't want to, but fall into the illusion of money
And if I were the boss, the solution wouldn't be the bus
I know it's a big delay and chance is what awaits me
Wind, in my window, the most beautiful of Ipanema
On the sand, I know the situation is not ugly
Thoughts that surround, if I throw it, I'll be
And the bus is crap, seems to have no engine
It's been over an hour and I'm still at Arpoador
But for me, the situation is not at all nice
If it weren't for the cops lighting up in Copacabana

It's very dangerous in the city where I live
From the 175, I see Christ being captured
So I ask God, to guide the light
To a shelter
Protect everyone, even from the air they breathe

(Batoré)
The nightmare of the square, the driver is a demon
I pass through the turnstile, holding onto my girl
Like Romeo and Juliet, lost in my planet
I drop some names with a pen, the conductor loses his mind
But I never give up, I see the Sugarloaf and Christ
If the police arrive, I duck, step, no one wants to take that risk
Mouth here turns into a snack, just need to record my album
I make a sound in the back of the bus, the girls like it, I wink
From the little kiss, pinch, I continue rhyming
I pretend it's a dream, I'm convinced you're just noticing when you see everyone passing by
The kid is diving, the passenger looks and points and you're still hanging around
Pastime of the trip, looking out the window is a trip
Like a short film that you see changing the image
Savvy seller, sells his products without losing steam
You're a rat but the thug is more, sneaks in from behind

(McCert)
Talked about me, talked too much, talked about the other guys
I want peace, in my city you have to be shrewd, peace!
Torturing your lost children, I saw them because suicide
Is a dark shortcut for those who are suffering
Cold, I feel in the middle of the river, then I laugh
Infinite punishment, taking with a winch, sinister episode
Survived but still alive, far from the trash
It's alternative and progressive hip hop, without working capital
If you go through the yellow line, the view is not beautiful, there's a stray bullet
Gaza strip, in the line of fire, a fallen bullet, bandit on the track, suffering family
Hunger in the square and the stomach growls, being put in your life on the track
Son of a bitch, homicidal pact, irritates those left in the hands of the police
Hit the daughter, messed with the rain
I won't keep my posture for the fucking patrol car
It hinders my fight, smoking pure, pure
Reality is more in my city, it's just falsehood
Just Rastafarian but I'll fight to survive, it's just trickery

(RanyMoney)
My hut is far, no zip code, no address
I won't swim and die on the beach going back to Recreio
I see that's the way and the bus isn't even full
If comfort told me it would be fine today, it would be very ugly
If there were only thieves in the tunnel shift, my scream is full
At least the traffic flows, I can move on
I can already see Christ but not with open arms
You smoke but I set fire towards Flamengo
Of the friends I remember always attentive at the foot of the stairs
That it was dawn out in the open around Lapa
The kid who gets lost in the can like the dredge I bring
Catch your boat, trade it, it's less respected connected
In agreements we've long forgotten the purposes
In the mentions intoxicated by toxic gases
Your talents don't work, they've been uncovered, you failed
With your phone tapped