O Mundo É Nosso (feat. BK)

Black man, white hell, like Tarantino
White man, Bantu hell, like he's tyrannical
The kids are desperate, like shooting
I want to save the world, she asks: Are you kidding?
It's that the streets remind me of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
They try to steal, it's the electric fence massacre
And rap worries about the people or worries about the metrics
But the octopus tentacles are what will sink you
And the judging eye needs to go on a diet
Or one of us will be at the crime scene
And I just want me and my girl in line at the movies
Watching the movie of my victory
I'm of your race, man, it's our victory
They were already a farce, let's tell our story
Quilombos, favelas, in the future we will be kings, Charles
We will be the most beautiful black woman at this ball, charm
The wisest old black woman, children the key
They are a padlock, they used to be chains, you know?
The dark side of the force, I kill with my saber
I cut you with my saber

Like it's night, you see everything black
Like a blackout, you see everything black
They are my brothers, my sisters
My brothers, my sisters, yeah
The world is ours, huh
Like the night, you see everything black
Like a blackout, you see everything black
They are corner songs, of kings and queens
Yeah, the world is ours

I said it, blacks at the top, and I was serious
Like BK, see me as an example
My hood in the dumps, my city off the map, man
For my brothers, I am an example, I wasn't born white
To be frank, I wasn't born rich
Even so, Paty wants to sit
I'm electric, I have resistance in me
I'm DV Afrotribo putting an end to the competition
Making money like a Scorsese Casino
Spending money like Until Luck Do Us Part
Brothers get high, thinking: Until death do us part
And the boy's crystal ball is a Campari cup
And the hill cries, despair and there's still mud there
Mayor says: The Lord is my shepherd, but nothing will be paved
Everything will be lacking, you will compromise
To consume doses of joy, and won't pay
It's the Man on the Road every day
And knows the answer, what is clear and salty
The youngest live burning out
Can't read or write and knows the name of the delegate
Let's be Abraham Lincoln, independence
With the skin of Barack Obama
Let's be Tupac Shakur, Afeni Shakur
Find the cure for our insecurity
Every rifle bullet is a tear from Oxalá
But not in the street, not in the hands of the cops
On the waist was a cell phone and they mistake it for a gun

Like it's night, you see everything black
Like a blackout, you see everything black
They are my brothers, my sisters
My brothers, my sisters, yeah
The world is ours, huh
Like the night, you see everything black
Like a blackout, you see everything black
They are corner songs, of kings and queens
Yeah, the world is ours