Língua Dos Campeões (feat. Kamau, Rashid, Rincon Sapiência, Sir Scratch, Papillon, Holly Hood e Gson)

[Papillon]
(It's ours)
It's mine and my crew's (it's ours)
The language of God (it's ours)
The folklore swagger
Our swagger is strong, it's cool, thanks (it's ours)
Ours for sure (it's ours)
Portuguese language (it's ours)
Brazilian and Portuguese, family's together
Feast is on the table (it's ours)

Holly Hood, DJ Big, Sir Scratch, Gson, Papillon (it's ours)
DJ Nyack, Drik Barbosa, KAMAU, Rashid, Rincon (it's ours)

Champions' tongue, champions' tongue
It's a fact, more than opinions
Checkmate only with pawns
Breaking contradictions
Sons of Kings with slaves with traditions
So don't come here with translations
Rap is commitment without contracts
Brazilian and Portuguese real connection like Cristiano and Marcelo, yeah
Flow Avengers and I'm like Thor grabbing the hammer, yeah
I converse with verses and create a whole parallel universe, yeah
It's the Barcelos rooster in the same place as the yellow woodpecker
Yeah, ah

[Sir Scratch]
Uh
Like the color of progress (uh)
I impose order in the verse
You turn blue and see stars, I bring the flag
Boy Guess Who's Back
I'm foreign for those who don't understand
You fall short
Your swag doesn't convince us
I play on the mic, I only win
Conqueror like those who came to raise the red and green
I'm Cape Verde, Bissau, I'm Angola
Santola, Macau, I'm pro vér di ver
Origin of Bantu
In the corner, I raise the people's lament
Bars and six
I muddy ideas, doubts put to zero, boy
You stay credulous
And I believe that if I were Nero
I'd burn you for real, but since I'm Sir

[Rashid]
My blood comes from the pen, pen, pen
My lines are tropics, crossing the planet
My tongue is Portuguese, not a loser
I'm too much sand for your hourglass
My rap is a sledgehammer, sledgehammer, sledgehammer
Good as wine, yours is a vignette
In times of views
I'm putting the numbers to work along with my lyrics
I deliver the message like a courier
Straight from Brazil, a country of hustle
But politics is the Achilles' heel
If you slip, it's that, son, son (what?)
From the streets that narrate, I'm not a jailer
But I make you a prisoner rotting behind my bars
A game of chance like a casino, survival guaranteed
We grew up in times of violence
If only it were Tarantino
From the third world, paladin
African roots and Latin ground
Street mutt, I bite a coin
And the gate dogs barking
Tell me how much your time is worth, not your outfit
Rashid, being fit is being lit, firm on the track
While many (skrr, skrr) slip on the beat
Portugal and Brazil in the same hit
With pace in the race
Like CR7 and Neymar on the same team ay ay ay
Hmm, tough luck for the opponent

[Kamau]
I'm in this for the title, crossing borders
Jumping barriers, burning flags
I'm for the nation, not for the fraction
Come with our share and let it be whole (whole not)
No joking, no, seriously, no
Capoeira flow, first class, come
Misorou collector of this mambu
Mission of Rescue in the exchange of barter
Silent, no scandal
A quilombo forming in the shack
Language is universal
The experience in the singer's verse
They'll want to separate our link
Chain, it's over, alliance is what formed
Just to affirm, Zumbi lives in the skin I inhabit
How crazy it turned out
It bothers you to know where I came from and where I want to go
It bothers you to know what I deserve and they wanted to deny
It's tough if our kids grow up knowing
That they can do more than we could in today's world
They're understanding, watch
Pure elegance, the rhyme punches at close range
Drinking from the source, it's pure essence
That cures the absence and dissipates that anxiety
So let's go, it's time
Wakanda on the arm, my people vibranium
To darken the path more
With the shine of gold stored in our skulls

[Holly Hood]
Ay, yeah
Many are the cries yet you still toast (oh yeah)
Ay, yeah
To the conquerors from Brazil to the Indies (superbad)
Ay, yeah
There are no hills here, I've climbed hills (brrra)
Ay, yeah
Don't give to the living with our 5 corners
Boy, there's no way out for those on the road
And grab the rifle not wanting to eat anymore
'Cause you have those who smile for the photograph
Next to a kilo with the police
It's not for my writing, I swear on my life
That I tried to be real in front of the commercials
If they're for the money, G, believe
That only in Brazil are you real
I've always been