A Maldição Do Samba

Do you want to dance? Do you want to dance? Then get ready
The curse hit, danced, never stops
And it's clear, the root is embedded in the ground
From the trunk to the fruit with canabinol making the connection
And good blood, I said, good blood
There are things that invade the heart, João already said, no
No one makes samba because they prefer
No force in the world interferes with the power of creation
And manufactured in series is the wild card of the deck
Cultural resistance, damn good
And step by step it took over me
It's fine, DJ with tambourine

It strengthened my arms, opened my mind
A dignified human being, whatever happens
Hip hop Rio, a handful of samba
And you know what that is?
The curse of samba

The foreigner went up the hill and drank cachaça
Smoked marijuana and obtained grace
After the samba, his life was never the same

Show time the beat rocks the best sound in the square
The bass breaks the wall and the treble breaks the glass
In life everything passes, it's nothing that can be done
But rhyme after rhyme is not for free
Show time now knows how to dance samba
Samba samba in the foot
The percussion is electronic, the favela on the internet
The coconut is canned and the banana is with gum

The curse of samba

The flow is in the beat and the clock tic-tac
It's paper and pen, the heart went crazy
Globalized or not, I keep my ties
From hip hop to samba, it's beat by beat
Neither happy, nor anxious, nor in the most beautiful place
Nothing interferes anymore in the picture I paint
The old guard's blessing, the terreiro samba
The curse catches you in Rio de Janeiro.

The curse of samba