Ano de Copa (feat. MC Joãozinho VT e MC Kako)

[MC Hariel]
In every favela, thousands of dreams
Each favela resident is a universe in crisis
Even amidst the crisis, I saw eyes of hatred
In that look of hatred, happy hearts
And have you thought if they wanted to help?
Others with the drug suitcase dribbling more than Neymar
Running from hunger and cold or from the police raids
Just like Vinícius Júnior dreaming of winning a Champions League

World Cup year, we paint the street in the favela
Every week they arrive washing it with blood
If the death caravan passes by, hide from it
Get out of the way so you don't become a suspect to the trafficker
They pass by several here and nothing changes
When it's election time, they come to change the focus
Each region they turn into a dispute
And the bones of the trade are always our bones

[MC Hariel]
But if only the shot to the head was just for information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn't drop bombs to see the destruction

If only the shots to the head were just for information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn't drop bombs to see the destruction

[MC Joãozinho VT]
Go to Alphaville, many building owners
While the homeless have no right to a roof
If the rent is expensive, imagine the rest
How can I go to the market if my balance is zero?

Hey, politician? You should be on minimum wage
Teaching to value the teachers
Because if I followed your steps, I would become a thief
Look at the example: Operation Car Wash and the Mensalão scandal

[MC Joãozinho VT]
If the shot to the head was just for information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they wanted the same good for this nation
They wouldn't drop bombs to see the destruction

But if only the shot was just for information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they wanted the same good for this nation

[MC Kako]
And since 1997 I've been around
Working hard and crushing cans so you can come and say
That everything I have, that I've achieved
In this damn hard and suffering life I owe to you
I'm just another son of José who woke up early to see
That the Sun shining over there doesn't bring what he wants
That the hand that shows and offers, always forgets us
But we say a prayer and make things happen

I have the shine of a winner for some crazy ones
If it's a criminal, psychopath or bum
Hey, to the kid's face, say it's 157
But if it were, it would be rust in your face and little talk
Put on that Adoniram's song, see who's the black one
Tip of the pen runs and makes you even scared
It's the unemployment benefit, it's my only job
And whoever goes to march against it better get out of the way

So tell me, my buddy, hey buddy, what do you need?
To fill your belly or one more to get high?
Make one for your behavior, listen and get moving
It's a verse to save lives, but without the Anvisa seal
But if it's bad for the scoundrel, imagine for the fool
If it's bad for the comedy, imagine for the crazy one
It's the hustler and the stoner in the same scenario
And the day they tell the truth, rust will turn into gold

[MC Kako]
And if only the shot to the head was just for information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn't drop bombs to see the destruction

[MC Hariel]
But if only the shot was just for information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn't drop bombs to see the destruction