Brasil Colônia (feat. Fábio Brazza, Sant, Sid e Gog)

[Nissin]
Here comes the truth
Hey, until when Brazil Colony?
Until when, until when Brazil Colony?
Until when, until when? Hey

Here comes the truth amidst the loss
Those who can, Odebrecht those who have sense
People divided in a party war
Brazil Colony, next chapter
Independence never happened here
And the poor people continue to be slaves
The government steals every penny from you
And the Pension Plan is the Sexagenarian
Cabral's war
Portugal didn't discover Brazil
Meritocracy without basic education
Modern slavery, colonial era
In August, folklore in the colony
Saci Pererês and electronic voting machines
I've named names
Vote wrong, then don't complain later
Oh well, the chain around the worker's neck
And now they want to stage a coup
I'll leave two messages before I forget
I'm not left-wing and I don't vote for Bolsonaro

[Fabio Brazza]
Since a long time ago, a long atrocious time
Almost since Pero Vaz, never had a chance or a voice
From the slums to the lighthouses
Oppressed since the Portuguese and Spanish
Many cons, few pros, the bill continues for us
The same burden, 500 years later
Since Dom Pedro the First, Brazil is a third world
Since Dom Pedro the Second, we are still controlled by others
Longing for the thirteenth salary
But in inequality, we are still among the worst
Loans in money and who caused the damage?
The sons of Columbus or the sons of Quilombo, who are the heirs?
Once chained to the white man
Now in the bank account
Murders follow color patterns
Frank thoughts and Marielles Franco attract sharpshooters
But tired of hearing orders from the colony masters
The servants have become masters of ceremonies
And brought a new chain of thought
Knowledge is empowerment against oppressors
The cry for independence is recited every day
In poetry gatherings, but in this picture
We don't see a man on a white horse
We see women and young black people from the outskirts
Writing their own emancipation letter
Education is the new abolition of slavery
And every verse on paper
The certainty that culture liberates more than Princess Isabel's signature!

[Sant]
(Tears of blood flow from the children of this land and irrigate this land
Children ask for comfort and the motherland isolates itself
Let the orphans cry far away
On the margins of what matters, power to preference
May God help me (Lázaro)
Because I'm not politicized
The left and the right are two wings of the same bird
Racists, sexists, homophobes, ethnocentrists stroll
For six centuries, six centuries, and only we pass
There were more than 6 billion deaths
Burned files, reasons
Burned motivations and we are still alive
But they burned my ancestors, poison in the books
What has been, won't return, but who said we got rid of it?
And the spiritual quotas, who yields?
Or rather, who takes on this commitment
To rebalance the natural order of the universe?
This is the Revolt of the Whip in verse
If you felt uncomfortable, then adjust the cap
Because I hit the beat to not break your face
Intolerance stinks, ignorance is fever
Unfortunately, until when sick Brazil?

[Sid]
I can no longer see the difference between today and '64
The dictatorship continues here
They only counterfeit freedom, change the paint and swap the frame borders
And there are so many frames within the rhyme circles
That our revolt makes rap inappropriate
And I ask the police: Until when will this go on?
And I sing to try to change the stupid laws like Jânio Quadros
Repression has clothes, uniforms follow fashion
It's hard to think that those who should protect are the ones bothering
The anger is just a drop and the revolution is a glass
And it's no coincidence that the election is in the World Cup year
Neymar enters the field and the people go crazy
But no one cares if there will be culture in the favela
Today, rap saves more than the police car
That frames the mouth, grabs the scale and takes it to sniff at the city hall
Almost every politician is from the same bag
Better, they sniff from the same bag
And worse, to think that every four years it's the same shit
It's time to act, complaining about this is annoying, oh
We are activists of the asphalt
Those who fight for others will never have a day off
And we won't rest until cases like Marielle and Olga stop happening
Police are bad at helping, but good at accusing
And when it's time to set up a setup, who will be there?
Militia is good at kidnapping, it looks like Baghdad
And the pace is massacre in every break like Maricá (it marked me)
The Brazilian is born wearing handcuffs
But for those with money, that's not a problem
But for those born without money, I recommend studying
Intelligence is still the greatest revolution against the system

[Gog]
I am
Sant's healthy cream
Sid from my city
Hot plate Brazza
Nissin our cause
Opposition throws stones more than a catapult
The coffin looks beautiful for the buried body
If being a whore is surrendering for money
What about those who sold Brazilian soil?
Brazil Colony is just insomnia for the poor
Land and luxury for immigrants from the 19th century
Among tapirs and hyenas, in the jungle I keep going
They made me memorize, but never love the anthem
Protagonist in the scene, omission in the mission condemns
Anti-system, GOG problem!
Almost total loss in the national left
Now it's time to gather pieces, photos, facts, record everything
Before I forget or lose patience
Tell me which science is proven without evidence?
In Your Excellency, I hit the hammer
And the nail feels in the head the emptiness of what it dreams
Fire on the wick, fuse in the barrel
Brazil Colony, MC without ceremony, oh
To smoke or not smoke marijuana doesn't stop me from opposing discrimination
Unhappy judge, without judgment in the improvisation, profit turns into loss
Trafficker and user locked up on the same floor
Based on what is trafficking, a lot of weight
Caught with weight, only Perrella comes out unscathed
But don't step on the grass, decriminalization
And a range of guys and girls without money for a lawyer
Wouldn't see the sun rise behind bars
On the contrary, what we see, an x-ray of the state
Public prosecutor is in every Brazilian municipality
Defense, needle in a haystack
Those who bang pots are not moved, don't squeak
If those who evict enjoy housing assistance
The biggest slice of the cake without giving ingredients for the recipe
Here is the hunger for greed of the right