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Hey, hey, hey, listen

[Cesar MC]
Between love vows and bruises on the arm
Everything is so fake, aggressors who give flowers on March 8th
Mass cause, mass death, missiles
Vices, mass depression
Media covers up like Marcos Vinícius
It's our blood, sweat and tears, I ran
Do you understand now that I can't laugh?
Everything is business here
That's why I came to vomit flow
For the break yes, end of story
For the blood on the shirt indeed
Without disrespect, without union
Yes, I saw indeed, nothing changes the fact
That where I come from our end is always bang-bang

Our people can't take it anymore
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Regarding the election, we'll step back
As long as the best option is the least worst

I came to be the flow of the new school with the learning from the old
The system hunts the people, fire in the assembly
No left, no right, selecting ideas
The hunter only defeats the wolves if he divides the pack
God made me too free to live trapped in ideology
That divides the people and walks backwards and in the end, hypocrisy
I'm for respect for the periphery and for the blood of blacks in the ghetto
A kid who dreams of being a David Guetta
But who will care for a Devido in the ghetto?
Between fire and whip, our memories remain
In a country specialized in deleting stories
Museum in flames, mourning is always doubled
In the skin of those who were born with their past erased
But they'll say it's victimhood (haha), a joke
That I've been trying to laugh for years and don't find it funny
Forget the forum, brothers are gone in the hood
And if blood doesn't silence the debate, I can't say anything else

[Ducon]
(Heyy, Ducon, Brainstorm)
Today the kid cried, but the mother didn't see
And the sound of the beat turned into gunfire
It's like Afghanistan, but this is Brazil
Where one was stabbed and everyone laughed
There are several good guys out there suffering cold
Thrown through the streets in this hostile climate
And instead of counting notes to see how many thousand
I opened the notepad and wrote a river
Of dreams, eye for an eye, hatred for hatred
I await the scenes of the next episodes
I'm hungry to change the world
So put more sodium on this plate
I feel like a time bomb
I capture the gang and blow up your podium
Competitions of who's the best rapper
With several kids with no foot in the beginning, no, no
The fact is it's fucked
God is faithful and there are few accounts
People prefer to talk more about drugs
And if I don't talk about it, they'll say it's boring
All abstract, all weird
Here there's ugly who wants to be pretty
Here there's a duck trying to be a rat
And here there's a poor pretending to be rich
Politician, police and our nation
Many want everything good, but they're in the same mess
If there's no school, there's no education
But if there's no character, there won't be morality
Let's put more light in our hearts
Maybe one day, brother, we can really improve
It won't be Louconaro or Luladrão
Who will provide a solution if we don't face the evil

[Azzy]
(Ahh)
How to raise a flag?
How can I beat my chest?
If they don't care about us?
They don't care about us

How to raise a flag?
How can I beat my chest?
If they don't care about us?
They don't care about us

021, 40 Degrees, one more dies on the street below
190, They called the police, they shot everywhere
We mourned, the boss got mad
Said there would be payback
That's how the pain of revolt begins
It won't get better
Just praying doesn't make up for it
They won't kill me
My faith makes me win
For my little one, all protection
Don't poison me with your speech
I'm out of alienation
And against you, my pulse is strong
So let's talk about the knife that attacks me at dawn
Saying it will kill me if I don't take off my shirt
Let's talk about death, no
Does that scare you?
Then you're not ready to have a gun on the street
I set fire to the tire, block the street
If the giant doesn't wake up, it's better if you don't sleep
That you don't sleep
It's still top for the girls and our bodies smell of hatred
I warned: I'm not screwed and I'm throwing motherfucker
Oh, motherfucker

[Diomedes]
Uh, the apprentice, baby
Owl my buddy, the atmosphere here is insane
I have the Mini-Manual of the Urban Guerrilla
There are several spies in a sleepy aspect
But the plan is moving forward, the country needs it
Many people persecuted or silenced
Many indigenous leadership, villages massacred
The order comes from our leaders from the east
Kill the deputy so he doesn't become president
Your candidate is misogynistic, homophobic and racist
It seems he has some similarities with Hitler
The Aryan man is not Nietzsche's superman
I extracted gold from the damn misery of Recife
Don Chinaski is not Ku Klux Klan
Nor bows before a white God
In these people I put [?]
Don Chinaski, son of Tupã
I look like a communist, but my pocket is green
I came to São Paulo with a damn thirst
To change the game, to make history
Save some lives to buy a Mercedes
I am damn duality
The street and the book, the book and the street
I did everything for my city
I did everything for my culture
My religion is called the favela
And my mission is to bring light to it
If I have to die, I'll die in this damn
I'm in this game in Mandela mode, damn!