Teto de Vidro (Reativado) (part. Emicida)

Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone

Ah
Venom was in the hood
Serene, John Lennon, target of the police
Bankrupt, who focuses? Deep Canon style
Canyon shines, Xenom, revs the engine
(I) saw Priscila being the queen in a desert
Where people get screwed more than DiCaprio in The Revenant
Gift of prose, blessing in verse
Seed of light and sound expanded the Universe
Chapo in the national scene, get Racionais?
Plays in Kings who emerged among irrational laws
Pavilhão 9, colossal, I want more of the beautiful money
In the style of Iguita, calling for peace
Feeling ready for the ring, recs at Blind Pigs with Bruno
Everything on the tip of Biggs, only the Sting's police
Doesn't extinguish, Pitty invades the FM
Stands out, gives blood and says: Go

Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (throw the first stone)
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (throw the first stone)
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (throw the first stone)
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (throw the first stone)

In front is the target that risks it all on the line
It's not so different from what I once was
If it will stay, if it will pass, I don't know
And in the blink of an eye, I remember so much that I said, left, kept silent
And I even cared, but it doesn't matter
I was really wrong
Each in their cocoon, in their direction
Watching from the VIP box the soap opera of others' lives
Suggesting solutions, discussing relationships
Sure that the truth fits in the palm of the hand
But this is not a matter of opinion
But this is not a matter of opinion
And this is just a matter of opinion

Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
Whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling, throw the first stone

Judge and sinner face each other in the mirror here
Victim and predator face each other in the mirror here
Preacher immune to the Gospel, screw the advice
Where the safe died of old age
Judge and sinner face each other in the mirror here
Victim and predator face each other in the mirror here
Preacher immune to the Gospel, screw the advice
Where the safe died of old age

I live in dreaming like Sandman (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
Serious, man (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
It was a walkman, Planet Hemp, Wu-Tang, hey (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
Alone in a maze like Pac-Man, ah, hey (whoever doesn't have a glass ceiling)
It's my fate, black man (who doesn't have)
My fate, ah, there
Thank you, Hangar 110