Mente do Vilão

[Mano Brown]
Fertile as black soil is the villain's mind
Who's coming, six functions coming from the big house
(Hold on)

[Black Rio]
You don't know where I came from
You don't know what it's like to suffer
Cosa Nostra is coming
And everyone will know

[Du Bronks]
It can't be even, I'm Du Bronk's
Between wolves and hyenas, I pass at will
At the wheel of the Beetle, that's the view
Collecting the greens, sharing the bread
ZS fever, gangsta life
Rhymes and diamonds, Cosa Nostra
Dangerous as hell, life is fleeting
No more rehearsals, the scene is real
The band is Black Rio, the music brings luck
Represents Brown, here comes Don Pixote
Next to the big guys, Willian Magalhães
In this quality comes a few million
You don't know where I came from, maybe you won't know
Rosana is here, now it's for real

[Don Pixote]
Let's walk, observe, I have some plans, executing
In the land of drizzle, I'm profiting
Walking against the wind, living in a tense atmosphere
Revolver in the waist, All Star shoes and a handkerchief
Cosa Nostra is coming, just to count the hundreds
The crazy bang is here, with Black Rio zen
Some popcorn comes, the gun is without safety
No silencer for the gold, it goes to the clouds
Back on the field, come on, there's victory
The majority is the people, just want to do good
People take hostages, the whites here
Just take what's in the suitcase without hurting anyone
Greetings to FEBEM, I'm inspired by Wu Tang
Singing the reality of the streets that takes you further
It's the end that comes, like Ryu and Ken
Who represented well showed courage

[Black Rio]
You don't know where I came from

[Mano Brown]
And in the beginning there was darkness, at the very beginning
A blind man leads a group, one step from the precipice
Not of sound or herb, crazy from loneliness
In the beginning there was darkness, Malcom was Lampião
Lamps for the feet, blacks from two thousand and ten
Fan of mummy Abu Jamal, Osama, Saddam, Al-Qaeda, Taliban, Iraq, Vietnam
Against the boys, against the GOE, against the Ku Klux Klan
And Japan, in the morning, doing a Pelé on the Rocam
Pig's foot is bad luck, of the six, it's a wool sock (huh, huh huh, huh)
And the blunt is apple, it's firm, it's smooth, no flagrant in the ship
I'm Creole, I'm key, and they like it like that
I don't walk alone, you know, I have several by my side
Look! They framed the compatriots, damn, the sauce soured
They abandoned the Peugeot, jumped the wall at full speed
Only if it's, go ahead, the kids are damn good, it's hard, right?
In the jungle we are what we are, because there's no good alarm when the good thief wants
You give a glass of poison and want a soufflé?
Fertile as black soil is the villain's mind
Who's coming, six functions coming from the big house
The heart of the hood running through the arteries
Go, go, never in vain, spreading dreams in grains
In the containment without holidays, no color, no close-up, a target without pose
Skinny key since twelve
My country showed shame of having my color (huh, huh)
You assholes, not for just anyone
While the black vanguard and the vain
Healthy philosophy. Fundão, my couch
Unpublished in avant premiere, don't sleep on the noise
It's the Black Rio Band in the damn thing

[Black Rio]
You don't know where I came from
You don't know what it's like to suffer
Cosa Nostra is coming
And everyone will know