Mun-rá

Leblon girl, red lipstick
She was seen with Jow, working out in the square
Sabotage, Canon, summon in sound
Peace to all the brothers in the neighborhood

Sabotage, brother Anísio
I see diabolical, I check, I analyze
A white and a black united
Answers that silence the ridiculous

I see it this way, confiscation, submissive world
I acquire relief, peace for my children
In the decent, considerate way I move forward, like this
Reformed delinquent from Brooklyn

I'm not Mun-rá but I do have some pit bulls of my own
I know that by then, freedom now, for my little brothers
I represented when a little green in the mind I burn
I didn't give up, I committed myself, I dedicated myself too
I know the people, from São Paulo, RJ, BH, Baixada, Porto

I am a faithful hawk of crazy origin, not at all stupid
I don't fight for the game, I'm fire against fire
A family is worth more than a few bucks in your pocket
Fear, maybe unemployment, suffering, regret
It's going to be too much, I'm going to live without peace
Paying for poison, common people on the streets

A lighter, a brothel's itinerary is Brazil
Brazilians infiltrated, the doors closed
Whoever rhymes is here, whoever doesn't rhyme applauds the opponent
Type Thug, Chabu, Neguim
Until then, freedom for Nu and Baianinho

Listen up, Nanato, idiots are plotting on the hill
They said they could shoot next, maybe they'll provide assistance
But keep your eyes open, the louse guy is always one of our brothers
My enemy has an Astra, a boat, a Blazer, and also a motorcycle
South Canão my neighborhood, I fucked up and left no trace
They commented, yes, they forged that I saw, twelve parangas in the breath

In the neighborhood I take my thin one, in faith I was coming, in faith I will follow
God save me from the cops' sights
But man, I don't stay, I don't play, I don't even fly
Fear, I only see the wreckage
Of the poor man who wakes up with hate
The angel from heaven cannot be a defendant
Those who come from the streets don't play easy
Dark invader type, fire against fire
Crazy Lucius Flavius, the crow

I'm a hoodlum, and here I go, jow
It's a two to catch, so the police stay away
For my relief I want a joint
Once again the swarm that causes zica

I'm a hoodlum, and here I go, jow
It's a two to catch, so the police stay away
For my relief I want a joint
Once again the swarm that causes zica

Leblon girl, red lipstick
She was seen with Jow, working out in the square
Sabotage, Canon, summon in sound
Peace to all the brothers in the neighborhood

Sabotage, brother Anísio
I see diabolical, I check, I analyze
A white and a black united
Answers that silence the ridiculous

Green without confiscation, submissive world
I acquire, I ask for relief, peace for my children
In the decent, considerate way I move forward, like this
Reformed delinquent from Brooklyn
I'm not Mun-rá, but I do have some pit bulls around me
From the west zone to Capão, from the east to the region
North west like Canão, huh, it's blurry, right, thief?

Canão or Boqueirão, it's several times, jow, bullshit
I saw, jow, if the idea didn't change, it won, it danced
I saw a ball glued to a sock, there was no lighter
Just don't be silly, you remember what you want
Me, God and Mary Jane, versus
The sixteen who were deceived, lost faith
But often that's how it is
I know there's a skunk, it's a rag on Superman
Who also forgets takes the tram
Canão reminds us of the church, Bé's bar, the beers
Greed, police, the sorrows, leave them, jow
Moscow got dirty, it went to hell, it got blurry
Yeah, nobody cracks, it's blurry, I blur it

In history I have made hits several times, with a lot of crap music
Yes, you remember, headbanging and bad luck is in the family
A thief doesn't take risks, he ran in the mud
I, yes, am Brooklyn, in rap I am a terror
Domino Eminem, Shaquille O'neal, I remember Deda
Deceased, my brother, like Morse in the life of crime a fuse

True, Brown, the taste is cruel, crime is not honey
Fear comes from heaven, how cruel it was
From arrec-cléu click-cléu, the people are something happy
I'm a problem for those who think rap is for Loki
It took a while, come see, mother's sons get involved
If you didn't see me in the shoe, you lied, I'm always in the biggest
Warrior I walk alone, samurai without sacatró

I also remembered the times I, Durval, Chicó
Whoever steps on your trunk, uncle, I know it would be a shame
Whoever goes to South Brooklyn Canyon will see me
The law of the streets is rough, it makes you learn
Proceed to win, to grow, to prevail

I'm a hoodlum, I am, and here I go, Jow
It's a two to catch, so the police stay away
For my relief I want a joint
Once again the swarm that causes zica

Believe me, the Institute is back on its feet
Sabotage, Brooklyn South Canon
Representing the favela in national cinema
The big screen and such, that's it