Mun-rá

Leblon girl, red lipstick
She was seen with jow, working out in the square
Sabote, Canão, summon in the sound
Peace to the brothers of all broken

Sabotage, bro Anísio
I see devilish, I check, I analyze
One white and one black united
Answers that silence the ridiculous

I see it like this, confiscation, submissive world
I get relief, peace for my children
In a decent way, sincerely, I move on, like this
Regenerate delinquent from Brooklyn

I'm not Mun-rá but I do have some pit bulls for me
I know that until then, freedom now, for my little brothers
I represented it with one of the green ones in my mind, ok
I didn't give up, I committed myself, I dedicated myself too
I know the people, from sampa, RJ, BH, Baixada, Porto

I'm a faithful hawk of crazy origin, nothing stupid
I don't fight for the game, I'm fire against fire
Better to have a family and someone in your pocket
Fear, perhaps unemployment, suffering, regret
It's going to be too much, I'm going to live without peace
Paying poison, in the streets scamming zé-povinho

A lighter, the itinerary of a whorehouse is Brazilian Brazil
They infiltrated, the doors closed
Whoever rhymes is here, whoever doesn't rhyme applauds the opponent
Like Jagunço, Chabu, Neguim
Until then, freedom for Nu and Baiano

Watch the tape, Nonato, idiots are plotted on the hill
They said they can shoot afterwards, if man they won't even provide help
But open your eyes, the lice guy is always one of our brothers
My enemy has an Astra, a boat, a Blazer, he also has a motorcycle
Sul Canão my neighborhood, I messed up I didn't leave a trace
They commented, yes, they faked that I saw, twelve parangas in the breath

In the neighborhood I pick up my fine, in faith it was coming, in faith I will follow
God save me from the sight of the cops
But I don't stay, I don't play, I don't even fly
Fear, I only see the wreckage
Of the poor who wake 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 Lúcio Flavio, the crow

I'm a maloqueiro, and here I come, jow
It's a two to get, so police get out of here
To my relief I want a beck
Once again, the swarm is caused by Zica

I'm a maloqueiro, and here I come, jow
It's a two to get, so police get out of here
To my relief I want a beck
Once again, the swarm is caused by Zica

Leblon girl, red lipstick
She was seen with Jow, working out in the square
Sabote, Canão, summon in the sound
Peace to the brothers of all broken

Sabotage, bro Anísio
I see devilish, I check, I analyze
One white and one black united
Answers that silence the ridiculous

Green without confiscation, submissive world
I acquire, I ask for relief, peace for my children
In a decent way, sincerely, I move on, like this
Regenerate delinquent from Brooklyn
I'm not Mun-rá, but I do have some pit bulls for me
From the west to Capão, from the east to the region
North west like Canão, hey, 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 sock ball stuck together, there was no lighter
Just don't be silly, remember whatever you want
Me, God and Mary Jane, versus
The sixteen who delude themselves lose their faith
But that's often how it is
I know there's a possum, it gives Superman a hard time
Who also forgets to take the tram
Canão remembers the church, Bé's bar, the breja
Greed, police, sorrows, leave them, jow
Moscow, it got dirty, it went to hell, it got blurry
Yeah, no one bites, it's blurry, I blurry

In history, I make hits several times, with a lot of bullshit sound
Yes, you remember, headbanging and Zica, who likes it, is part of the family
Thieves don't take risks, they run through the mud
Yes, I'm Brooklyn, in rap I'm a terror
Domino Eminem, Shaquille O'neal, I remember Deda
Dead, my brother, like Morse in the life of crime, a trigger

True, Brown, the taste is cruel, crime is not honey
Fear comes from the sky, 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 idiots
Take a while, come and see, sons of mothers get involved
If you didn't see me in the shoes, you're lying, I'm always in a great mood
Warrior I walk alone, samurai without sacchatro

I also remembered the times I, Durval, Chicó
Whoever steps on the maló uncle, I know it would hurt
Whoever goes there in Canão Brooklyn south will see me
The law of the streets is rough, it makes you learn
Proceed to win, to grow, to prevail

I'm a maloqueiro, I am, and here I come, Jow
It's a two to get, so police get out of here
To my relief I want a beck
Once again the swarm is caused by Zica

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