Samba-Enredo 2024 - Capítulo 4, Versículo 3 - Da Rua e do Povo, o Hip-Hop: Um Manifesto Paulistano

Here we are again, king's crown
Chapter 4, Verse 3
Vai-Vai manifests the people of the street
It's tradition and the samba continues

Here we are again, king's crown
Chapter 4, Verse 3
Vai-Vai manifests the people of the street
It's tradition and the samba continues

Laroyê, axé
Excuse me, saravá, Mr. Tranca-Rua
I don't walk alone
The talk is straight and the idea doesn't curve
Renegades of modern art
I'm not part of the elite that insists on boycotting
They thought I was defeated
Whoever thought that was wrong
Protected body, I'm popular culture
My verse is the weapon that fires
And the word is the bullet to save

Shook, shook the Largo São Bento
Windmill, the sway in the dance
Great triumph of the movement
In breaking the body sways
Shook, shook the Largo São Bento
Windmill, the sway in the dance
Great triumph of the movement
In breaking the body sways

Play the sound, hello, DJ
So I send the rhyme to liven up the guys and girls
In the perfect beat, my rap is the voice
The colors of my watercolor
On the wall, the canvas that time undoes
But never erase (Vai-Vai, Vai-Vai)
The power of knowledge
In the ghetto, procedure
Attitude of cool people
There's hip-hop in my samba

It's black and white, in the tone of my song
Prejudice never again
Fire in the structure
Justice, equality, and peace

Here we are again, king's crown
Chapter 4, Verse 3
Vai-Vai manifests the people of the street
It's tradition and the samba continues

Here we are again, king's crown
Chapter 4, Verse 3
Vai-Vai manifests the people of the street
It's tradition and the samba continues

Laroyê, axé
Excuse me, saravá, Mr. Tranca-Rua
I don't walk alone
The talk is straight and the idea doesn't curve
Renegades of modern art
I'm not part of the elite that insists on boycotting
They thought I was defeated
Whoever thought that was wrong
Protected body, I'm popular culture
My verse is the weapon that fires
And the word is the bullet to save

Shook, shook the Largo São Bento
Windmill, the sway in the dance
Great triumph of the movement
In breaking the body sways
Shook, shook the Largo São Bento
Windmill, the sway in the dance
Great triumph of the movement
In breaking the body sways

Play the sound, hello, DJ
So I send the rhyme to liven up the guys and girls
In the perfect beat, my rap is the voice
The colors of my watercolor
On the wall, the canvas that time undoes
But never erase (Vai-Vai, Vai-Vai)
The power of knowledge
In the ghetto, procedure
Attitude of cool people
There's hip-hop in my samba

It's black and white, in the tone of my song
Prejudice never again
Fire in the structure
Justice, equality, and peace

Here we are again, king's crown
Chapter 4, Verse 3
Vai-Vai manifests the people of the street
It's tradition and the samba continues