O 1º MC Português

He says, you can come in Floribela
She walks past him and he looks at her booty
Differentiated butt, looks like it was enlarged
Goosebumps, he makes a face as if he wants to take a bite
Her walk is already messing him up
She looks back and he tries to disguise
He felt awkward, felt caught
Like a suspect, he gives a shy smile
Talks about the gray sky and the rainy weather
To see if it eases the embarrassing moment
She talks about the wind, fruitless dialogue
Says tomorrow the weather will be more ruthless
She doesn't mind being in the crappy conversation, keeps the note
But it's very noticeable that she's very nervous
Didn't expect to stumble, falter
Can't say a sentence without stuttering
Puts one hand on the pillow and starts squeezing
And closes the other hand to see if it stops trembling
Suffocating heart rate
Panting perspiration breathing

Restless with one hand on the bag the other in her hair
She talks but can't look into his eyes
Says that Sister Lúcia also thinks he's the greatest
But she's the only one who knows all the songs by heart
Says she used to sing but doesn't want to be bold
Says she sings so badly she's afraid of being attacked
But says her mother likes it and even gets bewildered
She says she sings them all, he says he doesn't believe
Asks her to sing to see if the disbelief disappears
She says she doesn't want to make a fool of herself because she's very tense
Says it would be an offense, would be a sad moment
He feels her shyness but laughs and insists

In this jungle, courage, to be yourself in this jungle

A hoarse voice paraded with a slender timbre
He went crazy, quiet, dumbfounded
Says: 'Your performance deserves champagne
I never thought you sang so well'
You're not like the queens, you have a golden voice
Deserve to be honored, she immediately blushed
If she released an album everyone would be reduced
Would overshadow everyone, it would be a genocide
Sings with mastery, he would never have deduced
Melody in her voice, left him more seduced
Sings the maiden, his tongue freezes
He only thinks about wrapping himself up with her
So many attributes left him shaken
Wrapped up only thinks about dominating her and possessing her
He's almost silent for a minute
Annoyed thinking how he will provoke and seduce her

Says she has the voice of Rosa Atalaia
Asks if she wants a carriage of Moskovskaya
She smiles and says she never shies away from vodka
Says alcohol is a drug but can drink a carriage
He says: It's smooth, you don't need to be cautious!
Reassures her while filling her glass
Says she is simple, charming, captivating
Asks if she doesn't dream of being a singer
She says if she were she would never neglect herself
She even dreams but knows her father wouldn't allow it
She even understands her father so she never complains
Her present and future is selling at the fish market
She drinks while lamenting at the window
He tries to put more vodka in her glass
She feels the signs, he's like the others
Moves the glass away and says she doesn't want more
Sees he wants to get her drunk to fuck her
Kamasutra her in bed, strike her down
Sees he wants to get her drunk to fuck her
Torment her in bed and strike her down

Courage, to be yourself in this jungle
Courage, to be yourself in this jungle

Radiant and loving atmosphere
He took her to a glamorous restaurant
Colorful she dazzles everyone
She came dressed like a princess
Restaurant in one of the Pombaline buildings
They all already vibrant and relaxed
Wine all drunk, lavish dinner
They ate until they were exhausted
Night ended and she was thrilled
Was intended and he didn't try anything, nothing
Mischievous wanted to keep the audacity
Agreed another day and another day and another day
And another day there in the aromatic garden
The two crazy in acrobatic sex
Remember in the aromatic garden
The two of us in acrobatic sex

Courage, to be yourself in this jungle

The birth is imminent, weakened body
It's about to start, the cervix completely dilated
She feels a hideous pain, sees the palpitations increase
And feels, increasingly fragile, dizzy and full of contractions
The fetus is already descending through the vaginal canal
In the hospital it's the first birth of the morning period
Noisy, forty minutes of horrors
Turbulent, releases several odors
The placental fluid runs in the bloody vagina
Pure storm she screams and says she can't bear so much pain
They try to calm her down she's very frantic, electric
And the doctor gives her another analgesic injection
And says that with so much effort the baby will come out strong, beautiful
The baby will come out roaring and she says: May God hear her!
The abdomen contracts the uterus expands
The doctor manages everything and asks her to make more effort

Strength! Strength!

The father is in the corridors shouting and venting, crazy
Wants to witness the birth almost causes disturbances, crazy
The police officer takes out the baton and starts flaunting it
He turns his back and the nervous police officer expels him from the hospital
In the delivery room she screams and tries to give it more faith
In a flash in the vagina the baby's head is seen
The nurse holds it and feels the angelic aura
Delicate and immediately cuts the umbilical cord

Before the lyrics, the flow or the image
Being an MC is a matter of courage
Always a matter of honesty
Do you have the courage to tell the truth
We already know you're memorable
But do you have the courage to show yourself vulnerable
Courage to walk like dreamers
Sing what you feel without having followers
Courage to dwell in discomfort
Who has the courage not to live for others
For you who are a Woman you're on the barricade
You have the courage to be emancipated
Leave that job and that mediocre life
Who has the courage to live from what they love
Before the lyrics, the flow, or the image
Being an MC is a matter of courage

Be true to yourself, be true to yourself, courage, courage
Be true to yourself, be true to yourself, courage, courage

I know how hard it is to be real here
Who has the courage to be an MC
Courage to flourish
And to be true to oneself until death