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One for the love, two for the money Crazy life, Capão
I'm a warrior of faith
One for the love, two for the money Crazy life, Capão
I'm a warrior of faith
If crime is a disease I know the infection
But I still won't ruin anybody's plans
So, one for the love, two for the money
Three for Africa Four for the brothers
Who are at war and not afraid to fail
Say what you will Only God can judge
MOUSETRAP IN CAPÃO
A NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY
Capão Redondo, São Paulo, Brazil.
Because my Barrabaz heart For loving too much
Would be tried in absentia It is the law
If they knew what I know They wouldn't love, ha!
EDI ROCK'S MOTHER
Through breakdancing We made a pact
Another duo from São Paulo Tried their luck
Through the darkness, yeah And the damp night air
We came up with the cure Which contained venom
RAP COMPETITION
B. B Boys is our name We are the B. B Boys
Hip-hop is our dance Rap is our voice
From the underground Who'd have thought?
No American ghetto It's Brazilian
Anything happens No avoiding it
We kill and we die For no reason
Rap is an art It's why I'm gonna sing
So turn up your radio and listen
To what I say I'm sure you're gonna love it
MUSICAL ACTIVIST
Stupid racists, leave us alone
The poor families can't take it anymore
We all know it, and they fear it
Their indifference Towards the ones in need
They come
With authority And always prejudice
And suddenly our space becomes
A living hell And how can we claim our rights
If we are just citizens And they are the system?
Disinformation is our main issue
But even so, we aim to be equal
Stupid racists, leave us alone
S. LUÍS CEMETARY
We're Racionais MC's. Ice Blue, Mano Brown, KL Jay, and I, Edi Rock
You good, Mano Brown?
Not really Who's bringing back the innocent victims?
But life goes on So what? Who cares?
Society just slams its doors anyway
What's up, Ice Blue? Panic!
VIOLENCE IN SOUTH SIDE
So, when the day goes dark
Only those there Know what goes on
Seems to me that ignorance always wins
We're all alone No one wants to hear our voice
Filled with reasons, gauged in fists With no witness to commit
You'd better believe The truth is made to omit
Because who can guarantee my future?
Avengers, they call themselves
They kill and humiliate and fire pell-mell
And the police show no will
To investigate the truth Because it's just inconvenient
Why would they help Those they deem delinquent?
And so the story goes on without a hitch
Panic in the South Side persists
Panic in the South Side
KL JAY'S MOM
I'mma tell you why the world's like this
It could be better, but it's so bad
Hard times, living is hard We look for a real reason
But no one knows Hard
Hard times
KL Jay!
Hard times…
FROM 1970 TO 1980, THE WHITE POPULATION WENT FROM 61% TO 55%
OVER TEN YEARS, BLACK PEOPLE ROSE FROM 28% TO 38% OF THE POPULATION
FOLLOWING THIS TREND, BY THE YEAR 2000 BLACK PEOPLE COULD NUMBER 60%
AND COULD RULE OVER BRAZILIAN POLITICS BY OCCUPYING ALL KEY POSITIONS.
WE MUST INITIATE BIRTH CONTROL
MASS STERILIZATION
CONTROL OF BLACK BIRTH RATES
AGAINST RACISM
THE BLACK IMAGE
Narrow-minded Narrow-minded
You don't listen to me Or don't get what I say
I try to warn you You call me a dumb nigger
Primitive and angry You know it
We are playing with a fixed deck
You have two ways out Be aware or drown in your own apathy
Choose your path One less virus
Be a true, pure, and informed Black man
Or just be another narrow-minded brother
CHOOSE YOUR PATH
Narrow-minded brother
One less virus
Choose your path
ESCOLHA SEU CAMINHO RACIONAIS MC'S 1992
EDI ROCK'S FATHER
1993 We're fucking back
Racionais
Using and abusing Our freedom of speech
One of the few rights young Black people Still have in this country
You're entering the world of information
Self-knowledge, denunciation, and fun
This is the X-ray of Brazil
Welcome
A weekend at the park
The weekend's here And we all want to have some fun
Summertime, all is joy
January in São Paulo, South Side
Everyone's relaxing Under the warm blue sky
I want to enjoy the sun
Meet my homies And shoot some hoops
No trouble
I'm an hour away from my hood
Soon, I wanna see everyone in peace
One, two, three cars on the sidewalk
All the rich boys are happy and lively
In open garages, they wash their rides
They're wasting water and having a party
Look at these people
Ice cream shops, cinemas The pools are heated
Look at all the rich boys and girls
Drown that bitch in the pool
There are go-karts, I can see them
Just like the ones I saw yesterday on TV
Check out that hot club
See the Black kid Looking in from the outside
He can't remember The money he needs to take
To his drunk father yelling at the bar
He can't remember yesterday Today or the future
He just dreams through the wall
In the hood, joy remains the same
It's almost noon, everyone is euphoric
This is where my brothers and homies live
And most around here look like me
Here I'm a big deal, I rule the crowd
People have been in a samba Since 10:00 a.m.
Pay attention to the beat And mind the chord
What do you say, Mano Brown?
Preach for the order
The number one champion in low income
The South Side community is dignified
There's a body on the stairs An old lady comes
Police! Death! Police! Help!
A man on the road starts his life over
His purpose, his freedom
Have been lost, subtracted
He means to prove to himself That he's changed
That he has recovered And wants to live in peace
To never look back
To tell crime "never again"
Because his childhood was no bed of roses
From juvie, only painful memories
Yes, making money, getting rich, at last
Many have died dreaming that high
But tell me who can be happy And not desperate
To see their child born in poverty
In a place where fun was the bar
And Candomblé, for a blessing
This sets the stage For the story I'm gonna tell
A man on the road
They take your freedom Your family, your morale
Even after you leave prison
You'll forever be known As a former inmate
I don't trust the police…
Those motherfuckers!
ICE BLUE'S MOTHER
MANO BROWN'S MOTHER
3RD PRECINCT
ANGRY, RADICAL, RACIONAIS MCS
THEY'RE BLACK, ANGRY, AND MEAN, AND THEY TAKE NO PRISONERS.
RACIONAIS AND PUBLIC ENEMY
COLLISION WITH RAPPERS' CAR LEAVES ONE DEAD
Violently peaceful and truthful
I've come to hijack your reasoning
To shake your blood And your nervous system
And that's not enough, Brown's like a rabid dog
Number one, a terrorist from the hood
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe I've something for you
A poisonous rap or a shower of bullets
And the prophecy came true as predicted
-One-nine-nine-seven! -A.D.
Black fury is reborn once more
Racionais, chapter 4, verse 3
PRODUCER
It's all about reflection, brother
It's all about thinking
The police always set a bad example
Washes my streets with blood And drives hatred further in
Inside the corners of the city
Inside the extremes of simplicity
My freedom was stolen
My dignity violated No!
Brothers need to get real Stop killing and cursing each other
Take that shit away from here
God forbid, I don't want A son of mine to die
Or one of my relatives To swallow a bullet
Do I have to die For God to hear my voice?
Do I have to turn this place Into the land of Oz?
JUVENILE DETENTION CENTER
This damn place is a minefield
How many times I thought of Throwing myself off?
But my hood is all I have
My life is here, I can't just leave
Escaping is too easy, but I won't
I won't betray Who I was, who I am
I like where I'm going and where I've been
Teachings from the favela Were too good for me
WE WANT OUR RIGHTS
WE ARE IN MOURNING
São Paulo, October 1st, 1992.
8:00 a.m.
Here I am, another day
Under the bloodthirsty gaze of the lookout
You don't know what it's like to walk
With your head in the sights of an HK
A German machine gun, or maybe from Israel
Shreds thieves up like paper
BEST RAP VIDEO "DIÁRIO DE UM DETENTO," RACIONAIS MC'S
DJONGA NEW-GENERATION RAPPER
BACACHERI - ROAD AND RAILWAY AIRPORT - BR116 SÃO PAULO
CARANDIRU DETENTION HOUSE SÃO PAULO
Your blessing, Mom
We begin our transmission
This is your Exodus radio
Hey, hey
Let's wake up, let's wake up
The sun doesn't wait Come on, let's wake up
Time never gets tired
You asked for it
You asked for an opportunity A second chance
God is good, isn't He?
Hey, a new day just for you
What an awesome blue sky!
Let's wake up, let's wake up
Look at your face I trust you in this war
Sloth is the enemy of victory
There's no place for the weak Cowards die without trying
Telling the truth, things are tough
There is no trust, not even in yourself Enemies come for free
It's a concrete jungle It crushes the humble
You're as big as your dream Do the right thing, do your thing
Wake up, let's wake up Hold your head high with sincerity
What are you scared of? It's never been easy
Gather your pieces, join the fight But remember, whatever happens
There's nothing like A day after the other
On the streets of São Paulo
Where boys keep feeling On the soles of their feet
It's not pessimism Just what it's like
Living and living large The boys blow smoke
That's the sweet venom…
I tripped, but I came back for you
I came back for the brothers And consequently, for the green
And Lord
Is it good!
That's how it is
My mind is a maze And my heart weeps
It weeps now but will laugh later
Come with me, brother, come with me
A band of madmen around street corners
And said, "Let's make this shit happen!"
By all means necessary
Do it yourself
You for us, us for ourselves
For us and our peers
And for our neighbor
And that's that
I feel what I can, nerves and bones, yeah
If we are who we are A mesh of chromosomes
With strengths and weaknesses
That's that and that's how it is
Have faith, for God is just
Never forget, brother,
Hold your head up high
No matter what or when
Have faith Because flowers grow even in the dump
Pray for us, pastor, remember us
Tonight's service is still going well
I admire the believers Please, excuse me
What a rip-off, what a scheme My apologies
Sometimes I feel a little insecure
Like a mutt With no faith in the future
Someone comes along? Who could that be, brother?
Get me a toy that pierces clothes…
I'm a warrior of rap
Always in high voltage
One for one, God for all I'm just passing through
Crazy life I'm not cut out to be a victim
Justice and freedom My cause is legit
My rap starts the choir of the mad And the romantic
I wear a child's smile wherever I
Go For the brothers
I offer my presence
It's confusing, but it's real and intense
My best Marvin Gaye Saturday on the highway
Whatever will be, will be And we ride to the end
Call on me, call on us Wherever we're needed
In Paradise or on judgment day, pastor
Call on me and on the brothers It's what I ask
Favela, Fundão Immortalized in my poetry
Crazy life
The full moon lights the streets of Capão
God alone is above us Humble, right?
Cheers! Clink! Women and loud music
White wine A good lawyer for everyone
It's cold as fuck
But what to do? Tuesdays are no good for partying
It has never changed, and it never will
The scent of a bonfire fills the air
Boys with sticks and stones Police with rifles and bombs
Cars on fire Steel doors close
A mother calls for a son While she gets shot
Someone lost someone The soul is in the trigger
Run away to the subway
Trouble in the hallway
Someone was trampled And there they stayed
In the adjacent streets The scene went on
War and destruction The world at an end
What am I?
I'm clear and salty I fit inside an eye, but I weigh a ton
I taste like the sea And I can be discreet
I'm a tenant of pain Where I prefer to live
In the dead of the night I'm a hostage of vengeance
I'm a sister to despair Hope's worst nemesis
I can be caused by the vermin, mundane
Or by the love Of your cruel flower's thorn
I'm a lover of drama I come to your bed
Willingly Without permission, you make me suffer
I thought I was strong
I'll be weak When others come
If things are tough and the going is slow
Right now, let me walk against the wind
Why be tough if your heart is vulnerable?
Not the wind It's soft but relentless and cold
-And I'm warm -I smeared the poet's morose sentence
I ran down the prophet's brown semblance
The worms clear the way As a man's tear falls
This is your lifelong struggle
They say men don't cry Yeah, right
Don't follow the crowd, brother Jesus wept
Damn, brother, I'mma tell you And I may be high
But the world is well fit to end
What can you do When the fortress trembles
And all the good around you Gets corrupted?
Stand for the General
-A thousand faces of a loyal man -Come on!
Stand for the General
A thousand faces of a loyal man Protector of crowds
Reincarnations of celebrity thugs
Brilliant brains gathered in Heaven The destination for the faithful
If God wants fealty Consummate
It's necessary to believe That the dream is possible
The sky is the limit And you, brother, are unbeatable
The bad times will pass It's just a phase
The suffering only feeds your courage
This one is for you
Stay alive
QUAD STUDIOS NEW YORK - 2014
Colors and values…
We are what we are
Colors and values
We are what we are Colors and values
Funk Conspiracy International in Jamaica, Queens
Fundão, Sabin A job for me
If God made me like this
Then we're good, son I bought some green
Clouds and black sheep always follow me
The dark times come And it was us, too
I walk, walk, walk the thin dotted line
On the land whose hero killed A million Indians
Around the edges Black man is king
It doesn't matter if you like us or not
Degrade myself just to please you? Never!
I don't say it So they think I don't know it
São Paulo has a lot of money to try
Without losing the focus Check the flow
You see, Cross Fox, Tucson, X5, bam Black and golden yellow, it's opulent
We are what we are
Colors and values
2014 COLORS AND VALUES
Shout-outs, shout-outs, shout-outs Here we are, awesome
Hail the race Progress for us
Expanding business In the back of the club
Slaying the dragon of sloth and idleness
A united family will crush a boycott
Let's go, Pixote Hollywood doesn't wait
Black people in the new era
Gotta make it happen Gotta make it happen
That your dream of having a red Fireblade
A Repsol CBR, A VMAX, a pad
An Audi R8 GT, a Carrera Porsche
A Zenith on the wrist Or a Patek Philippe
A gold chain With diamonds and sapphires
A necklace people can't believe
A Black boy with no father who persists
Can make it to the store See a new car and say
"I want it, I'll buy it full price!"
But even if you can pay
Some will still be suspicious
Because racism has been in disguise For centuries
They don't accept your status Or your skin tone
BLACK POPULATION RISES BY 32%
BRAZIL'S PUBLIC ENEMY
When the rooster crows Announcing a new day
RACIONAIS AND SANTA RITA FAMILY
Bless us, Our Lady of the Rosary Pray for our joy
Let me tell you!
Forgive me if I have asked for your help With our Father too many times
May the blood of my brothers Never again stain the earth
May the cry that once called for war Become a chorus for peace
Flowers bloom even in the dump As Racionais once sang
Racionais
May the cry that once called for war Become a chorus for peace
Flowers bloom even in the dump As Racionais once sang
When the rooster…
When the rooster crows Announcing a new day
BLACK MOTHERS NO MORE TEARS
BLACK LIVES MATTER
Black drama Between the success and the mud
Money, trouble, envy, luxury, fame Black drama
Frizzy hair, dark skin, wounds, and brands Looking for a cure
Black drama Tries to see and sees nothing
Except for a fading star in the distance
Feel the drama In the price and the charges
In love, in hatred In the misguided vengeance
Black drama I know who's scheming and who's with me
The burden that I bear To be more than a fuck-up
The drama of jail and favelas
Graves and blood, sirens Cries and candlelight
A passenger from Brazil São Paulo, the agony
Surviving through honor and cowardice
Hoods, alleys, and hovels
You must be thinking What this has to do with you
AGAINST THE GENOCIDE OF BLACK PEOPLE RACISM KILLS
Crime, soccer, music… Damn
I also couldn't escape it I'm just a man
Forrest Gump is a fairy tale I'd rather tell a real story
I'll tell my own
Look, it'd be a good movie
A Black mother with her son in her arms
Alone in a forest of steel and concrete
Look and look again At the face in the crowd
The crowd is a monster Without a face or a heart
Hey, São Paulo, land of skyscrapers
The drizzle rips the flesh It's the tower of Babel
Brazilian family, two against the world
A single mother to a promising bum
Lights, camera, action Recording, the scene goes
The bastard, another fatherless brown boy
Hey, slave lord, I know who you are
You can't hack it alone You can't hack it on your feet
You said it was good And the hood echoed back
Whiskey, Red Bull, Nike, assault rifles
I admit it, your cars are nice
And I can't make the Internet Or cassettes
Or the sick cars I might be a little late
I think I am
Your game is rigged, I can't fit in
I'm trouble From Carnaval to Carnaval
I'm from the jungle I'm a lion in your backyard
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