Favela Vive 5 (part. Major RD, MC Hariel, MC Marechal e Leci Brandão)

Favela Lives 5 (feat. Major RD, MC Hariel, MC Marechal and Leci Brandão)

[Leci Brandão]
Favela
Lives

[DK 47]
If the night turns into day, the tracers shine in the sky
I ask God to enlighten me in this moment
Forgive my enemies, they are still beginners
Thought they could tie a lion with string
You don't understand my expression, why I'm always upset
If you understand what's happening, you should be outraged
There's one doctor on call for twenty-seven patients
Twenty-seven advisors for just one deputy
It's the country in the hole
You see the humiliated teacher in the classroom for a meager salary
While the world gets rich and idolizes influencers
Who make videos for Instagram to keep recommending stores
If you speak without thinking, but you're launching cool clothes
If you create content that adds up to nothing
Get ready to be famous and be at the top of the charts
You're the newest candidate for the kids' idol
Brother Moïse beaten to death at the kiosk
It's the State killing the youth in the favela
Lately, I don't have time to go to the studio to make music
Summon my pen when it's time for war
The hunter becomes the hunted, I'm tired of hearing this crap
Crooked talk of comedy that doesn't understand the crazy life
There are rules in the favela, it's a concrete jungle
And when did you see the zebra with the lion in its mouth?

I see life imitating that sad movie
I'm doing a packed show in the middle of Covid
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to play the violin
While we watch the Titanic sink

[Major RD]
Good evening, listener
So, here's the deal
I promise not to take up all your time
My name is Major RD
I'm a trendy MC who won't last past 2030
I came to spit truths, if you don't like it, you can turn off the PC
I founded Brutang, won some bloody battles
With flexible flow, boomerang
And my ex says it's for fame, go fuck yourself
I saw my cousin Alexandre get involved in crime
And be beaten to death, hands tied and
No chance to defend himself
Broad thinking
I always knew rap was a temple
That's why I don't go easy on the field
I'm out of the sample
Even without pay, rap was the job
For the kids, I became an example
Favela Lives, knowing that Lucas is not alive
I'll repeat whenever possible
Massive effect, black suffering is attractive
They want to kill you without reason
Rio de Janeiro made me learn that if I step where I shouldn't
I'll die with the reputation of a drug dealer
Quick kid, so my mom doesn't have to bury me
In high school, claiming I was a student
I always dodged the problem with supreme elegance
At dawn, through the string dance
You haven't even left the cornstarch, your own talk condemns
And what have you done for your area that's important?
Saw BK, DK, Funkero, and Bill rhyming in the rain with verses without curves
I thought: I feel, this is real
I went through the poison test and did the same
I always honored the commitment, the Lord knows, it's surreal
Set up a record label, bought two expensive horses
Took some kids out of crime, Rock Danger is a legacy
The holy protector is the one who protects my soldiers
Favela, enemy of the State

[MC Hariel]
Favela Lives
Things that only those from the favela live
Dream is kilometers away, death is millimeters away
Favela lives, but some don't survive
With an early end and eight bullets in the perimeter
Since I was a kid, there are things I don't understand
And it was eating away at me, I had to express myself
But how many die? How many suffer at the hands of filthy racism
And have no chance to speak?
Look how many people die in the name of peace
Rally, a trail of blood left behind
Today the devil is saying: God above all
Police van for your henchmen turned into a gas chamber
How long ago? Every day is April 1st
No one saw progress, just another fake news
That the order was to end the gravy train in Brazil
In four years, it only regressed from where it was
Me and my boys following the Brown line
Don't kiss up to boys who are fans of Van Damme movies
Brazil is a jungle, we're too much for your backyard
For us, it's normal, you're a madam's dog
Revolt for us is a natural state
We have the disposition even in the absence of encouragement
Mind shielded, originally original
In favor of the system's breakdown, Favela Lives 5

[Lord]
Opened the notepad to close another account
Before being arrested with a point
Run if they see you're the color they're against
Run, damn it, kid, now we confront
Say who doesn't want to rise
Without being interrupted by machine gun cops
Bad energy, strong prayer from the pastor
We saw poor people die who weren't even involved
During the soap opera, several residents in the alley
Television reports war
Fifteen years old, with a G3 at the window
No news for those who live in the favela
Life of the soldier in flip-flops and shorts
Party to forget the mourning, nothing changes
Whiskey to cure the hangover, expensive life
Cheap labor, doesn't want to know anything
Favela is fighting, but hasn't won yet
If I remember who died, Edivaldo, Amarildo, and Moïse
Entering your mind since you were born
For you to be a Zé Pequeno and never be an MC Poze
Favela is fighting, but hasn't won yet
If I remember who died, longing, crying many times
If only I could kill and live in these verses
If only I, getting rich, the favela would win
If one of us is in prison, none are free
One of us is hungry, none are fed
If you see injustice with one of us and stay silent, damn
You don't stand with us, kid, you stand on the other side
TyCaçula's view: The kids are happy with AKs
Should be happy like Major: 60K
Should be playing soccer, Brazilian champion
Top scorer kid, Bricklayer's Glove
But it seems we fit like a glove
A black on the track, for them, grapes, PM abuses
Very different from what many rappers say
They haven't lived anything, just go up to record the video
But where I come from, I saw kids die
Saw PC born, saw PC grow, PC's work grow
MT, Professor, DK's grandma writing
If it hasn't won yet, the favela will win

[MC Marechal]
Favela Lives
Message music
Hip-hop culture lives
Let's get back to reality, buddy

Beware of those who speak in the name of God
What God never said
And still think they're above everyone
It's desperation, damn, unpreparedness
They conspired against my people, help
Newspaper said: He was armed, lies
About ancestors and backgrounds
Fuck the peace with innocent blood
You want to bury me, but I'm a seed
I'm not the bullet, I'm more like the mothers
Who jump in front and defend the overly sensitive teenage son
How different is a father who waits for you from a father with liquor, it's urgent
To hope for more than just having hope
I'm talking about adults of twelve years old
With the gang formed, soon in colleges
The troop advances, favela
F, family, A for alliance
V for vision, E for equity
L, lili, freedom, A, one day we'll achieve
I pick up a bundle
Instead of a chain, I put a sports and culture center
Tell them, have faith in the kids, the favela creates things beyond madness
More than the waist, ignorant is embracing the oppressor's bullshit
Only talks about brands
Marks some young people who still don't distinguish between price and value
I'm fighting for more leaders than followers
The scene has changed and I've kept my posture
Real rap that's missing
This shit gives me goosebumps, here is Favela Lives

[Leci Brandão]
In the favelas of Maré, Vila Isabel, and Mangueira
A new popular leader is born
The hill is tired of enduring the police entering and shooting
And, before leaving, leaving the body of a black woman on the ground
While the Brazilian family is distracted with series, social media, and gossip sites
They fill themselves with drugs
Television, cell phone, iFood, and Coca-Cola
There's a favela resident being murdered right now
Fewer prisons, more schools
More books and fewer guns
Or we'll be Zé do Caroço, or we'll all pull the cart
Who ordered Marielle's murder?
Four years without answers
The system smiles, the favela cries, they want to erase our history
To the ancestors, glories, glories
And crossing the waters like Harriet
We'll sing our victory
Because the favela wants to live
The favela wants to live
The favela wants to live
But the bourgeoisie doesn't care