O Céu É o Limite (part. Rincon, BK', Rael, Emicida, Djonga e Mano Brown)

The Sky Is the Limit (feat. Rincon, BK', Rael, Emicida, Djonga and Mano Brown)

[Rincon Sapiência]
Today every black person wants to make some money
Watch a movie about Ogum and not Odin
Many want to be black like ink
Without the struggle, they want the password and login
Carrying gold without pulling the triggers
A Rolex telling the time
I won't have the privilege of a Vatican
If I steal, they won't say I'm a sanctuary
Han, ai, ai, it's a slogan
Too many black lines, I write with charcoal
Vain as a peacock
Huge locks, I have to be a key
It's the superpower, survivors of a super fierce era (ai, ai)
It's a long way off, but my son sees black faces as superhero references

[BK']
And the favela wants to level up, they only gave us UPP
You can see, in the DNA, TNT and it's not the TV channel
That every brother in motion, can be at the same time
The best or worst of all time
We're from where the Marias die alone
Where the Christs are born and the kingpin kings bring powder, crack, loló
Years are 2000, the comb is from the 90s
Regardless of the season, damn, the climate always heats up
Rap is for everyone, black, white, rich, poor
Ok, but we know which side dies
So without makeup, I made black people feel beautiful in front of the mirror
Loving themselves in their own way, doing it our way
And never in any way (never, never)
It's like this
My brothers at work
Nepotism can go to hell
This is organized ghetto
Prr, prr, faith

[Rael]
Better get used to it
You'll have to adapt
Blacks spending money without worrying
And to contradict your plans
We won't stay behind bars
United, fortifying
Hey, who's coming

[Emicida]
And if in your turn to be God, the whole world is atheist? (Screwed)
Go ahead, pass on the vision, Morpheus (fact is)
This world has already died (hail)
The dreamers are, at most, corpse makeup artists
Between dixie flags, I'm take six
While I buy VIP seats to watch the apocalypse
Fucked duality, save the moth that attacks the caste
Stalls and drags my quality of life
That's it, quality of life, good prize
Enough of depression, my buddy, I'm already the Grand Canyon
You even push away the poles, contrast, control
While I toast with poison and play Han Solo
I plan, the guys, and sing the scheme
Triumph, if it's not collective, is from the system
I survive the likes, the seals, the Macris, the Depatris
And open continental distance, call me Acre
Cruising altitude and fuck vertigo
Nanã told me: I also came from the mud, zica, preface, origin
It's not easy, fate is resentful and everything I touch
Turns into a fuck where only the favela enjoys

[Djonga]
Uh, this is like football, you have to have passion
War in Brazil is not tanks, it's rooftops
Some guys with ParaFAL hunting
If the cops come, it's just a burst of raisins
The boy questions me if he sees me in a car
Son of a bitch, never bought me a cigarette
In the pool halls of life, I was Rui Chapéu
Yeah, not to fail like an eight ball
Like her, I'm black, with the white part
And my white part is that of the sneaky Portuguese who raped my ancestor
So let's talk about the future
Get ready to see black people without killing and stealing in your newspaper
People get lost in the white, misunderstood the saying: To dust we shall return
May you not lack the desire to live
Since the worst impotence is the one who doesn't want to fuck
Portrait of society is the kid with
iPhone 7 on his waist taking seven shots
Mistaken for seven cops
On the seventh day, your crown still mourns
If today the ghetto is a wave, don't try to surf, bro
You'll end up submerged
They ask how I made history in two years
It must be because I put 23 in the verses

[Rael]
Better get used to it
You'll have to adapt
Blacks spending money without worrying
And to contradict your plans
We won't stay behind bars
United, fortifying
Hey, who's coming

[Mano Brown]
Hey
Because I'm full of desires
Money is not enough for us
More ammunition and a faster engine
More elegance and love, less envy
Hmm, live to God, live to funk
My thief face
Get the vision, it's your eyes, baby
For the black and for the green
The blacks here don't just want food
Differences aside
Some want more jobs, fun, and art
I particularly want a G3
I'll go with Maseratti and ParaFAL, 2-2-3
I speak, 40 acts, 400 horses
While I make love in the four corners
A thousand tapes in this feat, I love this beat
The sky is the limit, I'm going, let's go

[Rael]
Better get used to it
You'll have to adapt
Blacks spending money without worrying
And to contradict your plans
We won't stay behind bars
United, fortifying
Hey, who's coming

I don't know if it's my color
Or if it's my way of walking
There's always a detector
Trying to stop me

And I don't know if it's my color
Or if it's my way of walking
There's always a detector
Trying to stop me

I bought a car and put that Sem Parar
But the cops have a habit of always stopping me, stopping me, stopping me
I bought a car and put that Sem Parar
But the cops have a habit of always stopping me, stopping me, stopping me