Rap do Silva
Solta o rap, DJ!
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
Era um domingo de sol, ele saiu de manhã
Pra jogar seu futebol, deu uma rosa pra irmã
Deu um beijo nas crianças, prometeu não demorar
Falou pra sua esposa que iria vir pra almoçar
Era trabalhor, pegava o trem lotado
Tinha boa vizinhança, era considerado
E todo mundo dizia que era um cara maneiro
Outros o criticavam porque ele era funkeiro
O funk não é modismo, é uma necessidade
É pra calar os gemidos que existem nessa cidade (não, não)
E todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Porque tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar
Esquecer dos atritos, deixar a briga pra lá
E entender o sentido quando o DJ detonar
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro mas era pai de família (é nòis)
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro mas era pai de família
Salve! (Bang)
Satisfação, Buchecha!
Obrigado pela oportunidade de participar desse momento (tamo junto)
Contando essa história (Emicida)
Diretamente da zona norte (aham)
E-M-IC-I-DA, o zica
AE Nossa vida, quadro zuado
Bala perdidas, corpos achados
Pela avenida, um ar pesado
Gritam feriadas do nosso passado (uuh)
Asfalto, trincheira, favela
Aparta de sem mandelas
Fluxo monstro nas viela
Miséria, cadeia, rascismo, sequela
Mar de rancor e agravo
Já que minha cor é do centro do alvo
O povo se vê como escravo
Tendo como sonho tá são e salvo
Pros boy tanto faz, acostuma
Nòis vale menos que o longo da pruma
Mãos pra ajudar, quantas vez, nenhuma?
E apesar consciência, cê se tivesse alguma
Eu tive que se basquear, morô
Pro sistema não me hackear morô
Sei que é tanto baque, a-morô
Triste na trilha, ferido
Resta ter fé, mas os dias te doem
Pergunte ao povo do Amarildo
Se o capitão nascimento é herói (ãn)
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro mas era pai de família
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro mas era pai de família
Era pai de família
Era pai de família
Era só mais um Silva, mais um ferreira
Mais um João, mais uma Maria, aí
Mais um varredor de rua, mais uma lavadeira
Só mais um Silva
Era só mais um Silva
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro mas era pai de família
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, paí de família
Silva's Rap
Release the rap, DJ!
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer, but he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer, but he was a family man
It was a sunny Sunday, he left in the morning
To play his soccer, gave a rose to his sister
Kissed the kids, promised not to be late
Told his wife he would come back for lunch
He was a worker, took the crowded train
Had good neighbors, was well-regarded
And everyone said he was a cool guy
Others criticized him because he was a funk singer
Funk is not a trend, it's a necessity
It's to silence the moans that exist in this city (no, no)
And everyone should pay attention to this story
Because there are many friends who go to the dance to forget the conflicts
Forget about the disputes, let the fights go
And understand the meaning when the DJ rocks
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer but he was a family man (it's us)
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer but he was a family man
Cheers! (Bang)
Nice to meet you, Buchecha!
Thanks for the opportunity to be part of this moment (we're together)
Telling this story (Emicida)
Straight from the north side (yeah)
E-M-I-C-I-D-A, the man
Our life, a messed-up picture
Lost bullets, found bodies
Through the avenue, a heavy air
They scream the wounds of our past (uuh)
Asphalt, trench, slum
Apart from without Mandela
Monstrous flow in the alleys
Misery, jail, racism, aftermath
Sea of resentment and grievance
Since my color is the bullseye
People see themselves as slaves
Dreaming of being safe
For the boys, it doesn't matter, they get used to it
We are worth less than the tip of a feather
Hands to help, how many times, none?
And even with awareness, if you had any
I had to disguise myself, got it
So the system wouldn't hack me, got it
I know it's so many hits, got it
Sad on the track, wounded
Just have faith, but the days hurt you
Ask the people about Amarildo
If Captain Nascimento is a hero (ãn)
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer but he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer but he was a family man
He was a family man
He was a family man
He was just another Silva, another Ferreira
Another João, another Maria, yeah
Another street sweeper, another washer
Just another Silva
He was just another Silva
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer but he was a family man
He was just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer, family man