Rap do Silva
Todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Porque tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar
Esquecer os atritos, deixar a briga pra lá
E entender o sentido quando o DJ detonar
(E essa é uma homenagem a todos os Silvas do Brasil)
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
É 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 o beijo das crianças, prometeu não demorar
Falou pra sua esposa que ia vir pra almoçar
Mas era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
É só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
Era trabalhador, 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
Todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Porque tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar
Esquecer os atritos, deixar a briga pra lá
E entender o sentido quando o DJ detonar
E era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
É só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
E anoitecia, ele se preparava
É pra curtir o seu baile que, em suas veias, rolava
Foi com a melhor camisa, tênis que comprou, suado
E, bem antes da hora, ele já estava arrumado
Se reuniu com a galera, pegou o bonde lotado
Os seus olhos brilhavam, ele estava animado
Sua alegria era tanta ao ver que tinha chegado
Foi o primeiro a descer e, por alguns, foi saudado
Mas, naquela triste esquina, um sujeito apareceu
Com a cara amarrada, suando, estava um breu
Carregava um ferro em uma de suas mãos
Apertou o gatilho, sem dar qualquer explicação
E o pobre do nosso amigo, que foi pro baile curtir
Hoje, com sua família, ele não irá dormir
Porque era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
É 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
Só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
Era só mais um Silva
Silva's Rap
Everyone should pay attention to this story
Because there are many friends who go to the dance
Forget the conflicts, leave the fight behind
And understand the meaning when the DJ rocks the house
(And this is a tribute to all the Silvas in Brazil)
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
Gave the children kisses, promised not to be late
Told his wife he would come back for lunch
But 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 hard 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
Everyone should pay attention to this story
Because there are many friends who go to the dance
Forget the conflicts, leave the fight behind
And understand the meaning when the DJ rocks the house
And 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
As night fell, he got ready
To enjoy his dance where the music flowed in his veins
He wore his best shirt, the sneakers he bought, sweating
And well before the time, he was already dressed
He met up with the gang, got on the crowded bus
His eyes sparkled, he was excited
His joy was so great when he saw he had arrived
He was the first to get off and was greeted by some
But on that sad corner, a guy appeared
With a stern face, sweating, it was dark
He carried a gun in one of his hands
He pulled the trigger, without any explanation
And our poor friend, who went to the dance to have fun
Today, with his family, he won't sleep
Because 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 just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer, but he was a family man
Just another Silva whose star doesn't shine
He was a funk singer, but he was a family man
He was just another Silva
Escrita por: Bob Rum / MC Marcinho