Hit do Ano (o Peso do Voto)

Hit of the Year (The Weight of the Vote)

[MC Leozinho ZS]
I always asked for peace, prosperity for these people
And in 2022 vote Kaxeta President
To see if it ends the illness and the needy world
You would see if it wouldn't improve so suddenly
Under 16 is Japanese, went up to the mind
Signed a 16, came back 2 years and some months
Got more upset, launched a rocket right away
Said he was going to Brasília to shoot at all of them, yeah

It's dictatorship, it's torture
And if I call the congressman an asshole, you censor me
Dark, nocturnal alley, the patrol car
Naked and raw reality

You ask for bribes, increase gasoline
Governor in a plane full of cocaine
Evil dominates, massacre on the corner
Beware of the so-called stray bullet

Beloved homeland, and they don't love you that much
They just want party, talk, they won't fool me, yeah
Beloved homeland, they don't love you that much
They just want party, talk, they won't fool me
This is the weight of the vote

[MC Neguinho do Kaxeta]
Bringing the weight of the vote in my narrative
I see it has always been two weights and two measures
If Mr. João, in a moment of despair
Stole a liter of milk to feed his children
Or if a politician, out of greed and ego
Took millions from the people, who would be the one detained?
Handcuffs always sing for the weaker side
My fight is against the oppressive system
A good criminal is alive and regenerated
The one who never sinned throws the stone

But if every four years we sell our votes
We will be equal to this herd
Now, together we march, all towards the Planalto
United we will end this nonsense
We have the necessary strength, but we don't use it
We live in idolatry, we fight among ourselves
We will live on crumbs, tell me until when
Meanwhile, the rulers keep getting fatter
Handcuffs always sing for the weaker side
My fight is against the oppressive system
A good criminal is alive and regenerated
The one who never sinned throws the stone

A good criminal is alive and regenerated
The one who never sinned throws the stone

[MC Hariel]
But if the people are the voice of God, some of them will go to hell
With a tight tie, seeing the demon in a suit
With a ticket bought for taking from those who don't have
Every four years, these guys come to speak well
(Hah, uh-huh)

But if one day I see in the news
Thousands of millions going to the fool's account
Taking from a family man's table
Generating misery and carnage
But he doesn't live this reality
And the pure truth is that they don't care
Look there
On the street, the path only gets harder
And if you stop, you get run over, if you run you get fined
Look there
While some are begging for alms
Playboy worries about the gin and the fruit cuts
Look there
The difference screams, enrages
The mind of the kid who since a child wonders
Look there
Why only mine is taken as a suspect
If there comes an example of stealing from the government?

[MC IG]
If I shout: Catch the thief
In Brasília it gets all wet
But I think not, wet is for the blacks
In the crazy dawn, you see the police car
In the bread run
The kid doesn't run away and doesn't fail
If the talk is battle
We who are in the bullet
And for life to change
I gave up giving up
I will fight to achieve
That hope
Uh, in my way of singing
Look at those MCs
At Christmas, at Easter, always making the favela smile
My mom living in Angra
And I snoring in Hawaii

The system won't stop
Black from the favela was born to smile
The system won't stop
Save, Tigue, it's us who are seeing

If I shout: Catch the thief
In Brasília it gets all wet
But I think not
Wet is for the blacks in the dawn, ah

And if I shout: Catch the thief
In Brasília it gets all wet
I think not

But the funk is coming how? Revolutionizing
In music format, you know?
The revolution is sound
The revolution
And the key to everything is knowledge, okay?
Who's talking is Igor Guilherme
Thanks, DJ Perera
It's us who are

[MC Ryan SP]
Throw to the chest of the favela there one more time
From coming from the ghetto and loaders coming from there
From seeing the little black boy with hot iron in your face
For you to make a shitty face, beg for your life
Life with a cerol in hand, ready to cut you
To take on another share for oppression
Today he was invited by HR
No choice, Mrs. Maria, your son is a thief

When politics serve without thinking about the penny
I think that way a favela even thinks about growing
Democracy is in favor of doing good
Maybe my future child can even win
Today is a day of clowning and he goes to the favela
In the truck, giving candy, cake to the kids
Saying there will be school and the hospital is dark
I've been here for days and nothing has changed

God
I believe the star will still shine for mine
Uh, yeah, yeah
God
I believe the star will still shine for mine
It's the weight of the vote, minor

[MC Marks]
The peace you seek lives just around the corner
Far from the favela, it's two buses to go
Abundance, regalia, easy life is tough
There is no lack of structure and no fashionable clothes
But the reality on this side of the city
Every passing day
Some are getting into the hustle, some are dead
Others are found in private
But the pure evil
God did not create inequality
Much less the city

May He protect the dreaming child, free from all evil
Free from all evil
(It's the weight of the vote, hey minor, the responsibility is yours, spoke?)

I dream of freedom
Peace for the community
So much inequality
How long have we been resisting and fighting for equality

I dream of freedom
Peace for the community
So much inequality
How long have we been resisting and fighting for equality

[MC Kapela]
Climbing the hill wanting to fool my people
But I don't sleep in the noise
And who would have thought, embracing the old ladies
Drinking water from the tap, eating even stale pastries
Broke the mood in Mr. Zé's bar
You drank cachaça, swallowed your pride
That to get into character, to deceive the community
Dirty trick, even smokes weed
When it's time to ask for votes it's more punctual than the Sun
But for the favela you never did anything for
I'm like a boat adrift
Without oars, without sails, asking for help
And who makes little of the vote
Can't complain about taxes
And only those who suffer are the black, the poor, the northeastern
While the rich continue laughing while the people are screwed
And only those who suffer are the black, the poor, the northeastern
While the rich continue laughing while the people are screwed

[MC Menor da VG]
I'm outraged, you know
The people are the voice, the voice in God
Cool funk, flying high
You are responsible for your future
Like a civil war, citizen with a rifle
Can you imagine in Brazil? The country lives in the opposite direction
It's an election year, go ahead, get the vision
That the future of the nation is right in your hands
2022 is the year of victory
Don't think later so you don't regret
Make your choices, don't throw away
The vote is yours, it depends on you

Under 16, you have the duty to make it happen
Just think about what you have to eat
Job for the old lady, where will it be?
The hospitals are full, who will attend to you?
The school is crap, who will make it worth?
What chance of winning? What's the risk of losing?
Do it for yourself
So do it for yourself, yeah

I'm outraged, you know
The people are the voice, the voice in God
Cool funk, flying high
You are responsible for your future

[MC Vitão do Savoy]
The favela is tired
In weight we will shout
Favela that is a sufferer
Tired of crumbs
Every day in the battle to bring bread
To still arrive some guys in uniform, abusing power, causing oppression
It's ugly to see
No school for the children
See that our hope
Is in the hands of these scoundrels
And if you stop to see
The favela is abandoned
We are here on this side
Motivating the kids

It's hard for the favela to win like this
And you, minor? Focus and don't give up
A lot of faith in the Creator, He blesses you
And you, minor? Focus and don't give up

It's hard for the favela to win like this
And you, minor? Focus and don't give up
A lot of faith in the Creator, He blesses you
And you, minor?

[MC Kadu]
I don't trade my vote
It's not for business
Business is to pay more attention to the slum, the hill, and fulfill the promises
I remember my vote
How many and how
Promises, but in the end forgets and leaves the others in the lurch, I suppose
Sink
Open mouth leans in the middle of the break, makes a mouth of the urn
Ah, denigrate, enjoy the image, lice without posture
Ah, why hold back?
I know, I also find it annoying to see a corrupt politician
But the voice to change the fact is us well-argued
And educated, well-armed
I'm not fooled anymore by the photos, here should already be paved
Teach my brothers that the vote has a weight
And that this weight weighs too much
Teach my brothers to choose their elected
And that this elected does something more

Teach my brothers that the vote has a weight
And that this weight weighs too much
Teach my brothers to choose their elected
And that this elected does something more

[MC Cebezinho]
So get out of the way, it's one more from Tiradentes
Who messes with the pen and will speak the bullshit
Report the scoundrel that he does with my people
That the tear of a mother from a ghetto never moved you
For the dream of the kids you don't give a damn, I was one more
Who tasted your poison and today is smooth and whole, I owe nothing to you
If you sprout in the favela asking for votes, you'll see
Every four years this gang always shows up
The last one that came made us go back, forget it
Don't come acting crazy that you do nothing
Want to deceive with basic food basket and promote candidacy

And I'll do my thing, I'll talk to the youngest
March, jão, don't worry, a lot of faith and disposition
Count only on God, because with politicians it doesn't work
But vote right, brother

And I'll do my thing, I'll talk to the youngest
March, jão, don't worry, a lot of faith and disposition
Count only on God, because with politicians it doesn't work
But vote right, brother, yeah

[MC GP]
Speaks nicely, makes promises
Zero commitment to the favela
Election year, the worms of the earth
In suits and ties causing a great war
Minor with the piece trafficking in the alley
Bag full of drugs, the reality here hurts
The cool guys who used to go to school
Now live in drugs, sinking in the dawn
The governor spending with prostitutes
The aunt felt the pain when she lost her son Lucas
Who because of his color was hit in the back of the neck
Ah, never comes back

And then, vote for me, I promise improvement for the city
Two months passed, he was seen in an Audi
Around the city, with two high-class models
Laughing at our community
Be rational in the vote
Politicians are opposites
They want to blind my eyes
But nothing takes away the focus of changing this world

Be rational in the vote
Politicians are opposites
They want to blind my eyes
But nothing takes away the focus of changing this world

[MC Kelvinho]
And if it's hard there
Ask yourself how it is here, it's still scarce
I'm tired of people being slaves
Oh, my Lord, guide all my steps
And I won't fail
Like the motherfuckers who come to deceive
We are the favela and for you we are not good
Just to calculate how much each one will steal
Change the clown, but the circus continues to party
Several deserved a beating for war of interest
And my people die on the sidewalk of the hospital
But I just leave a reminder for those who think it's a trick
But won't escape the Lord in the Final Judgment

Several deserved a beating for war of interest
And my people die on the sidewalk of the hospital
But I just leave a reminder for those who think it's a trick

I am favela, I am
And several run for me
God is my fortress
Don't let me suffer
One day I will put an end
See my favela smile
Eradicate poverty
Appreciate nature
May peace prevail

[MC Don Juan]
Few options and a lot of neurosis
Strong to bring luck, who can't, shakes
Abandons and leaves and look who came back to the cut
The idiots who thought this was the end of the verse
As long as there are black and poor people being mistaken for criminals
It is a fact that we will always report that those who steal Brazil
Are the rich in suits and fine beaks
So review well who you will point out

That the cloth will tear
I don't raise a flag for any criminal
And you will have to put up with it
I'm not left or right and you all can go to hell

That the cloth will tear
I don't raise a flag for any criminal
And you will have to put up with it
I'm not left or right and you all can go to hell