Quanto Vale o Show? (part. DJ Cia)
Primeira coisa que aprendi a fazer
Na minha vida foi isso aqui, ó
Ah, é isso!
Só eu sei os desertos que cruzei até aqui
Tá lançada a sorte! Hey!
83 era legal, sétima série eu tinha 13, pá e tal
Tudo era novo, hein, ô tempo brutal!
O auge era o Natal, beijava a boca das mina
Nas favelas de cima tinha um som e um clima bom
O kit era o Fire White, o quente era o Patchouli
O pica era o Djavan, o hit era o Billie Jean
Do rock ao black, as mais top
Nos dias de mais sorte, ouvia no Som Pop
Moleque magro e fraco, invisível na esquina
Planejava chacina na minha mente doente, hein!
Sem pai nem parente, nem! Sozinho entre as feras
Os malandro que era na miséria fizeram mal
Meu primo resolve ter revólver
Em volta outras revoltas, envolve-se fácil
Era guerra com a favela de baixo
Sem livro, nem lápis, e o Brasil em colapso
Quanto vale
Quanto vale
Quanto vale
Quanto vale o show?
Aconteceu
Já em 86, subi aos 16, ao time principal
Via em São Paulo
Tava mil grau, já! Favela pra carai, fi
Bar em bar, baile em baile, degrau após degrau, ia
Quanto baixo eu pude, pobre muito mal, ê!
O preto vê mil chances de morrer, morou?
Com roupas ou tênis sim, por que não?
Pra muitos, Artemis, benzina ou Optalidon
Tudo pela preza, irmão
Olha pra mim e diga: Vale quanto pesa ou não?
Quanto vale
Quanto vale
Quanto vale
Quanto vale o show?
A César o que é de César, primeira impressão
Os moleque tinha pressa, mano
Que funk louco, que onda é essa mano?
E assim, meus parceirinho virou ladrão!
É que malandro é malandro mesmo, e várias fita
Era Bezerra o que tava tendo, Malandro Rife
Outros papo, outras gírias mais, outras grifes
Cristian Dior, Samira, Le Coq Sportif
G-shock eu tive, calça com pizza eu fiz
Brasil é osso, ideia fixa eu tinha, porque
Pardinho, igual eu assim, era um monte, uma pá
Fui garimpar, cruzei a ponte pra lá
Hey, zica!
Isso significa que era naquele pique, portando repique de mão, jhow
No auge do Chic Show, nos traje
Kurtis Blow era o cara
Curtição da massa, era luxo, só viver pra dançar
Fui ver Sandra Sá, Whodini eu curti
A vitrine: Pierre Cardin, Gucci, é! Fiorucci, hã!
Yves Saint Laurent, Indigo Blue
Corpo negro semi-nu encontrado no lixão
Em São Paulo, a última a abolir a escravidão
Dezembro sangrento, SP, mundo cão promete
Nuvens e valas, chuvas de balas em 87
Quanto vale?
Quanto vale o show?
How Much is the Show Worth? (feat. DJ Cia)
First thing I learned to do
In my life was this right here, oh
Ah, that’s it!
Only I know the deserts I crossed to get here
The die is cast! Hey!
'83 was cool, seventh grade I was 13, you know
Everything was new, man, what a brutal time!
Christmas was the peak, kissing girls’ lips
In the upper neighborhoods there was good music and vibes
The kit was Fire White, the hot one was Patchouli
The real deal was Djavan, the hit was Billie Jean
From rock to rap, the top hits
On lucky days, I’d listen to Som Pop
Skinny and weak kid, invisible on the corner
Planning chaos in my sick mind, you know!
No dad or relatives, no! Alone among the beasts
The hustlers in the slums did harm
My cousin decides to get a gun
Around him, other revolts, it’s easy to get involved
It was war with the lower neighborhood
No books, no pencils, and Brazil in collapse
How much is it worth?
How much is it worth?
How much is it worth?
How much is the show?
It happened
Back in '86, I rose at 16, to the main team
Saw it in São Paulo
It was lit, already! Slums everywhere, man
Bar to bar, party to party, step by step, I went
As low as I could, poor as hell, hey!
The black guy sees a thousand chances to die, you know?
With clothes or sneakers, why not?
For many, Artemis, benzene or Optalidon
All for the hustle, bro
Look at me and tell me: Is it worth what it weighs or not?
How much is it worth?
How much is it worth?
How much is it worth?
How much is the show?
To Caesar what is Caesar's, first impression
The kids were in a hurry, man
What crazy funk, what’s this vibe, man?
And so, my little buddies turned into thieves!
It’s that a hustler is a hustler for real, and a lot of stories
It was Bezerra that was happening, Malandro Rife
Different talk, different slang, different brands
Christian Dior, Samira, Le Coq Sportif
I had a G-shock, made pants with pizza
Brazil is tough, I had a fixed idea, because
Little brown kids like me, there were a lot, a bunch
I went to dig, crossed the bridge over there
Hey, zica!
That means it was at that pace, holding a hand signal, jhow
At the peak of Chic Show, in style
Kurtis Blow was the man
Mass enjoyment, it was luxury, just living to dance
I went to see Sandra Sá, I enjoyed Whodini
The showcase: Pierre Cardin, Gucci, yeah! Fiorucci, huh!
Yves Saint Laurent, Indigo Blue
Semi-nude black body found in the dump
In São Paulo, the last to abolish slavery
Bloody December, SP, the dog-eat-dog world promises
Clouds and trenches, rain of bullets in '87
How much is it worth?
How much is the show worth?