Who comes from where we come
To be humbler, bow your head
Pretend you forgot the whole thing
I just want them to f*ck off
Who comes from where we come
To be humbler, bow your head
Pretend you forgot the whole thing
I just want them to f*ck off
I'm Storm, yet I got in the mind like Jean Grey
I cursed whoever says a girl can't be sensei
I jingue, yeah I know, ever since Santa Cruz, rich kids
I left ’em shocked, like Racionais, hey boy
So much offense, intense fight denies my presence
Enough, I'm the voice of the sisters who form resistance
Bro, rhyme and conduct, freak out, listen, keep watching
Era of fruit women, I came poison girl
The system is busted, spent, drags Claudia who doesn't rise
Enough of Globeleza, right? Major fail
Heavy rhyme’s enough, I speak for real, like Tim Maia
I lay waste to these suckers, like the Mayan calendar
Black women’s feminism hits hard, big beef
So much that today you'll leave scared of pu**
Drik Barbosa, don't forget
If others make you tip your hat, we rip heads off
But bro, without identity we're History's object
That deifies heroes and forges, hides the upright in the story
Appropriation for ages, the tale is packed with those
But that doesn't mean I s*it on the scum
I felt Sundi's legacy
Got it, I don't die an average death, and
For a change, heir of Zumbi
It's one and two and three and four, doesn't matter
Since they'd rather I was blind, I still haven't seen one from here give in
Take your hand off my mother
Smell fear? You'll need a keener nose
That's the worth of the real, pricey
At the call of the alimamo Nkosi Sikelel, bro
Only those who had banzo feel it
I can't be any clearer
Look where the ghetto kids go
By the logic of those who want reduction
Respect, won't they have for me?
Protagonist, he's black, yes
I came from the ghetto to show what sets us apart
It isn't the genitals or the monkey that hurts
It's like throwing me to the wolves
I walk out selling tooth necklaces and fur coats
Black meme is "inspires me to want a rifle"
White meme is "they won't bring Yan, Gamba and Rigue back"
Pull my tooth with pliers
But I won't be mascot for those who spoil lunch
As long as death is the option to keep the idea alive
Tamed, I don't live; I don't want your crime
To see my mother throw roses
I'm a carnation, I lived among trained thorns
Worse is I've died so many times before
Before you fill me with bullets
No bruise, our soul smiles
The fight is resisting in this field of uniforms
Who comes from where we come
To be humbler, bow your head
Pretend you forgot the whole thing
I just want them to f*ck off
Who comes from where we come
To be humbler, bow your head
Pretend you forgot the whole thing
I just want them to f*ck off
Bathe my symbol, guard my mantle
Because I'm gonna rise like a king
Y'all live off my scar
I'm waiting to watch bleed what I bled
With the mind racing, free like Kunta Kinte
I'll be whatever I want
No rich kid has been born yet to grasp what it was
To have chains on your feet
As fake as Kleber Aran, the empty ones embrace
The tucano Revolution, reactionary hip-hop
Candy in the mouth, lança perfume in hand
They're the junkies from Faria Lima, man, it's a blasé Cracolândia
Jesus in a striped polo, on the hustle, faded haircut
Grab the 2Pac poster, ’cause you'll never be
Original favela, Golden Era, street on the mic
Today the rich kids pose dread, yesterday we took your Nikes
The village mutts and the gate pitbulls
Muzzike, the janitor's son, I wipe the floor with these
I walk with death in my pocket, thorns in my heart
What are the hyenas laughing at
If the king of the savanna is the lion?
Sing to greet, bro, your king has arrived
Yes, Alaafin, I came from Oyo, Shango
From here, from Mali to Cuando, from Yoruba to the gang
We have no pope, not in the tongue or in sacred writing
No, not under my watch, pal
Lower your spear-knife, misfired shotgun
Half-turn on Barja, Europe bows down
No twisted ideas in rap, I march at the front of the troop
No Eucharist in my chant
They see me standing in Bahia, they back up into the Atlantic
Trying to bring us down is centuries old
Today they come through the avenues, but they already came by sea
Oya, we all have a compass to a good place
Some point to Lisbon, I seek Omonguá
If the mind from now on is an enemy
The heart says it's not wrong, so go on
Sorrows in loop-cínio, the cult-cínio, what?
When you see the Simonal that y'all won't
Big like Ron Mueck, got it kid? Zé do Caroço
Want a better photoshop than money in the pocket?
Seeing rap sell like Coke, truth, no, no
Better, among us there's no rat head
It's Brazil, abroad, capital, interior
You might see us laughing with the chest full of rancor
How to foresee that so many needed freestyles
Will earn me the Miley Cyrus collection
I mixed Marley, Cairo, Harley, Pairo, cool
Like Mario, I went down the pipe but took the princesses
Several disses, I'm no saint, envy magnet is Bantu
I went on Xuxa to see what to do
If someone smaller writes you so much
I'm about the advance and the favelas got it
Consider, if misery is buddy, imagine me
Scorsese, my thesis doesn't fear, doesn't owe, so soon
Ghetto victory, light for who serves?
In the plot he knows the laurels of fame
Ok, now look at the black folks, call
Who comes from where we come
To be humbler, bow your head
Pretend you forgot the whole thing
I just want them to f*ck off
Who comes from where we come
To be humbler, bow your head
Pretend you forgot the whole thing
I just want them to f*ck off
It's more than making noise
And watching us retake what's ours by right
Because of them we stayed mute
Much less making history, having a book done
Understand we descend from Africa and have as legacy
Highlighting the diaspora of an oppressed people
We want more than historical reparations
To see our people in evidence and that's no request
Enough of so much didactics, life is too vast
To waste our time teaching what you should've learned already
Because more than a heavy beat
It's making Mandume's legacy echo in your mind
And as far as my generation's concerned, bro
They'll no longer go unpunished