A Maldição Do Samba

Do you want to dance? Do you want to dance? Then get ready
The curse hit, sambaed, never stops
And it's obvious, the root is embedded in the ground
From the trunk to the fruit, with the mother ship, making the connection
And good blood, I said, good blood
There are things that invade the heart, as João said, no
Nobody does samba because they prefer to
No force in the world interferes with the power of creation
And mass-produced, it is the joker of the deck
Cultural resistance fucking house
And step by step it took over me
It's a cool thing, DJ with tambourine

It strengthened my arms, it opened my head
A worthy human being, no matter what happens
Hip hop Rio, a handful of bambas
And do you know what that is?
The curse of samba

The gringo went up the hill and drank cachaça
He smoked marijuana and got the grace
After samba, his life was never the same again

Show time the beat rolls up the best sound in the square
The bass cracks the wall and the treble breaks the window
In life everything passes and nothing can be done
But rhyme after rhyme is not free
Show time now knows how to dance samba
Samba samba on your feet
The percussion is electronic, the favela on the internet
The coconut is canned and the banana is with gum

The curse of samba

The flow is on the beat and the clock is ticking
It's paper and pen, my heart has gone crazy
Globalized or not, I maintain my ties
From hip hop to samba, it's beat by beat
Neither happy, nor distressed, nor in the most beautiful place
Nothing else interferes with the picture I paint
The old blessing guards the samba de terreiro
The curse catches you in Rio de Janeiro

The curse of samba