Sou Função

[Function]
I'm a function, for those who don't know, let me introduce myself, and I represent the streets
Excuse me, let me get to that swing
It's a hot idea, my black man, that I'm throwing at you
Original style, with a white and burgundy bomber jacket
Go, just don't go to a group with black people
I walk swaying with my arms behind my back
I only speak in slang, and that's too much for the snitches
I'm a show-off, I confront the cops, I'm controversial
In the favela, my academic diploma
Wearing Converse sneakers, with an afro hairstyle
My back, the snare drum, the bass drum, and the clap
I grew up there, deeply involved with the job
My heart beats in the sole of my foot
This sound is great, give it a couple of listens and you'll be blown away
We are black no matter what
The rhythm is ours, brought from there
From the dirt roads without lights and shovels
The fascination doesn't die, it only begins
From the black-themed party that the boys didn't show up for
I am who I am, I live what I preach
My rap is from the ghetto and it's not for the mainstream
Bum, if you're going to contribute, come on over
I paid to get in and I'm never leaving
So come on, I want the money
A beautiful woman and a beautiful castle
I'm a true native, but where are you?
Funk and the genre will never die

[Dexter]
So much love, so much love, for the sound, for the color
The inheritance is in the blood, praise be to my Lord
Who wanted me to be a descendant through the root?
Black, function, yes I am, I am happy
A true favela dweller, a slave to the rhythm
I am an intimate friend of the alleys and backstreets
Dexter, the son of black music
Exiled, yes, imprisoned, certainly not
Rap taught me to be who I am
And to honor my race, whatever the cost
Of all the crazy guys in history, I'm just one more
What makes you see peace as an effective serum?
In the ghetto lies the harmless one who died
Through the magic of funk, the commoner was reborn
That's when things went wrong, the monster grew and was created
It's too late now, it's a shame, doctor
War is no longer so cold
I am for the function and the function is for me
Until the very end, plim, our light is contagious
Just like the Sun, which brightens the day
And it warms the street urchin who sleeps on the street
Who spent the night awake by the light of the Moon?
It's situated, because what I offer is very good
Strength and power, a gift through sound
Negô, come with us, but come with your heart
Out of passion, out of love, not just out of emotion, firm
To be functional, it has to be original
Introducing yet another loyal brother

[Mano Brown]
Being a crazy person here means you can be sure of it
Let the ladies come closer, bro, hey, we're here!
In the arena, a thousand vows of love to the creator who guides us
First of all, good morning to us!
Hey! Let me get closer, my brother!
Why not monster? Long live black Dexter!
Every twenty minutes I did two hundred push-ups
Looking for a way to circumvent the law and my depression
A good boy, but poor, ugly, weak, unhappy, and alone
Feeling like the worst, surrounded by several monsters
Using a gas canister, I made another fifty on an empty stomach
I saw hatred for the world in everything, like in the Platoon movie
In the coffee, sugar with lemon on the avocado
Damn, I saw the shirt that was stained with Colgate
If being Black is like this, why go to school?
If my instincts are bad and I can't learn
While scrubbing old pants, I made a list of what the laundry tub needed
It was a shack, yes, but my castle was funk
A dry leaf in a gale, a useless thing
It's like dying little by little, that's how I felt, uncle
Then one fine day someone showed it to me
A tribal gathering, James Brown and Al Green, wow, sex machine
Pride has sprouted, power to the Black people, let the drums roll!
Here came the cycling jerseys, Lee jeans, and a big belt buckle
White lighthouse sneakers, whoa whoa whoa thief
It's been six thousand years, even for planting
Black people all dance the same way without making a mistake
Thanking the heavens for the rain that falls
Holy God made me funk, thank you my Father
That doesn't mean I don't
I'm going to throw filet mignon to the piranhas
Pierrot versus playboys smokes marijuana
I see nothing, I don't see a dominated tape
I always see black people sad in the corners of the world
So, bro, one two one two drão
Aham aham, sound mind, sound body
Dexter has to be, with faith in the Lord
You have to pray, you have to fight, you have to struggle, black man
Oh my good judge, open your heart
If you listened to what this rap says, you would feel forgiveness
My argument is weak, but the mission is noble
The master will know how to recognize a good man
I promise to return right now
All you have to do is want it, just call and I'll be there
Behold the sweet poison, alive and well
One day at a time, without rushing, I went on that journey, my guy
I'm function