Quanto Vale o Show? (part. 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?