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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
Davi Viera
Davi Viera
Drums
John Cave
John Cave
Guitar
Nailton "Media Noche" Bispo Dos Santos
Nailton "Media Noche" Bispo Dos Santos
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Composer
Talib Greene
Talib Greene
Songwriter
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Songwriter
Jorge Mario Da Silva
Jorge Mario Da Silva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Producer
Alby Cohen
Alby Cohen
Engineer
Chris Pummill
Chris Pummill
Assistant Engineer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jason Schweitzer
Jason Schweitzer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, yea, yea uh uh Turn the music up, uh uh Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Okay, okay, we almost there Let's go, let's go, uh, uh Yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah, yeah, yeah É tudo nosso Conexão Brasil, Estados Unidos É pra chapar rapá... Eu tenho o prazer de dizer que 'tô ah... Aqui agora para cantar para você, para balançar Se voce quiser, pode chegar, pode dançar Oh Last night I had a dream that was so real I woke up in a cold sweat, it felt so ill I stared into the face of an angel Tainted by the city, you ain't from this place it'll change you Walkin by, I thought I was sly Offered to try, at first I thought she was shy 'Til I saw this guy at the bar talkin to her reckless She ignored him, cast a glance in my direction, started dancin to my section Her body flyer than a jet pilot What a smile and the eyes like wet violets They flutter by like the wings of the butterfly Keep it tight, Eva Mendes in The Other Guys Got me in another zone they call her Sunshine like "Put your mother on the phone, I ain't comin' home" Put a deposit on a place in her heart All along she a place from the start My favela love, man I fell in love, man I fell in love Man I fell in love, man I fell in love Man I, man I fell in love Man I, man I fe... Uh É, a gente é desse jeito mesmo é diferente É, é brasileiro é swingueiro, é coração É, a gente é que bota fé na vida pode crê Tamo ai para viver para encarar É, pro que der e vier (É) É nois que tá na fita agora pode crê Brasil crescendo a gente tá aí para aparecer Se você quiser colar com a gente, não tem nada, não A gente vai correndo junto nessa mesma união Brasil o povo de mistura, é raça, é pé no chão Objetividade na vontade de crescer A feeling of panic engulfin the whole planet Yet my words are slow dancin, my language is romantic Vocabulary that's bustin your capillaries My freedom will taste sweeter than juices of blacker berries My adversaries speak ill of my name, I'm so sick Attack is very guerilla, my game is so pimp Everything fall into place, it's gravitational Profit stay in the black, the shade is so un-fadeable Healthy relationship make your other ones better I'm Lee Scratch Perry, they call me the upsetter For the cheddar get the bread up Mr. International call it the bruschetta, the spiritual newsletter I wish you knew the arc of the story and knew your part You're lookin into my heart or just lookin to be a part From a boss in my prime, look how we crossin the finish line How you tired, I stay wired like I was offered a line É, a gente é desse jeito mesmo é diferente É, é brasileiro é swingueiro, é coração É, a gente é que bota fé na vida pode crê Tamo ai para viver para encarar É, pro que der e vier (É) É nois que tá na fita agora pode crê Brasil crescendo a gente tá aí para aparecer Se você quiser colar com a gente, não tem nada, não A gente vai correndo junto nessa mesma união Brasil o povo de mistura, é raça, é pé no chão Objetividade na vontade de crescer I don't wanna bang it or beat it, hit it or stab it You're listenin to voodoo, I call it the black magic You jammin up the traffic, you bubble, it don't stop It might blow up but it won't go pop "Pow!" That's the sound like onomatopoeia Got me floatin when you (Rockin My Boat) like you Aaliyah Got the African features like people out in Bahia Mix tobacco with the reefer like you was a European When I leave I'm gonna miss you, (Official) like Kardinal Trust I'll come back and I'll visit for carni-val When I come back around, take me out on the town And you can show me how you put it down My favela love, man I fell in love, man I fell in love Man I fell in love, man I fell in love Man I, man I fell in love Man I, yea, yea, yea... É, é nois que tá na fita agora pode crê Brasil crescendo a gente tá aí para aparecer Se você quiser colar na gente, não tem nada não A gente vai correndo junto nessa mesma união Brasil o povo de mistura, é raça, é pé no chão Objetividade na vontade de crescer
Writer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Jorge Mario Da Silva, Terrace Jahmal Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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