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