The Rappa
Miscellaneous
Collective Instinct
Quadras and quatrains and quatrains and quatrains
cirandas b boys and capoeiristas
Old dreams, new names on the avenue
Folklore is hardcore, and attacks our moment
Open the circle, whoever is outside and whoever is inside participates,
Folklore is hardcore, it instills joy
In respect for the man at the drum,
The rhythm that dominates with praise
The fact that we are together without fear,
For instinct is It's collective, my lord.
I represent the collective instinct
It's Sunday and we only have one option
The boxes are big
The sound has to be loud
To touch the crowd
To dance, there is no selection
For the samba man, for the funk man, for the bangra man
Hurricane ball, festivities of kings
Ruarup and the Boi Mamão
Our identity is our air
It is within an area of u200bu200bexclusion
Afrika Bambaata, Father Cícero and Lampião
Against the mind of exclusion, they always knew
That instinct is collective, my brother
I represent the collective instinct
Rappa from Brasil
Third world posse on the hill
Rappa from Brasil
This dance doesn't make selection
For the samba man, for the man of funk, for the bangra man
Baile da hurricane, folia de reis
Ruarup and the ox Mamão
Our identity is our home
And within this is area of u200bu200bexclusion
Commander Marcos Afrika Bambaata, Father Cícero and Lampião
Against the mind of exclusion, they always knew
That instinct is collective, my brother
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me.