Acabou, Mas Tem... drops us into Emicida’s living room, where a lazy afternoon feels light as a feather while the world outside prowls like a puma. He longs for the simple joy of being bem with someone he loves, even as he remembers friends who now live only in his heart and counts his fears like beads. In vivid snapshots he shows Brazil’s social wounds, environmental disasters, and political indifference, asking how an entire country can keep pretending to be alive.
This push-and-pull between softness and struggle powers the song’s message: peace is possible, but never guaranteed. Literary nods, eco-alarms, and sharp social critique converge into a final challenge: pinch your own arm and see if you can still feel anything. When the music stops, Emicida leaves us holding a small, stubborn hope – the wish to stay human, stay awake, and simply stay bem with the people we love.
“Passarinhos” sweeps us into a bustling Brazilian cityscape where weariness, pollution and social injustice perch on every skyline. Emicida’s rap snapshots the daily grind: tired flights through life, antidepressants for bruised souls, and concrete streets so hot they scorch bare feet. Neon lights mask a grey Babylon while scarce water, endless traffic and corrupt laws leave citizens wondering which poison will finish the job. The imagery is gritty yet poetic, urging listeners to question a world that turns people into stepping-stones and heads into mere rungs on an endless ladder.
Amid this chaos, the chorus glides in like a breath of fresh air. We become passarinhos – little birds set free, determined to find a nest even if it means resting in each other’s hearts. Vanessa da Mata’s warm vocals lift the mood, transforming the city’s concrete wilderness into a place where tenderness, solidarity and hope still flutter. The message is clear: life may feel heavy, but by sticking together we can always carve out a pocket of peace, love and resilience in the middle of the storm.
Sobe Junto is a high-energy anthem about collective ambition. Emicida, Matuê and Drik Barbosa paint vivid scenes of humble origins – a battered Nokia phone, a backpack doubling as an office, and dreams born in crowded Brazilian neighborhoods. From construction sites to private jets, they trace a journey that proves every brick of success is laid by many hands. The repeated hook “Quem sonha junto, sobe junto” (“Who dreams together, rises together”) reminds us that victory tastes sweeter when the whole crew climbs the mountain.
Beyond the punchy metaphors and pop-culture shout-outs, the song carries a motivational message: unity turns impossible odds into playgrounds. Whether facing ten lions a day or navigating a chaotic “Round 6-level” Brazil, each verse insists that loyalty, faith, and shared goals are the real currency. Hip-hop wins when everyone crosses the finish line, not just the individual star. In short, Sobe Junto celebrates community power, urging listeners to dream out loud, stick together, and watch the altitude grow.
Baiana is a vibrant love letter to the women and rhythms of Salvador, Bahia. Emicida falls head over heels for a Baiana whose smile, skin tone and energy carry the pounding heartbeat of Olodum drums, the spirituality of Candomblé and the sun-drenched colors of the city’s streets. Each line bursts with local references — Pelourinho’s carnival blocos, the Lagoa de Abaeté’s white sand, the Yoruba orixá Oxum, and the Day of Iemanjá on 2 February — painting a picture of Afro-Brazilian pride that is both playful and reverent.
Over a breezy, samba-soul groove embellished by Caetano Veloso’s gentle vocals, Emicida turns a simple corner-of-the-mouth kiss into a dizzying spell. The repeated chorus “Minha cabeça ficou louca” (My head went crazy) shows how passion and culture intertwine: the woman’s allure is inseparable from the history, music and spirituality she embodies. In short, the song is not just about falling in love with a person, but with Bahia itself — its drums, myths, neighborhoods and the joyful axé that pulses through it all.
Imagine pressing pause on a hectic world, only to find that time keeps racing anyway. Emicida and Gilberto Gil invite us into that paradox with "É Tudo Pra Ontem," a musical conversation born in the long, suspended Fridays of the pandemic. Over gentle samba-soul and Gil’s calming refrain, Emicida raps about yellowing photos, unwashed dishes, and the ache of missing friends. Everyday images become reminders that everything ages, everything passes, and yet—right in the middle of uncertainty—life keeps sprouting like a stubborn seed pushing through concrete.
The heart of the song is the mantra “Viver é partir, voltar e repartir” (“To live is to leave, return, and share”). It suggests that real living is a cycle: we set out, we come home, and we divide what we gained with the community. Even the playful fable of God disguised as an anteater echoes this idea. When the creator finally checks on humanity, the verdict is only “more or less,” hinting that we still have work to do. The takeaway? Time is slipping through the hourglass, so reach out, forgive, create, and share your light today. Because according to Emicida, everything we dream of doing is already overdue—é tudo pra ontem.
“AmarElo” means “yellow” in Portuguese – the color of sunshine, positivity, and caution. Emicida mixes hip hop with a classic Belchior sample and invites the powerful voices of Majur and Pabllo Vittar to create a hymn for everyone who has ever felt pushed to the edge. The song opens with gratitude to a Brazilian God who walks at the rapper’s side, then leaps into vivid images of favela life, hunger that fuels ambition, and streets where even hope seems risky. Over a beat that feels like a warm sunrise, the three artists transform personal pain into something bright and shareable.
The chorus – “Last year I died, but this year I will not” – turns into a mantra of survival. Emicida admits to bleeding, crying “like a dog,” and flirting with self-destruction, yet he refuses to be defined by his scars. Instead, he calls listeners to wipe their tears, return to the ring, grab diplomas, and shine with “the fury of the Sun’s beauty.” “AmarElo” is both a confession and a collective pep talk: it honors the weight of depression, racism, and poverty, but insists that the story is not over. By the end, the color yellow is no longer just light – it is resistance, self-love, and the promise of standing on the podium together.
Feel the roar of the jungle and the hum of futuristic Wakanda at the same time. In “Pantera Negra,” Brazilian rapper Emicida slips on an invisible suit of vibranium and invites listeners to do the same. He links Angola’s past (Luanda) with Marvel’s utopia (Wakanda), then charges through references to Black Mamba venom, orixás, Sabotage, and Usain Bolt. Every bar is a claw swipe against racism, a salute to Black resilience, and a shout-out to cultural heroes who prove that greatness has many shades.
Across pounding drums and razor-sharp wordplay, Emicida turns pain into power. He reminds us that knowledge, art, and community are the ultimate superpowers, whether you find them in comic books, hip-hop, or ancestral memory. By the final chorus, “Pantera Negra” feels less like a song and more like a rallying cry: keep your claws ready, stay cool, and rise again—just like the Black Panther.
Emicida teams up with legendary songwriter Marcos Valle to turn everyday life into a groove-filled celebration. Rapping over a sunny, samba-soul backdrop, Emicida warns us to pause before diving into the "new-times" circus of online hate, inhale deeply, and remember what really counts. When a stranger’s "bom dia" becomes poetry and faith recharges the spirit, he reminds us that we can be light on a gray day and warriors for kindness.
The chorus becomes a battle cry for love: he’ll face any struggle, run any marathon, and shout "it’s for you, my love!"—all for the little victories adulthood hides. Those victories are delightfully ordinary:
“Mãe” is Emicida’s heartfelt love letter to the woman who carried him through Brazil’s harshest streets and his darkest thoughts. In rapid-fire verses he retraces memories of poverty, racism, jail visits and suicidal ideation, while his mother works double shifts, scrubs rich people’s floors and still finds the strength to cradle his dreams. Each vivid scene – from “banzo”-tinged tears to Malcolm X quotes recited over dirty dishes – highlights both the weight society loads onto Black women and the quiet superpowers they summon every day.
Yet the track is anything but grim; it is a celebration of redemption, ancestry and fierce maternal love. The chorus links their hands, asking an angel for guidance as he confesses that in every victory, every beat, he hears his mother’s voice. The spoken outro, where she recalls giving birth to “Leandro,” closes the song like a family photo, reminding us that divinity can look like a Black woman wiping sweat from her brow. “Mãe” is both a personal thank-you note and a universal salute to mothers who turn struggle into possibility.
Picture the day barely starting and already feeling like midnight: Pitty’s haunting hook opens with an empty space in bed, trembling thoughts, and tears no one sees. That vulnerable dawn sets the emotional thermostat of the track. “Hoje Cedo” literally means “Early Today,” and the chorus captures that fragile moment when fear and loneliness sneak in before sunlight can chase them away.
Then Emicida crashes the quiet with a spotlight confession. His verses juggle glittering stages, paparazzi flashes, and backstage decadence with memories of a humble home that now feels abandoned. He fires rapid-fire lines about drugs, false smiles, industry greed, and social inequality, exposing the hidden toll of fame on mental health and family bonds. The contrast between Pitty’s soft lament and Emicida’s raw storytelling turns the song into a cinematic dawn-after-the-party scene—one that asks whether success is worth the price of lost time, loved ones, and personal peace.
Mandume explodes like a sonic manifesto. Emicida and his all star crew patch together comic book super-powers, street slang, ancestral drums and fiery punchlines to remember Mandume ya Ndemufayo, an Angolan king who chose to fight colonial rule rather than surrender. Each verse says the same: people from the favela or the quilombo were never born to keep their heads down. The rappers turn insults, police threats and cultural theft into fuel, then answer back with pride in African roots, Black feminism, religious ancestry and the unbreakable spirit of Zumbi, Kunta Kinte and Xangô.
The track is both a history lesson and a call to action. It denounces the whitewashing of heroes, the elitism of Brazil’s high-rises, and the demand that the Black majority stay “humble.” At the same time it celebrates resistance: selling wolf teeth after being thrown to the wolves, laughing while carrying scars, using rap as armor and megaphone. Mandume ultimately invites the listener to raise their own voice, reclaim what is theirs by right and make sure oppression never passes unpunished again.
Feel the warm breeze of the Indian Ocean, the scent of salt and flowers, and a sky sprinkled with impossible amounts of stars. In “Madagascar,” Emicida turns a tropical night into a postcard of affection: he sees the universe reflected in a lover’s eyes, hears birds singing over a deep-blue sea, and decides these are pleasures he could get used to. The rapper mixes sensory details with references to poets like Pablo Neruda and Mia Couto to show how art, nature, and romance can weave together, soothing the spirit the same way soft foam curls around bare feet on the beach.
At its heart, the song is a celebration of Black heritage, tenderness, and slow-motion joy. Emicida treats love as both adventure and refuge: while the world can be harsh, the couple’s lazy mornings, playful teasing, and long embraces create a protective spell. Every verse invites the listener to stretch like a cat in the sun and trust that time is on their side. The message is simple yet powerful—pay attention to life’s small wonders, and you’ll find enough beauty to carry you through any storm.
Get ready for a street-level victory lap! In “Triunfo,” Brazilian rapper Emicida tells us he didn’t pick rap – rap picked him because he can handle hard truths. Over pulsating beats, he steps up as a “spokesperson for the forgotten,” shining a spotlight on Brazil’s favelas, crooked politics, and the daily hustle for dignity. Emicida turns the mic into a sword, promising to flip the script: if the king refuses to be humble, he’ll make the humble into kings.
The song is a rallying cry for resilience, pride, and big-picture dreams. Emicida celebrates money, success, and love, but only as tools to lift the entire community. He warns that fame without respect is quicksand, that the streets test everyone, and that every choice can create a Gandhi or a tyrant. “Triunfo” is the sound of marching drums, an Ashanti-style comeback for people long sidelined. It’s gritty, hopeful, and fiercely motivational – the perfect anthem to remind learners that words carry power, and triumph starts in the mind before it shakes the world.
Eminência Parda feels like an action-packed movie told through rhymes. Emicida and his guests celebrate surviving close calls, turning street hustle into lyrical muscle, and proving that their rise was never luck. The hook "Escapei da morte, agora sei pra onde eu vou" sets the tone: they dodged death, found purpose, and now stride through life with pockets full of confidence, ice on the wrist, and a mind sharpened by ancient wisdom. References to Exu, Jesus 2.0, and quantum oceans mix spirituality with science, showing that Black knowledge is vast and unstoppable.
The second half flips from personal triumph to collective mission. The rappers call for reversing colonial narratives, empowering the Black community, and refusing to beg for peace. They swap despair for determination, shouting "Fuck a opressão" while pledging cooperation, abundance, and eternal growth. In short, the song is a swagger-filled manifesto: it honors ancestors, mocks haters, and invites listeners to walk on water alongside them—because once you escape death, anything is possible.