MC Caverinha, the "Golden Maknae" of Brazilian funk, isn't afraid to break the mold. His 2023 single, "Cartão Black," explodes off the scene, not just with its catchy title referencing the coveted black credit card, but with a potent blend of funk, rap, and electronic influences that throws open the genre doors and invites chaos to the party.

A Riot of Sound and Vision:

From the opening teaser's cryptic title referencing the Myers-Briggs personality type known for its practicality, "Cartão Black" throws expectations out the window. The music video plunges viewers into a dystopian classroom ruled by robotic authority figures, where Caverinha and his cohorts defy the rigid system with graffiti-clad uniforms and rebellious swagger. This sets the tone for the rest of the video – a riot of neon lights, frenetic dancing, and a defiant middle finger to societal norms.

Genre-Bending Mayhem:

The song itself is a genre-bending masterpiece. It pulsates with a distorted bassline, bursts into electronic breakdowns, and then throws in a dash of traditional funk rhythms just to keep you on your toes. Kayblack and Wall Hein add their own distinct flavors to the mix, Kayblack's smooth vocals contrasting with Caverinha's rapid-fire verses, and Wall Hein's electronic wizardry weaving a soundscape that's both futuristic and gritty.

Lyrics That Bite:

"Cartão Black" isn't just about partying with a fancy credit card. The lyrics are biting social commentary, railing against societal pressures and the stifling expectations placed on young people. Lines like "Eu não sou robô, não sou máquina, vou quebrar as correntes, reescrever meus sonhos" (I'm not a robot, I'm not a machine, I'm gonna break the chains, rewrite my dreams) resonate with anyone who has ever felt trapped or misunderstood.

More Than Just a Song:

"Cartão Black" is more than just a catchy song and a visually stunning video. It's a conversation starter, sparking discussions about mental health, the pressures of conformity, and the importance of embracing individuality. Caverinha isn't afraid to be vulnerable, showcasing his own struggles and anxieties alongside the braggadocio. This raw honesty connects him with his audience on a deeper level, creating a sense of community and shared experience.

From Funk to Global Stage:

"Cartão Black" marks a bold departure for Caverinha. He sheds his mainstream funk persona and embraces a more edgy, experimental artistic direction. This willingness to take risks and push boundaries is what makes him such a compelling artist. The song's international success, with millions of views on YouTube and praise from critics worldwide, shows that Brazilian funk has the potential to conquer the global stage.

A Call to Break Free:

Ultimately, "Cartão Black" is a call to action. It encourages us to break free from the expectations placed upon us, to embrace our individuality, and to rewrite our own narratives. The song's chaotic energy and rebellious spirit are infectious, urging us to dance to our own beat and celebrate the unique spark that makes us who we are.

So, crank up the volume, unleash your inner rebel, and join MC Caverinha, Kayblack, and Wall Hein as they tear down the walls of conformity with "Cartão Black." This isn't just a song; it's a manifesto for a generation unafraid to be loud, proud, and different. The revolution starts now, one pulsating beat at a time.



Cartão Black (part. KayBlack) MC Caverinha

O tigre abasteci, dei ração pra buscar o parceiro (que beat do Wall, ele não é à toa)

Me trajei, já deixei o crocodilo descansar embaixo do coqueiro
Já passei no gordão, já mandei o disfarção, tá na régua o cabelo
Resgatei o tigre, abasteci, dei ração pra buscar o parceiro
Percebi que as mandraka só joga se tiver motor e dinheiro

Então bota os tratorzão na pista
Os que assombra em solo paulista
O desejo de várias bandida
O pesadelo desses coxinha
Desenvolto, só marcha pra cima
Dom do toque, rei da bruxaria
Elas chamam de amor, de vida
Mas não era assim nas antiga

(Ela chama de amor, de vida)
(Ei, Caveira)

Resgatei meu cartão black
Resgatei meu cartão black, liguei o KayBlack, que até a atendente sorriu
Comprava na 25, e hoje, na Lacoste, eu deixei vinte e cinco mil
Comprei até uma pretona, vulgo africana, com o sobrenome Twin
Mas não sou eu que tô no toque, não, deixei um brother pilotar por mim
Ainda lembro da minha bike, toda equipada com guidão de moto
Corri pra caramba sem perder o foco
Hoje o Cavalão de Troia é eu que toco
E nem posso, e nem posso
Sempre roletando na minha quebrada (na minha quebrada)
Sendo inspiração pra toda molecada (toda molecada)
Geladeira cheia, comida na mesa
Aquele boy só quer saber se minha roupa é de marca ou falsa

Me trajei com o conjunto chave que vem de país estrangeiro
Já passei a má fase, enfrentei o medo, eu nunca fui herdeiro
Resgatei o tigre, abasteci, dei ração pra buscar o parceiro
Percebi que as mandraka quer jogar pra quem tem motor e dinheiro

Me trajei, já deixei o crocodilo descansar embaixo do coqueiro
Já passei no gordão, já mandei o disfarção, tá na régua o cabelo
Resgatei, o tigre abasteci, dei ração pra buscar o parceiro
Percebi que as mandraka só joga se tiver motor e dinheiro

Então bota os tratorzão na pista
Os que assombra em solo paulista
O desejo de várias bandida
O pesadelo desses coxinha
Desenvolto, só marcha pra cima
Dom do toque, rei da bruxaria
Elas chamam de amor, de vida
Mas não era assim nas antiga

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