Nós Por Nós

[Nog]
Here is Costa Gold damn
The more years lived
The fewer smiles sculpted in wounded lyrics
Fuck it! Feared, fearless
Myth anthems of the rich
Among the ears of the living

Let me explain to you, Costa is the place
Since the mind only wants to rest to think, contemplate
Explore our artistic side
You can't compare material with reasoning
Gold comes from spiritual essence
And the mental of the boys is rich
Lock the door, Costa Gold is in the street
And can't stand idiots, run off the route immediately
Because if caught, won't let go, malicious revolt
Mental gestation of the demon and we don't abort

Listen, the work is heavy
We work cleverly and don't come to complain, but
Just know that the work I do depends on the four
And don't come to give opinions, but, enough of empty talk
Just tangled talk that's meant to delay, just meant to mess up
Just meant to joke, I don't want to get involved, I don't even want to listen
And we have the understanding, yes
To understand that you can't do something and turn it into shit
But try to pay attention
To understand that maybe you'll end up getting fucked

[Predella]
And in what I see I only review and complicate myself
Rich discriminates against poor, there's no law or noble cause
Snake's nest, seeking in copper, politically screws
That's when I chose the microphone and not the revolver
Inspiration is 9 o'clock tea, get rules, rap, run
Because my grandfather used to say, those who rest too much die early
Bro, erase the letter, pull out the crew's resume
To see if rap isn't a job

I've seen fear in the faces of many, people get shot in the head
Thieves get slapped in the face, for not looking in the eye
Crime is like rap, with just one difference
The sickest is the one with words, not the one with powder
I've messed up in my B.O
Fuck it, it's not a tale of pity
Web monster life for those who don't move alone
Just a Latin guy who sang Belchior
I unraveled my epiphany about the domino effect

Check it out, Costa is the side we represent bro
We polish flow, proceed
Gold is the product trafficked by the company, mixed with beat and rhyme
More content!

[Adonai]
What a cold and arrogant form, the constant was created
Irreversible, intangible, now just move forward!
Ungrateful choice, from the mouth that only mistreats
My ear already dilates with ignorant criticism

If the constant passes, the best option
But the best is a matter of concept
And I don't even know what's standard anymore
However, I had a firm direction
A shield and a coat of arms
With more responsibility than those in uniform
The truth that doesn't delay, the buzz of the beetle
What the enemy disperses
We manage to turn into gold
The cake's yeast, the four arms of the goro
The sickest is the opposite that dispels the bad omen

Without pretending, interpret as you wish
It's my soul screaming in this sound
Against those who doubted my faith
Our truth is the revolt of those who didn't express themselves
The years that have passed
Those who stayed and let the gang pass by
So regretful waiting for the good times to return
For me, it's no longer possible!

That's it, then, I have a girl
And a doctrine to pass on before going to the grave
Golden zone is my ground, everything I value
I value your space, as I respect where I step
You'll see me smiling, but it's just to realize
That you can't understand every joke

[Costa Gold]
And the guys listen to us and criticize us
But it's us for us
And fuck all the shit!
If it weren't like that
You have to believe in Costa Gold!