Quem Tava Lá? (part. Luccas Carlos e Marechal)

Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh
Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh

She all in black came very slow
Nog pulled the Rap, I pulled the R&B flow
Today a bunch of guys show up at the shows
But who was there when it all started?

And I remember well, it was 2010, without Nike on my feet
And I just want to get there
No hotel room cards, unfaithful mines
And crazy women wanting to give it to me
Who was there?
I looked at the photo, you weren't there
Why are you thinking about getting closer today?
Oh-oh, you want to hang out with me because you know who I am
I caught you in the wrong
Oh-oh, it was just another whore in disguise
I want the world, like Scarface, you know what I mean?
Say hello to my little friend
Another loud fuck you, I'll manage in the game
I'm fine!
I called Costa Gold to glue and (yikes, fi!)
Lotto came with a beat that was dirty
So listen to the sound and enjoy the trip
Just don't think it's just a massage

Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh
Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh

Rap is turning into a picnic
Of a bitch, and pussy and syphilis as a gift
It's hard to say who refuses at the end of the striptease
It's sad to have an STD, don't forget that HIV exists
The worst thing is that I saw an MC who wanted to imitate me
And it won't work even if you force your voice, and
Now I understand that fashion loves this here
Do you want to know which school I attended?
And these people irritate me, my rhyme is unmatched
Hail Brown, Marshal, more real, inspires me
And still these girls call me
Want my dick, and my bad, I'm loyal
Mine without a breeze (why?)
This is more than leisure, who's to say?
If I don't know how to do this shit, then who knows how to do it?
Then fuck you
If it doesn't work for you, it's because Rap isn't just about parties
And the mic is for those who were born to be

I looked at her face and she said
Ow, are you Predella?
I said: I am!
Then give me proof
Go to the most advanced Rap house
And ask on stage who always takes over with that flow
And I scored a great goal
Since 2008, me and the crazy people at home
In 2012 Gold did come
I came in the middle and made MC be much less than they thought
Stop! You know, lek, track
Lots of rap culture, the street is calm, bro
And the small minds turn into Betty Boop, loop
Lotto on the pad, the touch of truco
The change from the check, but if the subject is hip hop
Call Predella and the madman will get lost
And Phil insists on talking about Costa on the internet
While my interview has more views than all of his rap albums
No Facebook or Instanerd
The street is only for men, boy
The year hasn't even started yet and we've already released 20 tracks
Predella brought the brown and Luccas Carlos comes in the dab
Call Snoop Dogg, Nog, Eminem was a kid
This is for Damassa and rap (boss)

Just one, neguin
Vagabond didn't expect that, no
Let's get back to reality
Gold Coast
Tell me who was there?

Saturday in Lapa talking about rap
At the bar door with the kid, wearing a cap
In the crazy metrics of pre-Fifth Floor
Those verses of love and all the faith that it would work out
I went to the party to find, ask
Comment: It's not easy having to work as a bartender to make ends meet
Only write when you have free time
And if this shit turns around, there will still be people who will talk
Joke!
He was a DJ and doorman there
It turned into the dirtiest rides
Until they turn on the light and tell me to stop
Come on Marecha, I have to close the bar!
Bacon vomited in the bathroom I had to wash it
After that, still without sleeping, I went to the beach to hand out flyers, man
99, young like Nog, I wanted to live off this right away
He booked a show without even having sound
I sent a chorus and half an hour of free
It was bad, but it evolved
Until 2003 I won 6 Battle of the Royals in a row
And he leaves the MC League undefeated
You can ask Aori
Boomshot!
Since 2004 your girl likes to listen
2005 (only the strong), Mercado Central eating pineapple
2006, I told him to go fuck himself
I hit the abused MCs who like to lie
And only at 16 did I make them give up
Take it!
I admit that I regretted it, I stopped to reflect
I meditated all day and dictated, I didn't understand, I invested in the power of now, present
I make my own clothes, my own foundation
My own phrases, I am my own agent
I make my brothers feel what it is like to be an independent spirit
2000 and always, battle of knowledge
I remember Predellinha, the little boy, there with us
At the seed growth event
Who understands that hip hop is where people
They know each other through their minds
That lets go to go ahead of its time
Travel, 2008
2009, Rimanessence, Images
2010, The War, neguin
2011, (Griot)
Sound consecrated what they call Message Rap
And my respect is for coherence
Between what I write and what I am
Bang your head like the old days
2012, I kept it up
I created the Livrar Project to take children under 12 to read
2013, we are one with Projota in Curitiba
Bravo freestyle, real tears
This shit is my life!
2014, Hip Hop is awesome
Rael, Emicida, Master KL Jay
B-Boy Pelezinho and beat box Fernandinho
15, time passed, Sant
Music don't let me lie
The real ones still know where I came from
Without selling myself, without having a CD
Without overdoing it, nor lighting THC to show off
Without wanting to be self-interested, I want to grow
Without deserving it, I succeeded without having it, without even being on TV
My knowledge about silence
Know how to read if you bring rap to be
You have to be born, you are a baby
Respect your father, damn it
I rhyme with very hungry, very hungry!
Because, whoever was there knows, we didn't even have a microphone
Talent and media? (Han)
Each one shows what they have in the lines
MC Marechal, One Way Only
I'm only gonna stop because it's not my fucking song
I went

She all in black came very slow
Nog pulled in Rap, I pulled in R&B flow
Today a bunch of guys show up at the shows
But who was there when it all started?