Quem Tava Lá? (feat. 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 in Rap, I in R&B flow
Today a bunch of guys hang out at the shows
But who was there when it all began?

And I remember well, it was 2010, no Nike on my feet
And I just wanted to arrive
No hotel room cards, unfaithful girls
And crazy ones wanting to give me
Who was there?
I looked at the photo, you weren't there
Why do you think about getting closer today?
Oh-oh, you want to hang out with me because you know well who I am
I caught you in the mistake
Oh-oh, you were just another disguised whore
I want the world, like Scarface, understand the vibe?
Say hello to my little friend
Another fuck off loud, I manage in the game
I'm fine!
I called Costa Gold to hang out and (damn!)
Lotto came with a beat that was wicked
So listen to the sound and enjoy the ride
Just don't think it's all massage

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

Rap is turning into a picnic
Of bitches, pussy, and syphilis as a bonus
Hard to refuse at the end of the strip-tease
It's sad to have an STD, don't forget HIV exists
The worst is that I saw an MC who wants to imitate me
And it won't work even if you force your voice, and
Now I understand that fashion loves this
They want to know which school I attended
And these people annoy me, my rhyme is unmatched
Greetings Brown, Marechal, more real, inspire me
And still these girls call me
Want my dick, and my evil, I'm loyal
To my high without breeze (why?)
This is more than leisure, who will tell me?
If I don't know how to do this shit, then who knows how to do it?
Then fuck off
If it's not for you, it's because Rap is not just a party
And the mic is for those born to be

I looked at her face and she said
Hey, are you Predella?
I said: I am!
Then give me a proof
Go to the most advanced Rap house
And ask on stage who always takes over with this flow
And I scored a goal
Since 2008, me and the crazy ones at home
In 2012 Gold came, yes
I came in the middle and made MC be much less than they thought
Stop! You know, kid, track
A lot of Rap culture, the street is serene man
And the small-minded become Betty Boop, loop
Lotto on the pad, the touch of the truco
The change of the check, but if the subject is hip hop
Call Predella that the crazy one gets lost
And Phill insists on talking about Costa on the internet
While my interview has more views than all your rap records
Without Facebook or Instanerd
The street is only for men, hey kid
The year hasn't even started yet and we've already released 20 tracks
Predella brought the brown and Luccas Carlos comes in dab
Call Snoop Dogg, Nog, Eminem was a kid
This is for Damassa and for rap (boss)

One only, dude
The bastard didn't expect this, no
Let's get back to reality
Costa Gold
Tell me who was there?

Saturday in Lapa talking about rap
At the bar with the guys, with caps
In the crazy metrics of pre-Quinto Andar
Those verses of love and all the faith that would work out
I would go to the party to meet, ask
Comment: it's not easy to have to work as a bartender to break even
Write only when there's free time
And if this shit turns around, there will still be those who will talk
Joke!
I was a DJ and a doorman there
I turned the dirtiest rolls
Until they turned on the light and told me to stop
Come on Marecha, I have to close the bar!
Bacon vomited in the bathroom, I had to clean
After that, still without sleep, I went to the beach to hand out flyers, man
99, young like Nog, just wanted to live this
Booked shows without even having sound
Sent a chorus and half an hour of free
It was bad, but I evolved
Until 2003 I won 6 Batalha do Real in a row
And came out undefeated from Liga dos MC's
You can ask Aori
Boomshot!
Since 2004 your girl likes to listen
2005 (only the strong), Mercado Central eating pineapple
2006, I told them to fuck off
I beat the daring MCs who like to lie
And at only 16 I made them give up
Take it!
I admit I regretted it, stopped to reflect
Meditated all day and dictated, didn't understand, invested in the power of now, present
I make my own clothes, my own beat
My own phrases, I'm my own agent
I make the brothers feel what it is to be an independent spirit
2000 and always, battle of knowledge
I remember little Predella there with us
In the event for the growth of the seed
Who understands that hip hop is where people
Get to know each other through the mind
That lets go to go ahead of its time
Trip, 2008
2009, Rimanessência, Images
2010, The War, dude
2011, (Griot)
Sound consecrated what they call Message Rap
And my respect is for the coherence
Between what I write and what I am
Head banging like in the old days
2012, I kept it up
I created Projeto Livrar to take the younger out of the 12 to give them a read
2013, we are one with Projota in Curitiba
Brave freestyle, real tears
This shit is my life!
2014, Hip Hop is fucking
Rael, Emicida, Mestre KL Jay
B-Boy Pelezinho and beatbox Fernandinho
15, time passed, Sant
Music doesn't let me lie
The real ones still know where I came from
Without selling out, without having a CD
Without exceeding, or lighting THC to appear
Without wanting to be interested I want to grow
Without deserving, I succeeded without having, without even going on TV
My knowledge about silence
Knows how to read if you bring rap to be
You have to be born, you are a baby
Respect the father, damn
I rhyme with a lot of hunger, a lot of hunger!
Because, those who were there know, 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'll only stop because the damn music isn't mine
I was

She all in Black came very slow
Nog pulled in Rap, I in R&B flow
Today a bunch of guys hang out at the shows
But who was there when it all began?