[Translation of "Quem Tava Lá?", by Costa Cold, featuring Luccas Carlos & MC Marechal]

[Chorus: Luccas Carlos]
She's wearing all black, I come very slowly
Nog started the rap, I did the R&B flow
Today, a lot of guys come to the shows
But who was there when it all started?

[Verse 1: Luccas Carlos]
And I remember well, it was 2010, without Nikes on my feet
And I just wanted to get there
Without hotel room cards, unfaithful and crazy girls wanting to give to me
Who was there?
Saw the picture, you wasn't there
Why today you want to get closer?
Oh ow, want to get with me 'cause you know who I am
Got you mistaking
Oh oh! It was just another disguised hoe
"I want the world" like Scarface, gеt it?
"Say hello to my little friend"
Anothеr loud "fuck", I get through with the game
I'm fine!
Called Costa Gold to come and... (Damn, boy!)
Lotto came with a crazy beat
So listen to the song and enjoy the trip
Just don't think it's just ease
[Verse 2: Nog]
Rap is becoming picnic
Of motherfuckers, pussy and syphilis as gift
It's hard someone that refuses at the end of the striptease
It's sad to have STD, don't forget that HIV exists
The worst is that I saw MCs that want to imitate me
But you won't, even if you force your voice
Now I understood, now this is the style
They even want to know which school I went
And this people, make me mad, there isn't like my rhymes
Shout out to Brown, Marechal, more real, inspires me
And still this girl calls me
Wants my dick, and my bad, I'm real
To mine, no jokes (Why?)
This is more than leisure, who's gonna tell me?
If I don't know how to do this shit, then who knows?
So fuck you
If you can't take it, it's 'cause rap is not just parties
And the mic is for those who were born to be

[Verse 3: Predella]
I looked at her face, and she said "ow"
"Are you Predella?" I said: "I am!"
"So give me some proof"
Go to the rap house, the more advanced
Ask at the stage who always break through with this flow
I made a plaque goal
Since 2008, me and the boys at home
In 2012 the Gold did came
I came in the middle and made MCs be a lot less than they thought
Stop! You know, man, track
A lot of rap culture, the street is calm, bro
And the close minded become Betty Boop, loop
Lotto on the pad, the deck touch
The change of the check, but if the subject is hip hop
Call Predella that the crazy gets lost
And Phill insists in talking about Costa on the internet
While my interview has more views than all his rap records
Without Facebook or "Instanerd"
The streets are only for man, boy
The year hasn't even started yet, and we already released 20 tracks
Predella brought the green and Luccas Carlos came with the dab
Call Snoop Dogg, Nog, Eminem was a kid
This is for Damassa, for the rap, boss
[Bridge: MC Marechal]
Only one, n***a
N***as weren't waiting for this
Let's go back to reality
Costa Gold
Tell me who was there

[Verse 4: MC Marechal]
Saturday at Lapa, talking 'bout rap
At the bar door with the boys, wearing a cap
Crazy metrics - Quinto Andar
Those love verses and all the faith that it would work
Used to go to parties, meet, ask
Comment: "It's not easy to have to work as a barman to survive"
Write only at free time
And if this shit comes around, there will still be someone to say
Kidding!
I was DJ and doorman there
Did the dirtiest job, until they turn on the lights and tell me to stop
"Let's go, Marecha? I have to close the bar"
Bacon puked in the bathroom, I had to clean it
After that, still without sleeping, I went to the beach to deliver flyers, man
99, was a kid like Nog, wanted to live this soon
Booked shows without having a song, spilled a verse
And half an hour of free, was bad, but I evolved
Until 2003, I won 6 Batalha do Real in a roll
And made out undefeated from the Liga dos MC's
You can ask Aori
Boomshot
Since 2004 your girl likes to listen
2005 (Only the strong) central market eating pineapples
2006 said "fuck it", punched the abusive MC's that like to lie
Had only 16, made 'em surrender
Take it
I admit that I regretted, stopped to reflect
Meditated the whole day, understood, invested in the power of now, present
I make my own clothes, my own base
My own phrases, I'm my own agent
I make the brothers feel what is like being an independet spirit
2000 and always, knowledge battle
I remeber little Predella, kid, with us at the happenings
For the growth of the seed that understands that hip hop is where people meet through the mind that disconnects to go beyond its time
Viagem: 2008
2009: Rimanescência, Imagens
2010: The Guerra, n***a
2011: Griot
Sound consacrated what they call "message rap" and my respect is for the coherence between what I write and what I am
Tough head like the old
2012, kept it up
Created the Projeto Livrar, to take minors out of the 12, to read a bit
2013, we are one with Projota in Curitiba
Crazy freestyle, tears of truth
This shit is my life
2014, O Hip Hop é Foda
Rael, Emicida, master KL Jay
B-Boy Pelezinho and beat box Fernandinho
15, time has passed, Sant
Music don't let me lie
The true ones still know where I came from
Without selling myself, without having a CD
Without exceeding, not even lighting THC to seek attention
Without being selfish or trying to blow
Without deserving, succeeded without having, without even going on TV
My knowledge about silence
Know how to read if you betray
Rap, to be, you have to be born to, y'all are babies
Respect the father, damn it
I rhyme with hunger, a lot of hunger
'Cause who was there knows, we didn't even have microphones
Talent and media? (Ha)
Each one shows that they got in the lines
MC Marechal, Um Só Caminho
I'll only stop 'cause the fucking song is not mine
I'm gone
[Chorus: Luccas Carlos]
She's wearing all black, I come very slowly
Nog started the rap, I did the R&B flow
Today, a lot of guys come to the shows
But who was there when it all started?