| You said stay awake another year, come on, I get dizzy
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| We are already old before time considers us
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| Did you want to take me apart? |
| Did you take it lightly? |
| (Ah)
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| Me: food for thought to feed the favelas (therefore)
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| Pieces of shit with the fingerprints on the scanner
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| You don't solve these crimes, they are traces of Laura Palmer
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| Ingenuity fucks the device, a request
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| Grab a pen and paper, I'll explain the music in my head
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| You do not follow me, it is not a precarious fact
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| You don't understand me because rap is not enough for me to tell you what is necessary
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| Look this man in the face with repudiation
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| It is like dancing with the devil in the pale full moon
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| It's like fasting when the flesh calls
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| Sell your teeth for fame, you have to bite the air, landslide
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| A world made of wax, turn off tonight
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| I have more trauma in the head than Primo Carnera at the end of his career
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| Submissive and then highlighted
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| They say to jump, and you answer, "How high?"
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| Tender for the music service
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| This is stage warfare under funeral faces, are you sick ?!
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| Here it is artificial intelligence
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| Your fame goes up in smoke for personal use
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| I play the existential drama with notes
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| On words of comfort inside empty (empty) parentheses
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| I would say that maybe it's not the time to understand (so what)
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| Project this towards the children of the children
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| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but)
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| Each song lifts weights to the conscience
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| And I would say that perhaps it is better to go out immediately
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| Reason spies through the holes in the shutters
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| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but)
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| Each song lifts weights to the conscience
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| And the panic falls asleep, people take a seat
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| I wake up, fire in my head like flames on Sodom
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| Worn out these motherfuckers with every beat
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| Chew the pavement, this is American History X
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| I don't give a damn about the incentive factor
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| It is the fact that I live between the lines of italics
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| And the cause makes me boor they emptied me
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| So deep that if I try to think I feel reverb
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| Either you change the current or the water is standing still
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| Or take risks and get the whistles like chalks on my blackboard
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| And here nobody earns a certain amount to live on
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| 'This life is too short to describe it to you
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| And a musical thread starts from the cradle, we are
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| Tied dogs barking at nothing
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| And do so, don't listen to me, a favor
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| Forget my name and then the sound of the words (so)
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| I would say that maybe it's not the time to understand (so what)
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| Project this towards the children of the children
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| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but)
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| Each song lifts weights to the conscience
|
| And I would say that perhaps it is better to go out immediately
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| Reason spies through the holes in the shutters
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| I would say that now even silence is eloquence (but)
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| Each song lifts weights to the conscience |