Look as wild as hell
You think you're dead now
But just open your eyes
I feel my skin burning with the fear
Just because I get around
With naked hands
I run, voices roar
Know now...
Slices of vices
High pitched heads
Water after spices
The steaks and the forbidden breads
Slices of days
Best moments like highways
Amnesia for the worst moments
The same for tomorrow presents
My beats ex-machina(e)
My beats are not fugazi
My beats weren't made in China
Know now...
Look as wild as hell
You think you're dead now
But just open your eyes
I feel my skin burning with the fear
Just because I get around
With naked hands
I run, voices roar
Know now...
My woman gives me a Tupperware
To take my thinkings and things to everywhere
