Throw Up Session #4

We saw the glory and the hunger
Being the face of the game
The league doesn't forget the players
Those who kill for the game
This medal is giant
And only shines in the sky
The work signs among the real
Merging the acronym into the eternal

You need rap- whack-
I move like a car-car-cartel
Control the stage, I-I-I-I got my game
You need rap- whack-
I move like a car-car-cartel
Control the stage, I-I-I-I got my game

I'm a project in dense letters
That knocks through the fog like a geo opening doors
I smoke stones from the jungle watching slowly yengas
Fall, crash to the ground and shatter in my lyrics
Uh, they ask for light and I'm a laser
Drug minds, assault jaws

Green chakra, spits aces
Knowledgeable of links, like a bearer of trance
That makes the bullet fit in the G spot of the phrase
I'm no longer a rapper, I'm a cancer-killing kraken
Or a sharp burst of peace that is born with class
The channel of the soul lies seeking to heal the blood

After cutting the margin of the banal cable that ties the flesh
Uh, I opened the portal, released the bandage
And entered the Hall of Fame shouting: Who is a legend?
I record to make offerings, slave of dead slang
Fishing among black tar I dig and pull out a pearl

Uh, this business is so fictional
That if I filter into the Matrix I squeeze it and auto-restart it
Mental loop, every two bars back to the beginning
Needle in the pineal and align imbalances
I'm MVP since the Fifth times
Do your fingers shine, bitch? I tighten my belt

In beats mode I record the milestones of needle in rhythm
The stylus makes contact, there's a spark, the disc jumps
I write by law of transcendence
Religion or habit, purging of beliefs
Principle of justice, picking in abstinence
Excessive vocation or attraction to serious work

That's why I've always been in shape
It's not a matter of timing, they only have time against
I already have the outfit to enter the red carpet
Some retro Jordans on the pedal of the car bomb
I close my eyes and go back to the center
A Taliban, Big Bang inside

If I touch the glass your empire falls
Yours are punchlines, mine is a beam of movement
I write slowly but without loose lines
As if I had never made records or concerts
I step into this ring kissing the end thinking who I am
With the badge among the syllables projecting respect

Uh, self-awareness
The gift is a portal in the pencil of an architect
The work is the spiritual mission that leaves the body
Being God's dagger in the hand of the one who carves time
Illusory success, the peak is within (facts)
Gold of packaging in dead testimonies
The line falls in your inner hatred
If you were born in this part of the map I represent you

We saw the glory and the hunger
Being the face of the game
The league doesn't forget the players
Those who kill for the game
This medal is giant
And only shines in the sky
The work signs among the real
Merging the acronym into the eternal

We saw the glory and the hunger
Being the face of the game
The league doesn't forget the players
Those who kill for the game
This medal is giant
And only shines in the sky
The work signs among the real
Merging the acronym into the eternal