Fritylips

With the calmness
That comes after the storm
And the affinity in solitude
After the aggressiveness
I flee aboard the solid bólido of my unique sound that I alone put in my rap
Because of a bitch, my mood is lousy
My illness is my age
My quality is in quantity
And your ability is coincidence

I give you my friendship only out of charity
And if I keep my feet on the ground, it's only because of gravity
Because of the gravity of my conflicts
For being addicted to silence and convicted by my words

With Victor
I have shared rap, sorrows, glories
Pills, stories, problems, songs
He knows about contradictions
I have given him everything
And I have never received shit

I play for the pleasure of playing
And to mock the loser
I don't believe in the truth, I believe in lies
And if now it rhymes that your self-esteem belittles you

You end up believing it
I created the I believe, he doesn't believe, the I
He and I and the super I
And those shitty eyes that get lost in their gazes
Ownerless
It doesn't matter, I'm a dead child who is no longer cheerful
I'm the most childish grandpa in the whole school
And I don't want prizes
I'm bitter, tired, bad-tempered
I want to rest
Sleep forever
But forever is not enough and never, never is enough

Things keep getting worse
But I organize the problems
And so topics come out and come out
And others know
That they taste like sour cream without joy
This time my cold blood is burning
The mic is my therapist
My pattern is souta
My wendi and the black one's
The damundo or the flowsta
I'm native to neverland
And I live without a plan
In my planet, everyone who goes stays
I want to see wonders shine
See them on their knees
Tickle a maiden on her ribs
My rap stimulates erogenous zones
It's the oxygen that enrages
And makes me angrier
In quotes

I'm crazy
Or at least that's how they treat me
All because my mind unravels
And you don't catch these rhymes because they're not simple
Infamesin and hiphop nation support me
Still, they pigeonhole me
I was born seeking attention
I live seeking attention
I will die without medical attention due to tension
I have so many skills that stress me out
I'm not interested in others' interests
Only this backpack with burdens that weigh
More than shit

I want peace fantasies weapons and a migraine
God, how I long for another role
I smell alcohol miles away
I detest having to endure the Sun
I love being alone
I give a hand hugs and kisses I give bases
I give evidence of my failures I give pity sometimes
Sometimes I mess around sometimes I teach
Sometimes I give effective advice
I give samples of my abilities

In the riddles I give myself
I give everything when I write
Like when I wrote today
I always give and don't receive because I don't know
But don't expect more than him
Cevlade