Guantes de Lana

You
It's cold out here baby
Eh You

No need to worry, we have to get up early
There are brothers who froze their hands, we remember them
We admire the sun for them, they left clear beautiful memories
Life runs fast, by car

But I must recap, restore my chip
Enhance my real priority
Some of the things I do have been too much
If I miss the caps, it ends worse

Every time, how do you see it?
Those of us still on the mic earn respect (yeah)
Against all odds, killing every fool who crows
They're weak to rap

They boast and don't speak to your face
The real weapons weren't in San Andreas
Karma is stronger; if you mistreat, it beats you
Not even spears that are saved for Alameda are spared

With the clock, I'm not doing the best
Today I'm more behind than the day before and it's worth it
If from these stations you can see the whole mountain range
You would see it snowing

Get outta my way
I'm meditating with the microphone
So don't mess with me
I'm made to go back, rolling one more, uh huh

Get outta my way
This is between Psycho Joke and the microphone
So don't mess with me
I'm made to go back, rolling one more, uh huh

I, I tend to get tangled
When I think what you think I'm going to think
Am I bipolar? I'm going to kiss
My other self put a rope in his own mouth, now he won't scream

And it's normal, I almost born rapping
The devil knows more about Diego than the devil
Drunk, but not so much or so I try
I yawn since the mirror stopped copying us today

Price we charge, are the prize for years of effort
And to certain individuals we lack respect we do not forgive
Although my human side has made it clear to me that it would be in vain
Something told me 'Let's go fish him out with sticks'

But that's not the idea
I must meditate underwater apnea
Perhaps it's a possible solution to my attention deficit
That has been my downfall since I was twelve

Sorry, there are plenty of Hip-Hop topics
But I lack conversation topics
Sociable, introverted, don't talk to me if I don't ask
Please, I'll pay the price of silence

And what do I do? I miss you, my angel mom
Come down please and hug us like before
I agree with you, my buddy
(Of course I copied, but to my mother's face)

Get outta my way
I'm meditating with the microphone
So don't mess with me
I'm made to go back, rolling one more, uh huh

Get outta my way
This is between Psycho Joke and the microphone
So don't mess with me
I'm made to go back, rolling one more, uh huh

Don't go away from me
Don't go away from me
Don't go away from me
Don't go away from me