La Pronoia del Sun Joke Fú

Yeh-eh-eh-eh
Nah, it was a joke
Ay-yah-ay-ay-ay
Ay-yah-ay-ah-ah
Ay-ay-ay
Ay-ay-ay
Ah-uh, ah

Be welcome, they call me: Chyste (and what did you do?)
I succeeded with the least commercial name that exists
And from children I come from teacher, I was Splinter
But I feel more like a ninja turtle (ha)
If the past fades
Calm down, child, if it turns gray, it serves you
Look at me, I was the drunkard from the village
Today the sober marvel, calisthenics and squats
Internal cleansing and wake up from that nightmare
What remains clings to you, distances you and doesn't let you shine
Recalibrate masculine and feminine energy
And stop making songs as if the problem were the girls
If you haven't found the right one
Common factor: You, and you haven't realized
My friendship is to guide, my flow is sharp, for being saved you are warned
The knock-outs increase
If the podium brings the P of hatred
Hip-Hop asked for love and the obvious dog gave it to him
For the solstice in my soliloquy I am in focus mode
I erased erroneous beliefs of my illusory self
If in every sentence your message is that all the others have no message
What is the message?
And this is not egocentrism
But I am the best, of the versions of myself

That's what it's about
If the serenade is unleashed
The telepath reads you and gives you away
Double H, knowledge
Your stomach tightens
Since this acrobat with legs will cut ties, postscript
The street in code

Believing to know everything, a totalitarian knowledge
Is precisely an indication of the opposite
I expand my skull, patience has always been my schedule (ha)
I serve myself water with a dropper
I jump from Psycho to Sun Joke Fú
But there is so much groove, that this hardcore rulz remains intact
Pure and astute adult; Naruto plus Goku
The wise man gathers will, do it yourself
Rise, instead of perishing
It's not about accumulating, but deserving (ah)
More than boasting that I recorded on cassette
I prefer to boast that I got you off drugs
Hey, I pass on your depressive concert
If NTM or Dead Prez arrive, I'll go
What moves me is the emotional more than the financial
I train my expressive body, so later I serve as a B-Boy
Vegan diet, come, have this strength
I assume, the hummus got to my head
Your music weighs, how good that cream sounds!
But misogynistic lyrics remind me of the West Side
My journey like Pharcyde goes in reverse
If it's hard, train; my head scores on the first try
I finish, record it, edit it and mix it
Time doesn't pass if I spend it on my hobby

That's what it's about, if the serenade is unleashed
The telepath reads you and gives you away
Double H, knowledge
Your stomach tightens, since this acrobat
With legs will cut ties, postscript
The techy knows

Aurf!
Macrodee on the beat, boy
Hey-hey-hey (hey-hey-hey)
Can we rap a little more? Huh?

The assonant rhyme, in my opinion, comes out more elegant
Consonant without skills is very easy, beginner
They say I'm hippie, they preferred me as a plant
But they still can't rap better than the spicy doggy flow
Ay-ay-ay (ha)
Ay-ay-ay, already