3:33

This cut of ketamine
Still, whoever cuts it makes me restless because it messes up the label
My scarce disheveled hair, plans climb
I must be a steppe wolf or cape' is the seed

The one responsible for my impulses sponsors who warn
That I want to go run naked
They tell me I'm drunk
Let chaos ensue in this overnight stay

Where I want to break out and make a statement
I acted dumb for that Trojan horse
But I don't want to wash pots for these assholes anymore
I'm out, we got involved in vain, that's why it's profane

To set out like a seventh brother
The illusion was our disadvantage
Angels don't fall, angels descend
They want to dress in flesh to take advantage

Of the knowledge that sinning is not a sin, it's a right
Taking sugar, burning weed at this point
I practice acupuncture with memories of pure shit
A fierce beauty, I close the ties

A mule kicked me and gave me horseshoes
The good samples make my dick stand
I do this shit so well they think I made a pact with the devil
And not even with witchcraft, my crew is tough

We just have to be natural for it to work
And I didn't hit the field to win more shells, don't believe me but
If I fill up with sows, so be it
I have a lot of shit in vitro to release in an avalanche

I made a mistake and paid for it but the mic doesn't get dirty
My flag doesn't get ironed, it waves
And gains strength if the wind is not yours
Making the murmurs clearer each time

Telling me not to give up, son, this is your thing
I'm studying every opening
I'm moving forward slowly, still dodging all their garbage
I dive into my work, any doubts?

You hear us rap and your ass fills with doubts
Our mambo unfolds digging deep
And deep in the scam, buddy smuggling
It's just that we didn't invite a sip
You eat our fla' you son of a bitch and it turned out perfect

I distance myself from this morbid monopoly with a rat
I'm not interested in their shit, I want my money
If I put fresh product on the table
Whoever takes it, takes it, and whoever doesn't, prays

I go into the room to create something
I lock myself in my own world, banging and some themes come out
In the end, without realizing it
We go out to rap with the guys and we make some money, yes

I didn't leave to come back with the bullshit
That I'm going to innovate because time has already taken its toll
On the contrary, I came back to show you
That we're going to make this shit hit harder than your own weed

Got it, buddy, without this I'll lose my mind
We're going really smoothly, shaping it, there's no other
I don't want crumbs for a cat to take the cake
If we're here, it's because this is our thing

Self-educating for war, putting balls and guts
To avoid what makes me sick, bitch
First health and family, then déjà vu
La Triple, Linyera in the bible until the coffin

The thing is clear, until time runs out
Solid shit is for the moment
That's how I spit it to the wind
Shouting that this shit comes out with such power and seriousness
Forming its own argument