FI3L

I've been living life looking for a goal like Cani's in Brazil
Biggie fuels me if you can't tell it's Puff Daddy
I feel like an Indian when I'm high
I take it out of the obvious when you thought I fell for Solari

What weird creatures these rappers are
Guys give their all just to see the name of the neighborhood on the map
Guys wanted Bariloche and I wanted to perfect
The method of crafting my rhymes night after night

Not even in a bar chat could I explain the mess of
Writing non-stop without even having a place to record
Due to my virtue, I had my rewards
Due to my flaws, I messed up my youth

I knew how to write until everything came out
I don't know what's going on, but today I feel like writing until my back gives out
And I'm not that bad looking, say it, and my kidneys are rotting
And I don't even want to know how my liver is doing

I went to hell for a walk and took the fan with me
I went to regain my faith, may it bless the gift
I have inspiration spasms that science would call schizophrenia
And I don't know what it was for

And that's it, it stayed in the song
That takes me days, sometimes months
I could also write in half an hour if I wrote nonsense
What are we going to do, brother

It takes me time to get a piece of myself out
To be able to lend a hand, you
I missed that wine with the buddies
And I stayed rapping alone just to pay for my sins

And I'm not talking about the 6 o'clock soap operas
I'm talking about the winter without hot water that's teaching the sensei
To see myself in the mirror and have a couple of gray hairs praised
No one wants to rap anymore and I don't know where I get the motivation

Hunger brings so much disgust
You mess up the funk, Nicolas would say in his slang
In mine, you screw up
With Bilardo's water bottle, I shared fair play

The mic is sick of you talking about your king clothes
Years go by and the glass is still standing
I learned to make my place in the circle by elbowing my way in
I deserve all the blows that happened

Even so, if the punch comes from behind, it's because they're scared
I'm not the one you knew anymore
Nor am I the one you're going to know
And I'm not the one you know if you've never seen me without eyes

It's a mirror of those who say the nonsense they said
Sometimes I focus more on what distracts me
I have a mental health that if you look at it, it falls apart
They locked me in a fridge

But they made my rapping heat up to the point where your jaw drops
Everyone knows what awaits them, that's why the night embraces me
There it drives them crazy
I know the value of my sorrows

And I have so many that I could make a cake for 33 candles to fit
I understood that rap is not about showing off, I didn't climb on anyone
I have more to hide than to show
And I released 3 LPs in which I went all out so screw the judges

I escaped from the depression and left the rope hanging
My passion for this crap I have nothing to compare it to
I lost more than I gained
And I don't plan on stopping even if I break the shackles

You'll understand my rap if you were loyal even if it doesn't show you bills
(Even if it doesn't show you bills)
You understand my rap if you were loyal even if it doesn't show you bills
(Even if it doesn't show you bills)

You understand my rap if you were loyal even if it doesn't show you bills
(Even if it doesn't show you bills)
You understand my rap if you were loyal even if it doesn't show you bills
(Even if it doesn't show you bills)

You'll understand my rap
You'll understand my rap
You'll understand my rap