Por La Noche

At night
Without reputation there is no respect
I know this area
This monkey doesn't beat around the bush
I speak clearly, consequences arrive
If you need me, call

Why not?
I aim high, I cook it at the spot
At night
Hearing noises made by animals and cars
I make collector's pieces and brooches
Without words there are no people
Without reputation there is no respect
I know this area
This monkey doesn't beat around the bush
I speak clearly, consequences arrive
If you need me, call

Faith keeps me every morning
Every day standing, studying sciences
Watching sidewalks, my noise falls into the shaker
In the bonfire, on the highway
An ointment that not just anyone makes
Without embellishment in that seatless car
You feel me, I'm sorry
I don't practice repentance
My temple has a foundation
Fist and letter I step with security
Everyone seeks balance
I don't brake, I calibrate with cold
Sobriety air, I don't limp, I grab asleep, my son
They give it all done and you don't say a word
It can't be done better, crisis unit on duty
If everything were perfect, what would you say?
Another day, the same shit

Why not?
I aim high, I cook it at the spot
At night
Hearing noises made by animals and cars
I make collector's pieces and brooches
Without words there are no people
Without reputation there is no respect
I know this area
This monkey doesn't beat around the bush
I speak clearly, consequences arrive
If you need me, call

Anyone questions, few answer
Tell me how, when, where
We are the same with money and without money
I don't ask for havoc, mine first, I sweat
It's hard for me to do it my way, we're trying
What else do you want?
Licking the honey
I have what you want
Bad without being one-nine-seven-nine
I know who you are and how much you come with
I understand languages and who you're going to talk about
Look me in the eyes, tell me who's going to talk
I have birds in my head that reason
Locked in cages learning to speak
Even if it hurts, tell me the truth
You're making the bed, darling
Then you'll have to lie in it in real life
What good are excuses?

Why not?
I aim high, I cook it at the spot
At night
Hearing noises made by animals and cars
I make collector's pieces and brooches
Without words there are no people
Without reputation there is no respect
I know this area
This monkey doesn't beat around the bush
I speak clearly, consequences arrive
If you need me, call