Papiroflexia

Take care of your image, stay on the sidelines don
This angel arms himself with courage in Armageddon
Like Agamemnon, a Greek myth in the Parthenon
I distribute hits like Diego

I'm Lego, I put my art on
And activate it, I keep saving my rap in a file
With a password, so it insists on deciphering what I say
Difficult as in Algeria to find a wounded soldier
Without a rifle who ingeniously avoids being hanged live

And he won't have a tombstone, he'll be unknown
Not even half of this rotten world knows
Luckily, I have the ability to sound corrosive
And if I keep surviving, it's because it's a piece of cake
I keep living without sleeping on Sundays

If I toast with Smirnoff and it hits like a low kick
I dominate ping pong with a joystick
And for a thousand I combine Pirlo's claw with Modric's skills
I try to leave my mark in Marpla and all over the map

Although I don't cheat or double time
A lamp fully protects me
To put my broad plans on paper like an architect's blueprints
I'm rain on your touch screen
You slept badly because of my themes, your systems fail you but calm down

Like me, they want to be Formula One and crash due to haste
Keep working, racing in karting
I invent techniques and they don't cost me
They are my footprint in the cement and my response to people who are bothered
Those attempts at movie stars
Who hate that I combine sublime metrics with orchestral instruments

Faces fall like dominoes
I don't want to go unnoticed, be anonymous
I brought a message to paint it in a sound
And sign like a tag in a graph my pseudonym

L-E-G-O, the boss has arrived, stay away from the axis
Time is already weaving on that clock
Heretics believe when they see a God or something resembling it
So clear out and leave them
Don't stray from my origins, I originate from aboriginal genes, when I die I will regenerate
I limited myself and eliminated the germ
That dictates that I only focus on the woman who demands semen and that's to be less

The mind is fragile like soap bubbles
Origami, designs, children's games
The mind is fragile like soap bubbles
Origami, designs, children's games

Fine like a Martini or Skinny's stroke
From the bottom, I want glory like Leicester City
And I've already decided, no doubt
My jersey doesn't change like Black Mamba in the Lakers

And a thousand apologies if my influence from Lil Supa is noticeable
Due to disputes, I could change the rap I spit
Like Tupac, I could talk about peace and tomorrow about bullets
If you give more, they give less, that's why I look closely

It's no joke, I analyze every person
So sorry to those I look at weirdly, forewarned is forearmed
If I don't see, I don't believe and I don't want a trophy
I want honor like a gladiator in the Colosseum in Rome

A legend in Rome like Totti
But instead of loot, I use my voice like Pavarotti
Buddy, don't shoot against this underground canine
I walk underground like the Penguin in Gotham

I'm an origami artist
I make a paper airplane and don't use a runway, I take off with lexicon
I jump from the tenth floor and they shoot me with pellets
But I'm blessed even though I shit on the clergy

I throw shit without using gestures, I use texts
Remains, fragments of the plot of the ancient drama
Tragedy and comedy, in multimedia content
With the aim of grasping the panorama

I record, I hit record and dryly nail this boom bap
That hammers in their heads and echoes resound
Like Gieco, I would continue if everything collapses
Although I know that near death any nook is a grave

The mind is fragile like soap bubbles
Origami, designs, children's games
The mind is fragile like soap bubbles
Origami, designs, children's games

Reality sleeps alone in a burial
And walks sadly through the dream of the kindest
Reality dances alone in the lie
And in a pocket has love and joys
A God of fantasies
War and poetry