Noches De Humo

That I didn't come as a mind-blowing MC, you feel my rhymes and
Those who want to imagine
That I didn't come as a mind-blowing MC, you feel my rhymes and
Those who want to imagine

[Souchi]
With correct forms, maybe I wouldn't get far, in
Rhyme reflection of broken mirrors, something is coming and
While it arrives everything gets old, many
Decisions only remain in thoughts, time
Passes, you stay in this, I have to take
Decisive steps, in a way to keep living
No more doubts or reasons to doubt, in
Life of difficult summary, I'm not where I always
Was and I hope to end up where I am, keep
Being who I am in connection with life never
Lost which is what motivates me, endure those
Above but I have a way out, patience until the
Moment this ends and I will return to my place, this
Is the feeling for my smoke nights, timely
Moment, I lie down and write, truths I don't dodge, to
Moments I continue but each rhyme remains a
Reason, sense and fused I become calm
While I float and throw to the seventh sense flows my
Style because much more than what
I've lived comes out of my sense and I continue, without being the false and bastard you
Know well who failed, who fell, if in what
You kept quiet you have lost, you scratch negative
Reasons that I withdraw with effort, if I fail I
Assume it doesn't bother me like smoke, what burns me is
The routine I carry or I stay lying on the street and
So nothing rises, drowned by your rope
Misused freedoms, I also act and then
I think what have I done? And it's no use to boast
And you don't touch chest, but cheer up your night with a
Couple of shots, and let me melt your joint, while
I think about sending all this to hell

That I didn't come as a mind-blowing MC, you feel my rhymes and
Those who want to imagine
That I didn't come as a mind-blowing MC, you feel my rhymes and
Those who want to imagine

[Souchi]
Waking up tired overwhelmed if it's what has
Touched me, the wrong steps well remembered, little
Luck on my side, something could have fixed
Late reactions eternalizing bad days, today
Still weird, tension increases, heartbeats are no longer
So slow but I hold my reins and
Although I sway, I don't distort, I set a good
Tone, talk to me about cream not bad rappers, a
Scene that burns me with a model, I don't connect I
Get lost in nights of songs around here the
Movement doesn't evolve in concepts but in
Great samples, sooner or later they are determined
If they are coming, the message scrimps if you are out
Of your place, today you pull aesthetics of names of
Those who lick your ass and act tough man because
Hip Hop belongs to us, that dough doesn't escape it's not
Reality it's just dough, it's chewed but not
Swallowed like that shit of the alternative, those
Guys always have strips in their pockets, with
Cool models you come off as cool but I know
What's up and when it comes down to it you prefer to stay
Thinking, instill your ideas of stinky and even if it's not
Your way out violence, deep down it doesn't
Take me but come on you stir the one who teaches nothing, don't
Dazzle me give me evidence that the one who wants doesn't
Bet, you know