AL CIEN (feat. Foyone)

The mics, the speakers, the cables, the home studios
The wars, the truces, the spotlights, the interludes
The friction, the fame, the haters who live with mom
The fans saying who wins, glories and dramas

Those who were there from the beginning and went hungry with you
Those who came later just to suck your blood
The little angels, the villains, the lazy ones and the hard workers
Those who take care of the hive and those who abuse the swarm

The big mouths that bark and boast
Those who sing and chant more than they rap
The ones who knock you out early, the ones who never give up
The dressing rooms where strangers sneak in

The wads of bills after the show
The times when there was nothing and all I ate was rice
The downs, the ups, the joy, the depression
All those who saw my eyes to write you this song

Everything that inspires in here (in here)
Then we release it out there (out there)
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away (oh-oh)

Everything that inspires in here (in here)
Then we release it out there (out there)
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away

Those who do boom bap and lean more towards the classic
Those who create crazy structures, those who rap basic
The alcoholic, the thug, the philosophical
The one who talks about traps, girls, and other topics (other topics)

Envy and fame, fake friends, marijuana
The stage, the prize, the showcase and the cocaine
Psychotic outbreaks, pills, narcotics
All those who got lost in drugs

The 808, the 4x4
The ones who bother, the Shure 58, the Air Force 1
Those who are here today and will be a memory tomorrow
The autotune, those who innovate and those who copy

The studio and the muse, the fair ones and the abusers
The ear ticklers with promises they forget when they use you
Those who are always willing and never make excuses
Those who rap and shed light on the confused mind

Everything that inspires in here (in here)
Then we release it out there
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away

Everything that inspires in here (in here)
Then we release it out there (out there)
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away

Pressure, ambition, money
Addiction, prison, shackles
The emotion I felt when I rapped for seven
And the pride of seeing that across the pond they respect you
The majors, the indies, those who self-publish
Those who make great songs with two thousand views on YouTube
Those who sound in a club, those who sound in parks
Those looking to make money and those who make art

Those who step on anyone to come first (come first)
Those who slowly but surely reach the sky (reach the sky)
Those who muzzle their mouths for money
And those who end up in jail for rapping fearlessly

The beats, the ticks, the tweets, the likes
The hits, the clips, the beefs, the unfair street
The scary raps, the ones who unite, the ones who face off
The charlatans talking too much

Everything that inspires in here (in here)
Then we release it out there (out there)
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away (oh-oh; flies away)

Everything that inspires in here (in here)
Then we release it out there (out there)
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away (oh-oh; flies away)

Everything that inspires in here
Then we release it out there
That's how we know how to live always to the hundred in the ring
Because the time we have flies away