Chaito

Without looking back, eyes covered
Me, Lo-pocalypse Loops (Mhm)
It's the end, uh
It's the end, it's the end, uh
Thanks to me, thanks to you, thanks to everyone
What a motherfucker- What a motherfucker, uh (Ha, ha!)
Bye, bye, bye, bye, goodbye, bye, bye
(Mhm)

I don't know what or who can relieve pain
A hemp incense for bad smells (Uh)
Long life to boombap, to all its authors
And swift death to the clergy, the prosecutor, and their collectors (Fuck you!)
I said goodbye to saints, jerks, and talkers
To the professionals who boast about their degrees
I might collapse if hatred consumes me
But no idiot will make me give up
And how is it? (Huh) One step at a time (Uh)
They ask if I'm coming back home... (Yes or no?) It's a maybe
That's why when I left, I told you not to wait for me
That I stayed making songs, playing with the toys
Saying goodbye to who you love is harder than greeting who you hate
Don't fake friendships, the worst of parodies
Go on, open up, get out
And if you have issues with my absence, man, deal with it
Lies, what a drag (Yo-)

I'm lazy for fights, I prefer to say goodbye (Bye, bye)
But if they mess with my bros, I can't resist
But if they mess with my girls, I can't hold back
I'll make them suffer, and I'll do it until I can leave
I don't forget to fist bump when the crew ends
Although I arrived with little and found what I was looking for
Priceless tranquility, the calm voices
That leave my memory floating between drags
What happened yesterday? You left without telling me
It's complicated, I wish I could tell you but-
Stay calm bro, I don't want to overwhelm you (Chill)
And it's just the reality that never takes long to hit me
Consciousness split into 420 pieces
Inside my house burning Piazza cones
To handle the strong hit, the headache (Aha)
That comes from not copying dukes or marquises
Nor cops or companies
Just speaking in verses to the mic and using it as a scepter to cast spells on you, making you jump on the subway tracks
Calm beats for restless kids, and that's not all
Listening to songs stranger than my nickname
With joint pain from two tattoos on the elbow
Thinking of cursing a thousand dogmas, living our way
Throwing a concert at Notre Dame next to Quasimodo
And having the gargoyles sing backup, ha!
And having my pirate tracks downloaded from YouTube and a thousand forums
Rap is oozing out of me, man
We'll catch up, see you soon

What's up son?
What's up mom? Hello?
Nothing, nothing. Just saying hi here
Ah (Yeah)
Saying hi... What? (See you soon) No, nothing. Just wanted to say hi mom (Hey, hey, hey, see you soon)
Because I don't talk to- (Goodbye motherfuckers)
Sure, sure! Did something happen?
Noo, ha, ha! Just that I'm recording at the moment
Ah, okay
I'm recording your voice
Ah, okay. I love you, I believe in you a lot. A lot
Love you
Me too