Minotauro

I'm still in this novel getting bored of the plot
It's all sex, depression, and dust under the bed
Don't put an altar even to the person you love the most
Because we're all the same beneath the scales
But beneath the sheets it's all skin and teeth
What kind of demon lives inside people?
Under the sheets, she was so smiling
But outside, the bitch has horns and a trident
Walking alone isn't because I'm independent
Walking alone is because I'm smart
Don't tell me about the drama of the environment
There are few attentive listeners and few active colleagues

They ask me where my violent character comes from
They ask me where I got my talent from
They ask me if I feel happy without drugs
And I tell them whether I want to or have to, man
You have too many or too few tickets for the concert
You have too many or too few balls for the movement
Some made their wax wings for the event
And some come to the race with cement shoes
I'm not running, I'm immersed in my book
An ounce in each bag is the only way I balance
This is enough for everyone like a touch of hydro
Your rap has no gas, that's your eight cylinders

Lots of groupies, lots of whores, lots of damn chains
But if it doesn't come from the soul, nothing is worth it
Lots of Bad Bunny in the car, lots of coke in the cigarette
Lots of stepping on the pedal, with the tires in the mud
You can't deny it, because I know that side
I'm playing to win even if the stadium isn't full
They didn't want to listen to me like an ad on the radio
But I made a mess like a kid in the yard
Bang! Bang! Things continue their course
The scene full of crying children like willows
Who want money to rain and time to stop
Because they finally got tired of waking up in my jaws

Life is frivolous, the world has no friends
The most beautiful things didn't work out with you
Sometimes they don't accept apologies or reasons
But everywhere they accept cash
Look how things are when there's crime without punishment
Because there's no guilty until they sign the receipt
We're all worms in this rotten system
With no graves for the dead or homes for the living
And I know that sometimes I die when I don't write
Or when I go months without trying a psychoactive
But I don't know why I always feel so different
If it's because I'm Theseus or the bull of the labyrinth
I was already a writer when I didn't have a penny
I'm like the turtle because I win even if I don't sprint
I'm getting old but like red wine
If I rocked at twenty, listen to me at twenty-five
Son of a bitch, now I live as I want
And I bring the base in the notebook of what's in the wallet
Even with Armani, I'm still real
Smoking early and rapping in a hoodie

Faruz beat is in the beats, the professor in the lines
So you have a school but don't enter classes
I'm burning disguises with this hot pen
It seems like I'm writing with a soldering iron and current
I have the scene pending like a bungee cord
I came to change the atmosphere like an ounce of OG
I've been listening to loud music since I knew Mobby
I came to make people talk like the Lakers of Kobe

And nobody denies it, I'm the rap of Mex
I don't see them because they don't move, I'm like the T-Rex
I write like a magical touch just like TexTex
When you write, you block like your ex's 'What's'
I don't have enough songs, I don't have enough words
I don't have enough rappers following my footsteps
They're bad detectives because they think I'm hiding
But sometimes I make a hit from where I hit rock bottom
Such a pretentious scene, they don't care about the lyrics
They don't want to write well, they just want to look cooler
They try to explain why they're so bad at this
But the Minotaur doesn't pay attention to excuses