Ya Lo Creo

Hey man oh... My voice sounds comes out here again
It comes out through the mic for two seconds and you believe it
Randy is with me
I navigate in this space of words with my friend
I go slowly so people understand what I say
Years mortgaged, seeing is believing
We give it all for that girl you just met
And you forget your family, your people
Possibly because it's easy to contact, they live nearby
And I forget what they're like, blinded by my foreskin
I live a lie like in the commercials
Life goes on, ego, metrics, I forget
I stop writing to be with her and her reasons
They become my priority
It may bother
But in this song I want to say only the truth
Many birthdays, many anniversaries
Demonstrations, dates, are your calendar
Now I live another life, you notice it when I come
Randy give me a couple of hours brother and I got it
I float without complexes, I forget about the rhythm
The rhythm puts bars to your reflection and right now
I fly further, no, I'm not older
I'm younger than before
Just that before I was imprisoned
My life is music and music is me
There's no room for you, darling, I've already said it all

Sex is all I offer
And it's not even much, I know
That's why I stay fresh
In rap, hip hop more
Good rhythms for the tote
Why tote is a seismic
Baby, all your conversations are misfortunes
So if I fuck badly, thank me
Or be funny making jokes
I know my buddies
Give some life to this zombie relationship
Dead on the street, dead in the club
Waiting for a song that heats up like the cisco
On the sand of this beach I won't offer you a walk
Don't expect to see shooting stars with this ugly one
Sometimes it's free because I read
Sometimes just being with you makes me dizzy
You want a handsome, strong, very intelligent guy
Who will fly you out of the matrix like damn Neo
My rap is joy like recess time
Day after day with Randy this is our job
I don't lower the level because I live for it, I believe it
Because I live for it, I believe it

It's me at my best living for my lyrics and my flow
All my audience goes through the phases I go through
I won't lend you my attention, no
You're not at the center of it all, no
It's me, Tote King, free on the mic, finally free