A Lenda

And if Bonaparte reached the light?
And if Pilate forgave Jesus?
Lost between two lands
Peace is just an interval between two wars
I am fierce, I am Caesar, the cross weighs on me
Damaia fools around here where the Devil prays
I give her the charm to love me like a blind man
I also want to heal, I am just flesh and ego
I want my father back to this dimension
How long does a resurrection last?
It's not arrogance, it's instinct
In an instant you're extinct, I'm distant and distinct
I receive more coldness than harems, more hardness
I receive more condolences than congratulations
There's no reflection of your science, no connection or consciousness
There's no sex without consequences
Your hatred only fuels me, bro, it's dopamine
My psychological profile is a masterpiece
I write my exiles
Only my shotgun knows my secrets
Roar in raw state
Corrupted senses and Cupid is in mourning
And my brain spills down to the marrow
Spills and harms me, flat electroencephalograms
I didn't feel exonerated
When my father died, the pain left me unbalanced
They said I went crazy for the way I acted
If I didn't go crazy, bro, I wouldn't bear it

I've cut off your king's head
Here on the mountain I make my own law
MC, last Sensei
Here on the mountain I make my own law
I've cut off your king's head
Here on the mountain I make my own law
MC, last Sensei, here on the Mountain

Rappers are beggars, I have no successors
I have no friends or enemies, I only have teachers
I am the chain where you dig
No persistent man has clean hands (None)
Let's go to the grave without sense
It's just evidence without counter-evidence, science is the new religion
Souls boil incomplete, souls boil restless
Why do poets write? (Why?)
Half rat half dead, comfort is in the mud
Sewer Dalai Lama
If you see me giving up, it was sabotage
If you see me smiling, it's camouflage
Crushed by nightmares
Who criticizes my past, dare to live it (Woo)
You're a scratched record, I risk to spark, the risk is not to risk
There's a lot (There's a lot)
There's a lot of love that ends in shelter
There's a lot of love that ends in life
There's a lot of love that ends in AIDS
Being is not the desire to be
Fear of dying is not the desire to live
Lots of sodomy for a little money
I'm not TMZ, I'm D&D
There's nothing left of you in me
Because there's nothing left of you in you
I started as the kid's skull
I killed the substitute, my heaven is underground
More ruins than platinums, more Ninas than Augusto Octavios
More epitaphs than rhymes

I've cut off your king's head
Here on the mountain I make my own law
MC, last Sensei
Here on the mountain I make my own law
I've cut off your king's head
Here on the mountain I make my own law
MC, last Sensei, here on the Mountain