talking 'bout kush, so cali, holy swoosh like nike
doing the right thing: the double truth, spike lee
i am overflowing wisdom and shine out of words
but you'll only see tattoos, my body is a haze

if you're not from me, at the corner of the real ones
i'll be catching whole ones, re-up and ride on
as i put a smile on vivian's face, i live the pace
of something you will never feel, explosionz

wait, i'll be starting the mirror, check out the ring
check out the seal, amber-red, the shining
now, you're acting seemingly dead, eyes winered
after a night with me, you realize your schism

no worries, there comes just a snowstorm, glossywhite flurry
synthies are falling down, bombs are blasting sounds
when i was five, i got bass-addicted, waterfalls splashing
holy swoosh, you are asking for forgiveness

36 souls in a prada bag, the dead, the ashes
morocco and nador, the runner, the hashish
multicultural friendshipz, all the world
16er lifestyle, golden lights, green fog

sugar hill, broken glass on the ground
splinters of daily folks, corners and tails
keys to the underworld, raise or fall
banging sounds in a goon's cough

fences, sirens, polish bus stop, rush hour
lol and jacob move **** crakov-frankfurt
three shops across, dem nador traders
rif mountains, morocco, global tons

meetings in melilla, jet sky armies
measuring waves in zipped packs
smuggling route barcelona, merchers
hashtag hyena minds, transformations

the key to peace is chained against rocks
blank buildings occupied by crack units
the day of dead idols, dusk till dusk
insomnia becomes a habit, well put

glaciers, paste, the andes: toxic faces
silver layer on the skin of the chosen few
96 hours are over, fifty for hundred racks
counting on the law of silence, omertà

graffiti, street art, scratchings and markers
freeze the second of youth, look back
eagerly talking are those who rule corners
doves witness gospel choirs and thorns

underworld's keys buried in sand
beach elevators take you into the past
they only go downwards, among stones
murals of sicilian ancestors on the walls

look, the last trains are leaving for good
you will never see this light again
saw, final destination, impaled yuppy
arms, intestines, flesh and bones, now

the underworld is key to bearded ones
no understanding of fear, officer
razor blades will open your mouth
bloodred letters from the ancestors