Look as wild as hell
You think you're dead now
But just open your eyes
I feel my skin burning with the fear
Just because I get around
With naked hands
I run, voices roar

Know now...

Slices of vices
High pitched heads
Water after spices
The steaks and the forbidden breads
Slices of days
Best moments like highways
Amnesia for the worst moments
The same for tomorrow presents

My beats ex-machina(e)
My beats are not fugazi
My beats weren't made in China

Know now...

Look as wild as hell
You think you're dead now
But just open your eyes
I feel my skin burning with the fear
Just because I get around
With naked hands
I run, voices roar

Know now...

My woman gives me a Tupperware
To take my thinkings and things to everywhere

Know now...

Forbidden places
Forbidden ears
Forbidden eyes
Forbidden ages