Caucasian, short stature, twenty-something years, his fingerprints do not seem, it's strange
The beggar who brought him said to the nurse 'that the only thing he knows is that he is called Canserbero'
Dilated pupils, by the nose bled, just babbled and curiously everything rhymed
but what really attracted attention; the radiograph indicated a stone in the heart.
and the neighbors say that very rarely did she sleep, read, rap, write to the day.
Debi? to see collapsed, this poorly fed, may be obsessed with rhyming the unfortunate
Relatives do not have, maybe friends you do not have, Real Hip Hop indicates in the DNA test.
His eyes are red, he injects morphine, because sometimes he says that he is going to break up such a platform.
and that the police hall? in his house saved, millions of notebooks with letters that he has not recorded.
With a worn radio with a cassette loaded with 90's Hip Hop on both sides.
Something is wrong with him his presence makes me tremble or talk about the nurse who helped him urinate.
He does not remember anything anymore, then he kept crying, when we arrived and we saw him doing an oral.
He only manages to urinate on a commercial CD, on bible or on presidential speech
Today they have to operate, their brain can no longer bear mental progress
and it shows when he sings. His blood is very cold.
Look in the psychology book and your obsession is called liricalogy.
Complicated condition that was believed to no longer exist in rappers today
But this case is the most serious, almost everything knows, cordina perfect words that seeks with key
His grave voice bristles skins produces faithful in ideas in which to change the world they refer
The bruises on his fists suggest to me that he fights for what he wants
Do not envy what another baby has, In the form of a microphone you have the genes
Witnesses claim they saw heaters in their penis
He is Sick of Hip Hop, Au
He is evicted, for all that the wretch has written
but it is not satisfied the very cheeky (2X)
Stare and his hand trembled, stare and his hand trembled
Until out of nowhere said to be filled, b? Scame paper and pencil fast and l? Rguense.
I started to think that something superior suffered, that made him look superior in philosophy
When I approached and heard the lyric that I wrote that seemed written for a month,
I said something Latin American, Latin, music, perfect, unique and unknown,
music pa manic ticos to my way of thinking I begin to think that if it also go crazy
Because it seems to me that I want to raise my hand is anti-ethical coming from a graduate doctor
in the best university that we have that by the way gave the impudence with which they have stolen it,
Returning to the subject call the nurse the patient began. to improvise very severe realities
Bring the straitjacket and in that kill Mc's rubbish do not let them convince you
He thinks before we think, Maybe we should hate him, love him because we do not understand him
We know that he has little time left and when he leaves, they will forget him as everyone who has died
He is Sick of Hip Hop, Au
He is evicted, for all that the wretch has written
but it is not satisfied the very cheeky (2X)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)