You're welcome, welcome to my dream
I warn you
There is allot of screaming going on
When I get to see the microphone
I change my tone
For now I'm a writer, in the zone
Trying to decode my own
Perso, De esos besos yo no quiero
Estoy perdio en el agujero
Cantando aguacero, quiero, estar al mando
De mi profecía, seria, sincero
Los dolores son menores y el amor no me interesa
Salte de mi mesa asquerosa
En esta prosa hablo de memoria intensa, esta lyrica
No es mimica
Sale del mic de mi cabeza
S.E.B. mejor reza
Aqui escribe lo que pesa
Hablo de mama y papa
No te dejo mas na que este rap, de pana con gana
Lets go back to cana, living in 2511
Believing, that the level
Coming straight from my vein
I can see it pumpin, I can see u dumping, me in track lane
I get to gain, the love game
But then I drain the love name
Starting up a new campaign
Im high like the planes
In my left brain I get to maintain, the right side of my projection
Pro injection, to detect my techniques
Walking down the street with ma nikes
S.E.B.