Anestesia Local (Episodio 2)

Local Anesthesia (Episode 2)

Let's
Better, worse
Better, worse
Better, worse
Already

Aranjuez State Of Mind killmatic version
Neither Nas nor Saddam would have survived here
From scriptwriter to catharsis, almost all protagonists
No casting, no makeup and this story begins like this
It's three in the morning, they call it the devil's hour
The hour when life plays tingo, tingo, tingo, tango

And I have, I have so much desire to achieve it
That I always get up just to celebrate
It's no secret that I would give my life for Carlitos
If doing graffiti is a crime, I'll live cursed
Now I remember that I promised my son
That I would come back to see us, my favorite villain

And this starts to speed up
And I forgot to pray
Fists come, fists go, amidst the silence of the dagger
They kill you, you don't even realize
Five against two ninjazz
Police arrive late and yes
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Here we don't report, ma'am, why could that be?
Maybe because things are settled differently here
We are gossip and gossip flies
Here people are not valued and I'm still in the waiting room
It wasn't a dream but I woke up
Blood lost like the missed calls on my cell

Material for a DVD
It must be that destiny unintentionally
Takes people to luck and then asks who did it
Do I have E.P.s or G.P.s? I don't know
I have NRS and Sarkasmus, help yourselves
They call my social security R.A.P

You will never be able to kill me, I live in your mp3
Five points on the neck, it's not football but I can win
The away team's health, not even the anesthesia is local
The game has just begun, Fa-zeta tightens my thumb
Gambeta tranqui says, outside you can hear crying

They call my social security R.A.P
You will never be able to kill me, I live in your mp3, see?
Kid, stop playing games, don't touch the fire
Living is very serious
They call my social security R.A.P
You will never be able to kill me, I live in your mp3, see?
Kid, stop playing games, don't touch the fire
Living is very serious

I have a piece of happiness in my hand
I don't know where to start eating it
If I leave it, the worms will take it away
And if I eat it, I don't know how bad it can make me feel

Sorry for the scare
In the school of upsets
I have a cockade and candles in case it gets dark
Ro, ro, ro, ro, the disc didn't scratch
Even the devil knows how to put out a fire

Teacher life, I brought an apple and took a bite
So you could see how what is not taken advantage of rusts
And God takes care of me, these suicides because if he forgets
Like the colonel, then he won't have anyone to write to him
I have friends, ex-convicts, saints and benedicts
So many and so different, Christians and addicts
And even so, I have no enemies who hold themselves
I hold my soul and put an anti-theft alarm on it
We are alive, alive, alive, alive
The sea doesn't know me, we haven't flown in a balloon yet
We are alive, alive, alive, alive
Let's play in the forest even if it's full of wolves

They call my social security R.A.P
You will never be able to kill me, I live in your mp3, see?
Kid, stop playing games, don't touch the fire
Living is very serious

They call my social security R.A.P
You will never be able to kill me, I live in your mp3, see?
Kid, stop playing games, don't touch the fire
Living is very serious