I Don't Speak Perkin

I Don't Speak Perkin

Maybe I won't get better
Maybe I disappoint you
Maybe I let you down
Because I drove them away myself

Too good for them to howl
I know they already run away
If I helped and they spit on me
Tell me, why do they applaud me?

I just crave rap-tap
That's how I raised the bar
It's that every laurel
I collected with my chaos

And so I refused to the pain and its jaws
Don't dig deep
You sink
It's still disappointing
I follow the course, huh!

The willow of the willow
I'm sorry if I already used it
By saying that you're a fraud
That even if you try to imitate what I caused

Don't get traumatized
You have two good lines
On pause
Nauseatingly I flood
I yield and I fold

When I have a pencil
I aim (bah, both together)
One, two, I dot point by point
In the misery of the world

Why everything wrong?
I wonder angrily
That's how I make music the goal
Of the lyrics the direction

This is a disease
Yours a complete mistake
Fertile well like this
You have a good time in vice

What a waste!
I don't enjoy it, but you do
Period!
These marks on my throat

Are not from any crying
You endure it, you get up
Every morning
Go ragged every track

It's that in confidence I ejaculate anthrax
So another is born
Without sacrifice, do you want pussies?
Yes, that's your job

Or do you sing?
From the UZI to the ICU in blankets
Are you from the UDI?
Being a fool you love it!

Is your music unique?
It's the same as many
So get off your high horses, your 4th floors
The roof is glass, I wouldn't land there if I were you

That I'm just a scapegoat, I only have the beard
In the long run butterflies separate from larvae
Doses of imagination
Even in marginalization

And yes, I've made mistakes
They don't ask or tell stories
Respect is mutual
My life is not an event
Doses of imagination
Even in marginalization

Envy, disease, selfishness, incomprehension
Clown, wurlitzer, photos, friction, fiction
And here I am flowing calm and alone
Funky and soul, oka

Not for empty hyenas, not for foolish wolves
My art is company, not from a company
My discography is not carrion, and it corrodes everyone
Your choreography is not rap

Tell me, what were you doing?
Autograph your hole
Put a stick in your gums
What would you do in my place?

Surely you don't rap
You wouldn't be like me
You would still cry
I have fallen many times, from many heights
I no longer apologize, I'm saturated with sutures

If you have doubts, you join
You will only find a human being
With bright areas also dark and cold
The recommendation comes close

I don't pay agencies
To fulfill that mission
I have faith
In my religion there is only judgment and reason
And if you are committed
Divorce is the solution!

It doesn't matter anymore
There's no gunpowder
I gargle with rap
Then you'll pay

You'll remember
Endure more
Who carries rap, pals
And that the beat with peace
Won't always comfort

You'll make extended, splendid armors
With Adidas you dazzle
I understood the ways
In which bitterness will be tough
And will forge the techniques

Is that the way, huh?
In which pleasure will be reformed
Time is fair
I adjust the clock
If I get angry

His poems will be
Mournful sighs
In the rain or under the sun
I just seek to indulge
The world is not hostile

If there are little birds and bushes
To rap
I don't depend on a casting
Much less
Trying to dance like Justin

Your company is bad company
It's marketing
You don't convince me
Sorry, I don't speak perkin
Doses of imagination
Even in marginalization

And yes, I've made mistakes
They don't ask or tell stories
Respect is mutual
My life is not an event
Doses of imagination
Even in marginalization

Envy, disease, selfishness, incomprehension
Clown, wurlitzer, photos, friction, fiction