The Chosen
He resurgido
De este sueño frio
Bienvenidos a un cyber trip dentro del mundo mio
Seran testigos de mi superior technica
Y veran como trafico por las redez ciberneticas
No se reporten averidas en mi systemia.
Y siento precencia de una sustancia que quema
Victima de mutacion cancion por cancion
Y esta presion explotandome las venas
Sigo vivo
Y con la certeza plena
De que tu banca de banca tendra memoria llena
Sin problema
En perfecta condicion en comparacion a todos sus systemas
Solo quedan
Derretidas consolas por la bruta salida de mi voz cuando se descontrola
agendo de perfecion
Y de equaciones matematicas es la voz perdido del que habla de anetica
[CHORO]
I am the chosen they want me
And I give them nothing
Set me free and i show you furry man and machine
IDON!
Uhhhhhh
IDON!
The Chosen
I have risen
From this cold dream
Welcome to a cyber trip inside my world
You will witness my superior technique
And see how I traffic through cyber networks
Do not report malfunctions in my system
And I feel the presence of a burning substance
Victim of mutation song by song
And this pressure exploding my veins
I'm still alive
And with full certainty
That your bench of benches will have full memory
No problem
In perfect condition compared to all its systems
Only melted consoles remain from the brute output of my voice when it loses control
agenda of perfection
And of mathematical equations is the lost voice of the one who speaks of ethics
[CHORUS]
I am the chosen they want me
And I give them nothing
Set me free and I show you fury man and machine
IDON!
Uhhhhhh
IDON!
Escrita por: Armando Rosario / William Landron Rivera