Cuento

Tale

[Verse 1]
You sketch out doodles, I draw,
I flow like the current, I’m the mind that seduced you.
And what the hell are you painting?
I’ve been listening to rap since it was on tapes.

I’m running out of ink in my Bic pen,
I’m different and it pisses you off,
Aggressive like a Doberman, pretending to be something they’re not,
And that gets to you.

I’ll screw up a structure and if you pay attention (come on)
You could never be the one to correct me,
I don’t know who’s more clueless here,
Those who waste their time criticizing
All the time about you.

Damn clowns, I’m over it, you just disgust me,
Your flow is hip hop, but for rap, it’s a letdown,
You roll with big collabs, your style is lacking,
If you look at the details, it’s not hard to see
Who’s lying.

I always trust myself, I don’t need anyone,
I’m self-sufficient, demanding, and you know it,
This is rap, real hip hop,
I can brag about never opening up to some pop bullshit in my life.

[Chorus]
How many tales do I sing, I tell things you all know,
I sing tales and how many don’t understand me?
I count how many tales I sing at once,
Tales that I sing and catch them all in my net [x2]

[Verse 2]
I don’t care if you like me or not,
If you don’t take the time to know me, you’ll never know me,
If I’m special or just another face,
The truth is, to understand me, you’d have to read a whole tutorial.

Don’t like my style? What’s your deal?
I might be a lot of things, but I’m no toy,
And to foolish words, I turn a deaf ear,
Trying to bring me down is a big mistake.

Your burns, we all know the hard truth,
I might be bold, but few can claim to be legit,
I brag, only the real ones can do it.

I’ve got more class than for you to come and give me lessons,
If I had a dick, you’d come to suck it,
I only get high on alcohol when I drink it,
I have to insist on the laugh your ego gives me.

You’re a loser, your syntax kills me,
You’ve messed up big time,
Do you feel how you screw up? Soon,
With you, the light always goes out, fool.

You get sleepy and puffed up feeling superior,
Your good person act was marked as a mistake,
I feel and live the culture since I was a kid,
At first, they criticized, and now they wink at me.

[Chorus]
How many tales do I sing, I tell things you all know,
I sing tales and how many don’t understand me?
I count how many tales I sing at once,
Tales that I sing and catch them all in my net [x2]

[Verse 3]
It’s an obsessive-compulsive disorder,
If I get a wild idea, I make everything abusive,
And I’m still going, sometimes I have social phobia,
Sickly, paranoid, but I’m doing fine.

Want to know more?
A nightmarish image,
This is called madness, plain and simple, animal.

I have ideas, thoughts, recurring impulses,
You’d be surprised if you could read my mind,
They invade my consciousness, and I try to avoid them,
I make efforts to ignore them.

Definitely, this becomes apparent,
It costs you more to understand yourself.

[Chorus]
How many tales do I sing, I tell things you all know,
I sing tales and how many don’t understand me?
I count how many tales I sing at once,
Tales that I sing and catch them all in my net [x2]