Algo Mas Que Recuerdos (Con Xhelazz)

More Than Just Memories (With Xhelazz)

Intro: -What's up, Xhelazz? -What's up, CO?
Remember the playground? We used to mess around. You know it, CO. And we’d steal money from mom.

Xhelazz:
I remember being 15,
a time of awkwardness and acne,
I was embarrassed to go in and buy
Playboys or Privates, so I stole a lot.
Or I’d settle for
the lingerie catalogs from the department store.
There are things we did as kids that never changed.
Who hasn’t watched porn with the volume turned down, huh?
the VCR clock always blinking
and dying is still as easy as it was years ago.
I’m confused.
Should I kill myself? Enjoy life?
Jump in front of a train or at the cashier in the store?
I’ve got these shitty MCs at my level,
and my skills are rising like the tide.
Maybe if the water rises,
the shit floats and rises too.
I’ve got memories left,
basketball in the park,
Super Dec trading cards.
Let’s take inventory, write it down, we’d order from southern records with ten notes, pay in drips, if you’ve never saved up for
a pair of Nikes, you’ve never enjoyed a pair of Nikes, whether they’re sneakers or boots. I grew up with Bob Dylan, and Led Zeppelin, if they
distill octane, it sounds like Tote King, legendary, I never named a mixtape, Xhelazz, the best MCs are Sagittarius,
I still like the days without sun, I thought DJing was just hitting a button, I fought for my gift, listened and flipped
your song, who didn’t want to be an archaeologist watching Indiana Jones? Friday comes, like nothing’s happening, there’s nothing more
boring than a man who doesn’t get bored, hip-hop gave me a scholarship, at 14 I lost friends for not going to clubs,
how it feels to face me, the only 40 I know are legendary thieves, they’re more than just pig memories,
protect the ports and keep your sanity.

We’re just shadows, reflections of what we were, music for the sick, let’s reclaim what we lost, the tick-tock, run,
if you haven’t had fun, then don’t mind us and let the future be welcome.
We’re just shadows, reflections of what we were, music for the sick, let’s reclaim what we lost, the tick-tock, run,
if you haven’t had fun, then don’t mind us and let the future be welcome.

I remember when they stole my Walkman at knifepoint, when they jabbed my elbow with two needles, little whores,
what can I say, the best is yet to come.
I just live here, I don’t give a damn about Sevilla, always in Oliver, I remember we’d run up to see Benji and
Oliver, I didn’t like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, always anxious not to miss the street booze,
the Ghostbusters, Eddie Murphy, super detective, the TV was on the decline, but yesterday I decided, either you have something recorded or you have nothing, the 50 pants I bought today don’t fit,
I was the first to finish the school car album and the last to try the pollen, never ask for a roll, athlete on the playground, champion speed playing marbles and hopscotch, today they don’t play cops and robbers or tag, today they smoke joints at twelve and score lots, you don’t really know us, we’re Tote King and Xhelazz making real rap.

It’s rained a lot since those days, we’d build shacks on the wall, now there are just cats and some needles, in City Garden, look, I hold it dear,
I think there are still two of my first signatures around there, you’ve probably smoked cigarettes locked in the bathroom,
dad wouldn’t let you come home late, come on, bitch, show some maturity, even though you showed it when you’d go to bed at eight,
to get home by ten, as a kid, you have dreams, then they fade like hair and teeth,
we’ve seen David the Gnome, the one-two-three or Central Brigade, but that’s crap, at any age anyone can reach 21 and not 130,
enjoy it, eh, the coffin is waiting for you, you don’t have a girlfriend, jerk off with your left hand, that way it looks like it’s not you, we’re like photos, we reveal ourselves in the dark, Tote and Xhelazz, reliving the moments that stress you out the most.

We’re just shadows, reflections of what we were, music for the sick, let’s reclaim what we lost, the tick-tock, run,
if you haven’t had fun, then don’t mind us and let the future be welcome.
We’re just shadows, reflections of what we were, music for the sick, let’s reclaim what we lost, the tick-tock, run,
if you haven’t had fun, then don’t mind us and let the future be welcome.