Wonder why I'm falling
Guess I'm just that kind of man
Looking for an answer to why I'm in this place I'm in
Walking through a door that's closing
While another slams in your face
Neighbors say that you're imposing
When you walk in an open space
Tell me who, tell me why
Only love can make me happy
Only love can make me cry
Only love can sanctify me
If you can doubt it can you tell me why
Try to find my tears within me
Try to be a logical man
Tryin' to help the world around me
But I'm so lonely I don't know if I canSelfish words and crime of unlawful musical preparation, Susukino of smoke and snow, all green.
Cross-eyed tamed handler, mankillers, O-RESIDENT and ILL-BOSTINO.
In the reality of accumulated truth, we settle the floor and drop it dirty.
Unjust killers, bitter, illeagal, WE'RE TBHR.
Out the SP GHETTO, the MOST WANTED, gracefully judge you right in you face.
Fight the amnesia of the frontal lobe, zen dialogue intensive meditation method.
MIT's VIP class MIC, close my eyes and show you my calligraphy skills.
Aromatic THC goes at a trot, chahsed by psilocybin.
In the capillaries blood begins to flow backwards, potential abilities link up one after another.
Joining up to become a great river, I'll show you my tensity before I reach its delta.
To be beaten down of become recognised, I only wish that you last longer than your predecessor.
The FRESH and unstoppable stranger, my counter attacks as distinctive as Beckam's.
POT DIGGER ,BUDDHA STICK and ZIG ZAG in my pocket, infallible skills make it reach 6500/g.
We cultivate borders indeserted lands, I feel like a top runner far ahead of the pack.
Vivid blue MASSIVE hitting straight to the cerebrum, this is where you experience elightenment.
Not into temporary 'SAY HO!' shows, no different to those who enjoy Para Parappa dancing.
It's the working season for hunting gimmicks, Travis likes to dis all crappy hip hop.
I chose to become a heel out of choice, just one of the indees from the North.
MCs who have been compared with me are unfortunate, I see you trembling, I bet all your plans
are maladjusted.
After all, you remain in second place, fortunae enough to believe in your dreams for just a moment.
I'm the rapper with three red eyes, the northern battle front is no joke, there's no pause.
The lowest unit of the GOOD MUSIC organization, now it's the orient's turn to invade the West.
A real-life game unike fake swordfights or sports, the beat is a tau