CADENAS

I'm thinking about doubling my black gold
All black, normal, I smoke slow
Lyrics, form, faith in the verse
And I'm maneuvering in motion
Two chains hanging on my neck, yeah
Gold in a normal life, I earned it, yeah
I want to double my stats for next year
All that crowning is a delight

I smoke flowers on Rode in automatic
Years of scoring put the name among the magical
Under the rap, composed of the tires
And ego doping, hacked your sabbatical year
Spores float, orchestrated by the bad living
And the one and zero on my back only pays for my peak
I lead a complicated life to gestate all in
Watching the lyrics light up the entrance of the swing magnet
And still, I don't waste time, every line written slow
They talk to me through my notebook: Agustín, are you falling asleep?
Aren't you speaking in my dialect anymore?
Titles that are selective?
Cash, hoes, is that your effort?
Please delete that text
Numbers, titles, honestly, that's minimal
We made lived lines of passion without digits
For me, black gold has always been to write, to say, consistency, verb
Bleeding commas for the forms and varnishing works on the carpet of the eternal
A paper and a block, language of a shock
Landing from another life or the message of a God
It was the image that sank the espionage of a self
I made prisons of language in homage to a script
I tattoo my truths on papers and earthly elevators until the day they watch over me
The coffins of the phrase are crowned and laurelled
That assist my packaging under a pencil that moves
Rest in peace the ace of jazz
From the letters, I give birth to chairs
Creating links in the signal makes you think too much until you gestate a masterclass
Flaming in the veins of art makes you stay awake in sheets
And the truth per capita is born after decapitating you by giving you pages
I cross myself alone over the groove and keep going for the light in loop, kung-fu, grammar
The Sun of the south falls alone and the trick in loop is the tunnel where I got practice
The puzzle that connects my reason to the Shure gives me faith that helps in karmic war
Until common angels heal, purge the line of him Don spits butterfly

I'm thinking about doubling my black gold
All black, normal, I smoke slow
Lyrics, form, faith in the verse
And I'm maneuvering in motion
Two chains hanging on my neck, yeah
Gold in a normal life, I earned it, yeah
I want to double my stats for next year
All that crowning is a delight
Two chains hanging on my neck, yeah
Gold in a normal life, I earned it, yeah
I want to double my stats for next year
All that crowning is a delight

Yo, Kilvertz