LUTHIER

I respect the game so much I don’t even count
And I’m shooting light like faith in the Tumberos
I put your ego on this cross and sweetened your fear
If the rain kisses the groove, the fire’s unleashed
Don’t try to please your idols
'Cause the shadow weighs the same even in the symbols
Always dignified, bro, be your own God
Universal aikido law, the reciprocal being
I compose syllabic chains
Sealing the star trace that falls from my mantric touch
Vibrating the traffic, practical, an orgasmic funk
That turns my voice into a whip and easily purges the parasite
My war is always spiritual and holy
No matter how much I’m paid with the gift of words
I inject shock and the chakra bleeds
In these blocks, I found classrooms
Where ochre birds break down their cages
I could’ve been a public figure
At the mercy of being a hostage to stupid people
I went through that net and saved myself from sudden death
And far from the 'you see me,' I know I found the music again
I went from making beats to being a jazz musician
From 'I already know' to having to become an artist
Born from the spark of falling like a pianist
And embarking in braille with which I conceived this freestyle
There’s caviar on the table and exotic language
The gothic king returns with hypnotic orchestration
Panic-stricken eyes in apocalyptic kids
Who talk about God as the father of something anecdotal
Kiss my lips, they’re cracks of hieroglyphs
Lights and braille doors in inhospitable neighborhoods
Mantric silence, a classic in a strict network
Hostages of the mental loom that makes the unknown shine
It’s extrasensory what I dictate to you
The owl’s eyes swear they see the tree bleed
And I write in my yard, knowing I’m fading
And that the price of speaking is the step to hack the world

On these pages, I blessed
I made my shadow believe in me
I asked for signs of reality
For every line that comes

From every scan, I hack a line
Blessing, bitch, every phrase is a hustle with God
If docile mental drug demanding doping, low-key
Today I break death with an overdose
I take sips of gin and return to the paper
Once again, the peak in your work is the shadow of the Pulitzer
Fencing luthier on the page that forges peaks
Pussy ass, in sixteenth notes this shuriken drips
I touch souls if I massacre speech
Or set off security alarms for the price of hearing them
I open cages, kiss wounds, and wings come out for the rats
This is how I transform bars into life and ears into white doves
Here we go if everything is cyclical
Indigo wizard of non-algorithmic slaves
Thinking critically and clearly, the dream loom
Making the pencil in my hands a biblical legacy
From my fingerprints, mazes, raves
Gifts under pressure in pursuit of these family patterns
Condemn me, I bled medals where no one was
For being someone, and I chose to be a man outside the rap game
And I’m clear with God, like with myself
We are witnesses, we saw the globe for the reasons, yeah
Let them say everything, I don’t forget
Living gold, I moved my family for what I write, that

On these pages, I blessed
I made my shadow believe in me
I asked for signs of reality
For every line that comes
On these pages, I blessed
I made glory believe in me
Being a story of reality
For every line that comes