Guantes de Lana

You
It's cold out here, baby
Eh You

No need to worry, gotta get up early
There are brothers who froze their hands, we remember them
We admire the sun for them, they left beautiful clear memories
Life moves fast, in a car

But I gotta recap, reset my mind
Focus on my real priorities
Some of the shit I do has been too much
If I lose my cool, it ends worse

Every time, how do you see it?
Those of us still in the grind earn respect (yeah)
Against all odds, taking down every fool that talks big
They're just trash when it comes to rapping

They brag, but to my face, they don’t say a word
The real weapons weren’t in San Andreas
Karma hits harder, if you mistreat, it beats you down
Not even the spears are safe on Alameda

With the clock, I’m not doing so hot
Today I’m more behind than yesterday, but it’s worth it
From these stations, you can see the whole mountain range
You’d see how it snows

Get that outta my way
I’m meditating with the microphone
So don’t mess with me
I’m laid back, rolling one more, uh huh

Get that outta my way
This is between the Psycho Joke and the microphone
So don’t mess with me
I’m laid back, rolling one more, uh huh

Yo, I tend to get tangled up
When I think about what you think I’m gonna think
Am I bipolar? I’m gonna kiss myself
My other self put a rope in his own mouth, now he won’t scream

And it’s normal, since I was almost born rapping
The devil knows more for being old than for being the devil
Drunk, but not too much, or at least I think I’m trying
I yawn since the mirror stopped copying us today

The price we charge is a reward for years of effort
And to certain disrespectful subjects, we don’t forgive
Though my human side has made it clear it would be in vain
Something told me: Let’s catch him with sticks

But that’s not the idea
I gotta meditate underwater in apnea
Maybe it’s a possible solution to my attention deficit
That’s been my downfall since I was twelve

Sorry, there’s no shortage of Hip-Hop topics
But I’m short on conversation topics
Sociable, introverted, don’t talk to me unless I ask
Please, I’ll pay the price of silence myself

And what do I do? I miss you, mom angel
Please come down and hug us like before
I agree with you, my buddy
(Of course I copied, but to my face, it’s my mother)

Get that outta my way
I’m meditating with the microphone
So don’t mess with me
I’m laid back, rolling one more, uh huh

Get that outta my way
This is between the Psycho Joke and the microphone
So don’t mess with me
I’m laid back, rolling one more, uh huh

Don't go away from me
Don't go away from me
Don't go away from me
Don't go away from me