Antimateria

Buah
I'm not looking for the light at the end of the tunnel
I am the void left by a universe
By losing its antimatter

My perfect magnetism
They are two poles that connect
I am a rechargeable battery
Full of perfect energies

The perfection of my technique
With music it is projected
Being a great masterpiece
For chosen people

I have all the intellect
What would you like to hear?
I am a living encyclopedia
That you would like to read

I really want to write rap
I really want to sing rap
I consume EVP recordings
Of the most vintage sound

Many hours that I dedicate
Writing on paper
I think of the same thing and the well
My stance on the pixel

The law that my body follows
It's simply about attracting
Just listen to this antithesis
Semantics in rum and honey

This stationary equipment
Of sounds and balance
They bring me peace of mind
Be one with the books

I distance myself from people
Blinded by their mockery
And its neurobiological aspect
I activate it with my rap and rhythms

I have to solve problems
Everything is always mathematical
My bars are pure bullets
Diploma in the diplomatic sense

I have stories that prove it
I am pragmatic without weapons
There is no place to write
Just being a grammarian

It's due to friction in the undercarriage
You feel my rap in your arteries
Today I bring you the style
More underground from the periphery

Surrounded by several worlds
Wherever I go
Today's musical menu
It is pure and raw antimatter

And here I am
Exonerating my soul
Seeing myself from the roof
Unreal in the calm

Watching my body write
Within its sound environment
With heterogeneous mixtures
My lyrics and the beat overlap

My language is conceivable
And with that same foundation
The sacredness of my handwriting
Impregnated in a manuscript

I have a vocabulary
That time makes invaluable
Just like the same blood
From Pope Paul II

My rap with antiparticles
And a raw content
They make distilled beverages
And with my muses I get drunk

Then, amidst my hangovers
I repeat what has already been said
And I notice that my rap is a dummies
In the science of the absurd

Cerebrospinal fluid
Consumption next to the inkwell
My dark circles are notes
Of stories yet to be told

The coffee is more bitter
No sugar, priest
The power that rap gives me
To be able to delight

Your ears
And senses
I interfere with messages
A whole semiology
That my rap comes to express

If you repeat this plot
Context that I express here
You'll notice that flavor
That I produce on your palate

And it's due to friction in the undercarriage
You feel my rap in your arteries
Today I bring you the style
More underground from the periphery

Surrounded by several worlds
Wherever I go
Today's musical menu
It is pure and raw antimatter

Credits
Yeah
Yeah
It is pure and raw antimatter
Made in a sound laboratory
Smoke Records
The fucking stamp
Where the vibrational energy of
Dee-c
Dee-c underground
It propagates through musical waves
From the new rhyming force