KING KONG

Even if you lose your way
Even if you break your shin, your fibula, your teeth
Lose clients, you gotta stay persistent
Keep pushing forward with a strong mind
Patent a new idea in the neighborhood, make yourself powerful

My dude, if you’ve fallen, get back up
Kickstart that damn business again, build a bridge
Damn, I know it sucks to see a homie fall
He used to hustle the corners better than a boxer
A true friend is the one who brings you smiles through that damn glass of [?]

Kids consuming junk in the park
The block is on fire, looks like a mess from Alcornoque
Bro, what do you want me to tell you?
You look like a supermarket, people come in, buy, and leave
Meat, fish, for butter and pollen

I’m tired of going in circles, I feel like a revolver
I check the convo, praying it goes well with the cover
All the cars are stressing me out, especially that Range Rover
It’s paranoia, but look at that dude in the Rover
The game gets complicated from the corner kick

Like Arjen Robben
What do you think? I’m a damn player (number one)
We’re still playing even after Game Over
This is music, cousin, I feel like Beethoven
I’m still young
It was known I’d take home the trophy for player of the year like Foden (it was known)

On January twenty-third, I turn thirty-three, like Jesus
I’ll solve this on my own damn terms
I know more about betrayals than slogans
More about problems than solutions
Here, not even the Antichrist is safe (nor God)
If you’re shady, I’ll find you in the alleys

Give me some scratches on my back, babe, I’m writing a couple of songs That’s how Brixton was born (that’s how it was)
We’ve always been a bit messed up
Playing the game without instructions like Sonny Liston
Yeah, two squid sandwiches with aioli and a Winston (damn Winston)

I’m fed up, my bros have grown up tough
The cuttings in the joint
Look like trees from Kingston
The one who played dumb was the smart one
And the one who thought he was smart, calling the dumb one dumb, now serves him the reds, the mixed sandwiches
Among snakes and basilisks

I went with five bucks with Lincoln’s face, to get some liquor
And with the strategy of [?] I broke the machine, felt like Clinton
I went to find my Paris Hilton
Ended up partying in dives next to a Hilton

Out of nowhere, I ended up all Wellington Quiw (full of mango)
Grabbing one of butter from a guy who looked like Ice Cube
Rock and Roll life, from rock to rock
I throw them one that makes me spill even the Sex Pistols

If not, ask around the area, they’ll tell you themselves
So watch out, I swear I wanted a juice
But the devil switched it for a mojito
This isn’t The Sims, kid (it’s not)
Look what happened to Nico

Not even buying him a Nikon will erase his past
He’s been in trouble since he was a kid
My heart tells you from the heart, I don’t know if I’m making sense
Don’t try the joints, or you’ll quickly move on to the coke
It’s true, they’ll try to buy you like a [?]
Shut your mouth, stay cool like an Arctic wolf

You smell better than ninety-five
I remember you, I’d give you five
With that ass, girl, to not give you five
I’ll even gift you the five (here)
But a piece of advice, let it go, or they’ll turn into twenty-five (quickly)

I’m a beast but with feelings like King Kong
I’m a beast but with feelings like King Kong