My own ego terrifies me
Blind to myself I reach
To the very Olympus
And I set fire to the damn mountain
Home of ridiculous gods
My name rises among smoke and ashes
It shines on the horizon
Hands up and nobody moves
It's an MC wasting saliva, no wonder I get bored
No wonder when the sheikh arrives they let their hair down
Even transvestites and hypocrites
They hate me, but they fear me
When my semen happens
Exotic plants sprout from the rhythm
And two Nordic birds decide to nest
In this garden, Eden that emerges from Yemen
Are you thirsty for my chronicles? Then drink this tea
Of aromatic words that I collected
If my notebook were a dessert, it would be a puff pastry
Of figs, nuts and honey, an ice crepe for you, unfaithful
You denied me three times like Peter to Jesus
Now you return to the master and although you don't deserve me
I kneel and wash your feet
I offer you bread with oil
All for your painful delight, co

It hurts, it, it, it hurts
It hurts, but it, it hurts so good
It hurts, it, it, it hurts
It hurts, but it, it hurts so good

How about some raspberry kites?
And you said: "Yes, but instead of thread, licorice"
I am the new Willy Wonka
Come children to me, but with my style don't look for trouble
I am the sun that lights up streets when the sky is gray
I read the future of MC's in the foam of my pee
End of mediocrity, the crazy astronomer returns
I am the alchemist, I turn lead into gold
Like a bloody rattlesnake, at midnight
A thought wakes me up from which thousands come out
And of these thousands remain a hundred, ten, two
A single verse wins this fierce fight
My visions filled files at NASA
Chinese scientists planted themselves in my house
They ask for the UFO tamer
"How do you do it?"
Through astrolanguage, that's my strange baggage
Don't you find that when you hear the real shit
You feel yours artificial, and simple metric?
You doubted my strengths and you got a good zas
How do you see yourself eating shit?
While you let out those loose rhymes, what are you complaining about?
Have you stopped to check your sheets? What do you reflect?
What I think is that you're lost, you're screwed
You haven't measured what you've gotten into in a tremendous mess
This rap thing, co, better listen to Kase.O
With Lírico and with Hate makes a tremendous trio
In Zaragoza it's not cool, it's rather cold
Like the pool of a river in summer my style is uncle
I aspire to the papacy, so I ask you to call me Pious
But what the hell am I saying? If I with vigor
I shit on that fucking bishop of Lucifer's gloomy servant
Son of a bitch, you can already with kids!
Various delusions, I do not skimp on mockery
By what right do these demons speak of God?
There are also good priests, there are also full beings
The least enjoy little promo, ascetics
On this planet of memos
I am a poet and I travel more than your astronauts
I am a poet and I never respected your guidelines
How many nights did I spend in front of the paper
Designing keys for your cages?
And if pleasure were only absence of pain
And if pain could be erased like stains
If there were dyes for the heart
There wouldn't be a reason to rhyme until the wee hours
Yes

It hurts, me, me, me hurts
It hurts, but me, me hurts so good
It hurts, me, me, me hurts
It hurts, but me, me hurts so good

It hurts, me, me, me hurts
It hurts, but me, me hurts so good
It hurts, me, me, me hurts
It hurts, but me, me hurts so good

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