9 minutes work.
It's a matter of time, forever and ever or if it's just temporary
It never needed to rhyme, my opinions', they're unnecessary
The prime is myself, my friends and lovers are secondary
Can't hold the weight of this world no more, I refuse to carry
What's the use actually? I tend to reuse every
Single words form metaphors, I just abuse every
Scintilla of rap in my blood, through my green veins
But then, when I do it, it's clear it's all in vain
Why can't I reach my destination, is this a curse?
Dear God, what's my destiny? To be first?
Because I want to, I need to, God I demand you
Lend me your strength, one tenth of your fists, can't you?
I wanna punch these lines, knock them out so I could cross them
I don't need people to tell me my raps are fucking awesome
Nah man, this ain't bragging, whatever man, “sui pian”
Give me a round of applause, somebody yell, “tres bien”
"sui pian" means "up to you" in chinese.
"tres bien" means "very good" in I dunno what language