Call me Ishmael, like that book did
Sorry, miss, can I finish my drop
Sitting in a chicane, feeling like Ayrton Senna
I understand little to nothing of life
Nowadays bartenders treat me better
Is it because I rap or because I drink more often
I made this rhyme when i turned 28
Don’t celebrate yet, mother, you don't know your child
The years won't give any mercy
I'm starting to resemble Brando in the Last Tango
Carries soap, cobblestone the fabric
Gives and takes
And these jokes pass for real
I've seen better looking people raised from a river
Carl Sagan, I don't understand anything of cosmos
In this shape I couldn't get inside Kosmos¹
More, thank you
I don't know anymore what should I like
And love is Shub Niggurath
So pass the Ibumax²
Life is like silk
When you can doze off
Even the most faded ink is better than my memory
Trolled as long as it run smoothly
This album maybe didn't end up like you wanted
You can blame either me or your own bad taste of it
Doesn't matter what I fire
I don't do any fucking albums only with the lyrics or a black hole
I either mock or gasp
These other guys' rappings can be thought as a break
Or does anyone want to hear these anymore
Essays of the art of putting words in a row
And for those who read their poems
Either a hole or a crown apparels your head
Rappers have guns or chinaman's caps in their minds
But hush now
Rappers have guns or chinaman's caps in their minds
But hush now
Do you believe in death after life
Because Belvedre doesn't work and I'd need something more straight
I have thought about starting drugs
But that'd require dedication too and I'm not searching for anything serious now
I pass everything
You were like in the movie by Pasolini when you had to swallow my shit
Sorry about it, sorry about this, sorry about that
For some reason these remissions often come in plural
He who invented love must have invented cancer, too
Both eat you up from the inside
So sincere and serious
That it sounds like it'd be a joke even though it isn't
I probably have the fear of malaria
When I drink more gin than I admit
Everything does the job
I'll have the next substances that come in front of me
Everything does the job
I'll fall in love with the next woman who comes in front of me
Everything does the job
I'll have the next substances that come in front of me
Everything does the job
I'll fall in love with the nect woman that comws in front of me
I'll fall in love with the next woman that comes in front of me