Lluvia de Ideas

You're welcome, welcome to my dream I warn you There is allot of screaming going on When I get to see the microphone I change my tone For now I'm a writer, in the zone Trying to decode my own Perso, De esos besos yo no quiero Estoy perdio en el agujero Cantando aguacero, quiero, estar al mando De mi profecía, seria, sincero Los dolores son menores y el amor no me interesa Salte de mi mesa asquerosa En esta prosa hablo de memoria intensa, esta lyrica No es mimica Sale del mic de mi cabeza S.E.B. mejor reza Aqui escribe lo que pesa Hablo de mama y papa No te dejo mas na que este rap, de pana con gana Lets go back to cana, living in 2511 Believing, that the level Coming straight from my vein I can see it pumpin, I can see u dumping, me in track lane I get to gain, the love game But then I drain the love name Starting up a new campaign Im high like the planes In my left brain I get to maintain, the right side of my projection Pro injection, to detect my techniques Walking down the street with ma nikes S.E.B.