Verse 1 (Radamiz):

Deodorantless, Machine Gun Funk
Thelonious Monk monk
The whiff of a skunk in fear
Reminiscent of you punks when it’s crunch time
Never overkill for lunch and
Never overlust the fun times
The pain puts the sugar in the punch
The rain makes the muscles erupt
Blinded by sunshine
I follow the waves that the conch shells tell
Treat your body like the unico
Become a billionaire practicing stupido
Manly P. Hall lectures my música lately
Let’s make life beautiful
Many a nights spent huffin', puffin'
Grudge at the absence of becoming something
We nudge for more than the current result
The actions taken in idle time
Made me an idol to many an eye
My enemies are imaginary friends
The globe spins me 360, 60
The chain as heavy as the epiphanies
The danger’s poopoo
This type of journey is unusual but fruitful
I get enchanted under moons and get youthful
yeah!

Chorus (WHOGO):

Blood stains of two DNA strains
Know it’s more yours than mine on the mainframe
Is it really a crime to maintain?
A heavy conscience the prize of this blame game?
By any means
Possibilities
Endless
With no enemies left
Is there anything
To be
forgiven?

Verse 2 (Radamiz):

Ascension den
Snacking on caviar like M&M
Rad's involved with battle scar showcases
Motivating wounded men
Gain a nation but lose a friend
Ten wins, six losses, 16's
Who ever said you'd make it to the finish line pristine?
I was dummy thinking that they'd give a fuck bout me
Off potential solely
Earn your glory, make shit bleed
I have the wherewithal to not be a neanderthal
in public pools and Tuesday afternoons hearing cannon balls
Hearing glad and bad news, balance it all
Passportless, Delta looked like Galáctica to 'em
Born in a baron land before Adam's hands
Where miracles are more uniform than unicorn
But fuck! revenge is nosey
Grandma whispers holy
Ring around the rosaries
I know I got friends but shit gets lonely
Like circumstances took a piss test on me
Thank you letters to pain
I don't prioritize
I force open my eyes

Pre-chorus:

That's not a nightmare
That's your future self telling you to hurry the fuck up
and get to it!


Chorus (WHOGO):

Blood stains of two DNA strains
Know it’s more yours than mine on the mainframe
Is it really a crime to maintain?
A heavy conscience the prize of this blame game?
By any means
Possibilities
Endless
With no enemies left
Is there anything
To be
forgiven?