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Look as wild as hell You think you're dead now But just open your eyes I feel my skin burning with the fear Just because I get around With naked hands I run, voices roar Know now... Slices of vices High pitched heads Water after spices The steaks and the forbidden breads Slices of days Best moments like highways Amnesia for the worst moments The same for tomorrow presents My beats ex-machina(e) My beats are not fugazi My beats weren't made in China Know now... Look as wild as hell You think you're dead now But just open your eyes I feel my skin burning with the fear Just because I get around With naked hands I run, voices roar Know now... My woman gives me a Tupperware To take my thinkings and things to everywhere Know now... Forbidden places Forbidden ears Forbidden eyes Forbidden ages