How do I think? I do it alone, I jump into the void I do it once, I do it again, how does it work? I'm the zone, not a turntable How do I think? I do a move, I do a move, but it's not a game I do it alone, I do it alone, I jump into the void I do it once, I do it again, how does it work? I'm the zone, not a turntable How do I think? I do a move, I do a move, but it's not a game I'm the saint, Ale dos Santos, you have to mark it There's no one else, there's no one else like Dos Santos In front of you I will never be embarrassed Out of the house, out of the house, out of the fuck I'm pulling stories up, you're a genius, yet you're not getting there You're not a rock, you're a storyteller, let it stay, I'm every now and then I have my hands in my hair, but it's not shampoo, nor a hair roll I also play with the scarce, I don't know how you're polite I do it alone, I do it alone, I jump into the void I do it once, I do it again, how does it work? I'm the zone, not a turntable How do I think? I do a move, I do a move, but it's not a game How do I think? I do a move, I do a move, but it's not a game Crazy is the road, it brings greetings, peace and greetings In crazy nights, where do we end? In crazy nights We will forget, we will not get out of every problem I run away as if there was no tomorrow Beyond this life, there is not much left Gray houses, living in them is death In the middle of the night, with all the art in my body Respect me, I will remember I feel the weight, I don't hate it It's giving me so much, I've been waiting for it for so long The periphery is not alone Don't compare yourself to black men You've been among the browns A fucking photocopy You look like a K.R.R. When you have nothing Crazy nights, crazy nights Different from other people I do it alone, I do it alone I jump into the void Once done, done again How does it work? I'm the area, I don't take it off How do I think? I do a move, I do a move, but it's not a game I don't think, I go to your tone when you talk to me Better a heart attack than that face, it makes you hungry I write the story, I make the story, how do you like it? Say the area, I open your area, I don't like it I don't like your flow I want to die in peace Don't show your face You're on my tracks We'll steal your Versace from you Your fucking shoes I have to go far away from you We want three plants in the house The law sucks here, it doesn't work I was selling at school, I don't have a diploma The street kills those who stay too long I've seen more than one dead exit I do it alone, I do it alone, I jump into the void Done once, done again How does it work? I'm the area, I don't take it off How do I think? I do a move, I do a move, but it's not a game