Returning to the hidden side of stress, joined by Malajube and Loco Locass. Here's 'Jube.
Go ahead, 'Jube.
So guys, Malajube, why are you collaborating with Loco Locass, who raps in a ready-to-think, prechewed, for the masses way. Why pollute your lyrics by politics? Shouldn't you be more happy with music?
Always justifying everything
Always explaining everything
Every day, analyzing everything
Always dissecting everything
for the critics and those who'll raise eyebrows
In silence
I'm telling you that it's not me who's saying this
It's a bad feeling
It's a sickness
It's a curse
A bad saying
My words fly in the direction
Of abjection
And I can't make an objection
My language is guided
In the sewers of my ideas
By a demon (imp) in my head
A troublemaker who's throwing a party
That's my problem,
I'm like a drone,
A plane without a pilot
My translation:
Always justifying everything Always explaining everything Every day, analyzing everything Always dissecting everything for the critics and those who'll raise eyebrows
In silence
I'm telling you that it's not me who's saying this It's a bad feeling It's a sickness It's a curse A bad saying My words fly in the direction Of abjection And I can't make an objection
My language is guided In the sewers of my ideas By a demon (imp) in my head A troublemaker who's throwing a party That's my problem, I'm like a drone, A plane without a pilot