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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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Dengue, Bolla 8, Lucio Maia, Jorge Du Peixe, Pupillo, and Toca Ogam

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