You can kick me with your words,
you can hurt me with your thoughts,
you can kill me with your voice,

You can harm me with your touch,
you can cut me with your rough,
you can break me with your mouth,

You can burn me with your hands,
you can rape me with your mind,
you can bruise me with your time,

You can punch me with your pride,
you can stab me with your sound,
you can tear me with your scream,

You can spoil me with your poor,
you can ruin me with your lure,
you can catch me with your bait,

you can, you can, you can.

The world is coming to an end, Run,
bring an umbrella, a camera and hide under the sun,
bring all your friends because the night is still young,
a day just gone in a flash, but I’m still young,
fresh like an vegetable sprinkle with water,
now I’m feeling better than better,
still feeling great like Alexander,
McQueen, call me the King,
Kong, call me at Hong Kong,
chillin by the steps like I’m King Kong,

As the wave come and wash away the sand,
I build a sandcastle,
in the air,
thinking about the good times I have in life,
I’m the king and I’m the guard,
I’ll be the slave, and I’ll be the cook,
It’s my castle,
and you’re just the sand.

As night falls and take away our shadows,
we switch on the lights and they re-appear,
they’re our closest companion,
let’s have a toast for us champions,
I see you standing proud on the podium,
with a baby on your arms,
that don’t resembles you.

Ouch.

My palm is a work of art,
my palm has got its own attitude,
my palm opens the door, closes the door,
my palm just rest on my arm.

My palm have 5 midgets,
each with different sizes and height,
avoid meeting the middle one,
he’s a little hot headed like the sun,
my palm is on your arm,
why don’t you give it a little rum.

My palm is going places,
can you come,
call my palm and we can talk like when we’re young,
imagine you and me holding hands with our sweaty palms,
the magician says, zam zam alakazam,
I’d say, meet you in The Palms.

I am a big fan of myself,
I keep myself cool and out of sweat,
when the critics come I defend myself,
when the rain come, I stay out of it,
when the opportunity come, I snatch it.

I plan to make it make it,
plan to make a name of myself with cardboards,
10 years down the road,
I see myself on the road,
in a public transport,
to the car dealer,
to collect home my new Ford,
this is my fortress,
no one allow in except girls with dresses,
and I plan to stay out of stresses,
to be alone and lonely.

I’m obsessed with success,
I’m willing to go through the stress and mess,
just to drink a bottle of plain water talking to the press,

It’s sad to think that I can’t drink the success water,
but success is not measured by the type of water you drink,
success is measured by the number of people turn up during your death,

I can see the sky is dark,
is this 2012 or is it just night,
is this my illusion or is it I’m right,
is the world that dark or is it I’m bright,

or this is a fight.

My jeans walks with me,
don’t need no companion,
I’m my own companionship.
I’m the captain of my own ship,
but I’m open for new membership.

I don’t need new clothes to feel new,
all I have is my old clothes, they’re still new,
I’m too poor to shop, I can’t eat,
but I’m rich in another way,
I’m on my winning streak,
but I never lose,
I’m on my winning steak,
so I never lose,
I feel important, like a young Jordan,
I wanna fly up the sky, no wings,
and fall right back to earth, no shit.

Pick up the phone and call me,
tell me how much you love me,
I need to hear it,
my 15 minutes of fame started 10 minutes ago,
I got 5 left to conquer the world with my ego,
I feel happy for you my fair lady, so,
I’ma let you finish because I’m not in Tokyo,
down the memory lane I walked,
up the hill I fall,
gravity against me cause this is a fairytale,
and I got my torch light on,
and I’ma shine on,
never get switched off,
don’t get me started, piss off.

I feel great with all the hate that surrounds me,
It feels great watching movies with Dolby Surround me,
If you don’t like me, just go ahead sound me,
and I’m give it to you, Sweet Chin Music,
I feel important, I’ma consultant,
I advise you to do it don’t feel reluctant,
I don’t play pretend, I’m not the Pretenders,
find me in the ring, I’m the Contender,
punch me in the eye, don’t miss me mister,
I don’t bite, I just punch you harder,
my fist are much brighter,
they light up instantly,
I should be in the Louvre,
standing next to Mona Liza,
Mona Lisa, where’s your visa,
We’re about to fly out to Romania,
and take the train down to nostalgia,
I don’t need weed to be high,
I got these ladders, I’m going up,
never gonna look down,
never gonna look frown,
never gonna go back from the underground,
I should be on the flag,
of your hometown,
I’ma shining star, so let me shine,
let me bring you to another level,
let me bring you to my world,
where I’m the party starter,
and I’m the party pooper,
this is my space, no third party,
no second place,
no bisexual, no race,
just beautiful cars embracing girls with braces,
keep it real boys,
keep it in your safe,
keep it real people,
the world is a bad place.