Machete Control
Heavy Artillery: Presents
S?lord
(intro)
Verse 1:
Golden and growing ripe in my land
Ready to fly while my people wait
Ears that I sow
To see if they germinate
North wind, thought and life
I bring Saint Peter between the
Breath and saliva that I release
Every moment that feels right
And I make it complete and direct
Chorus:
Yes sir, yes sir (it comes, it comes, it comes, it comes )
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Yes sir, yes sir
Fire, smiles, reality and pain (x2)
Verse 2:
Present ground, waiting in representation,
At night it lulls me unconscious
In my belly the past seconds, loaded
Tattooed on my back soaked together
With spasms of crying and laughing
I have walked without causes without rushing
That's how slow the moment is and it doesn't end
That's how slowly crossing between the thorns
Tell me what it feels like, tell me what it feels
Tell me what the sweat feels like on my forehead
Tell me what it feels like, tell me if you have a feeling
Tell me what the sweat feels like on my forehead
(chorus x2)
Verse 3:
The smell of my land penetrates the brain
It integrates into the system and takes over my body
It makes it float, breathe and calm
I am in the place like to go plant a little
And then collect it little by little
Take it to my cellar, and see what interests me
The good, the bad...
It's coming and the one who is absent comes and keeps it
Thick, it comes and comes,
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Fire, smiles, reality and pain
(chorus x4)

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