Escuchame lyrics

Artist  : Braintax 
Song : Escuchame



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Braintax:

It’s like a long walk to China trying tio reach
these heads

See the world around your body makes you stay
brain-dead

Standing round in sick traffic just inhaling some
lead

I’m in a phonebox breathing up a stranger’s
breath

No change left, I fed my last gold Queen’s
head

‘You’re busy now’ is all the message
said

Let me leave you, let your brain cook

Mobile, you’re agile but still hearing cancer
rays till you’re off the hook

My mind state stays steady taking shelter in a
hut

On a mountain side ready for the wind and the
rut

I see a storm blow past with economic
avalanche

There’s trails of rich, fat nations trying to
cling to every branch

Me I’m playing mind-chess then monopoly with
stress

Playing snap by the log fire with thoughts of
death

Got a year’s supply of Bics, hiding out in deep
sticks

I’ll emerge in 20 years when there’s no cash
left

But for now I’m back to basics, spilling out
raps

Freestyling in the snow while I’m laying
squirrel traps

It’s survival but really none of us could pull
it off

Just filling up the silence with my fresh-air
cough

See I got the theory locked but now I’m losing
my mind

Cos the poisons in my blood are trying to make it
to the outside

Outside: money and cars and more waste

De-tox, I’m displaced fighting craving for that
city taste



And like I said, I’m all in it like on Life
Thru Life

Paranoia strikes creeping out the forest at
night

I like to sit back, holed-up, sharpen my knife

Learning all about myself but I’m missing the
hype

It’s survival, the helicopter left me with a
rifle

But it rusted up, now I’m on the snow and berry
trifle

I sing aloud in my hideout cos no-one can hear
me

And nature’s looking bigger and it doesn’t
fear me

or any of my city ways

Haven’t said a word for one month,

Hear my snow boots crunch through the
wasteland

This could be a parallel to city-scapes

Where tree towers overpower and isolate many
souls

Nature’s like a friend until they turn cold

And icy looks are icebergs on my tent poles

The Imax is now live from the Arctic

You can call me Braintax now my verbal film’s
started

Reindeer in target on the hill by the
tree-line

I move quick, this reminds me of the free-line

It’s simple, hunt and gather rules still
apply

But we never turn to greed and death’s a
catalyst to life

Can u hear me…?