More than music ... I, trolling, GENIOH, Porta, 2008, Pole Vault Productions, RAP-flavored, good s** in the absence of this mixtape, is something that fills me, is something this ... [GENIOH] Sometimes I feel, sometimes I think know what I want and get where it is write to emerge with my Odyssey Rap sac was nothing particular to calm the intense writing by me in vocation and not to please you I feel more for this than for any art the one that makes me mad, always more wasting ink and blood of this happy rap game what reaches my ears feel very kid do not waste paper what I feel special another thought vital flavored ink has gall a mind space makes me feel good not everything is as it is painted there is always some disappointment I do not waste even a drop of ink that would make my skin so sweet taste of honey Lyrics I am a GENIOH but because I make magic in the role it feels like a game you take me to this dance my rap is like fire when I write in the air and no one can destroy my ego Braille writing because my love for rap is blind points and I always give the highest grades the hype and the box I put the willies and that is that I am nothing without you I am a bitter memory and for something I'm worth more I cortéis wings [Curric] I've cut down the wings each feather care every corner of my story every idea that vanishes only one is that my wound heals and cures is only one reason and it is called writing and will last forever and be my platonic love and call it love but not understand metaphorical it is logical to go live in symbiosis with my lyrics with the hype, box, charles, melody and with the metric just know that just thinking about all hours Rap is no longer part of my life is my life if you ask whoever you want, I will say that is what truly fills me and I dream of being both alone spent years of leftovers to feel so inside you want to shout from the rooftops and time showed me that few things last forever and if I have learned is to know that I want knew each tear drop or as dry sad face every bad remedy known as and it hurts in the soul when the scorn is like a dagger in the crotch I just hope that you understand that this is something more than music each letter written to me is unique only attempt to convey my feelings for the Rap Trujy with me in the heart rhythm on the track [Porta] In my one true track my cell and my freedom perhaps more than music, going beyond Rap is my story and the soundtrack of millions my glory, my grief in our hearts Rap for my being is the greatest MC I need you sir that this lig expands is that what I just hold out for this but I have this thing that makes me different from the rest are pure feeling towards this culture sleep is the hardest thing in the future where all the b-boy unite I must be naive but I share a dream with Curri and GENIOH the heart beats to the tops of each drum not only pa**ion is but one reason I stalled my deep disconnected only when I write I get more of what this is all that makes me feel alive I do not want you to like me understand the role These three letters are extended and that the world understands this art I can not feel that I can not stand but once you start this and you can not leave I put my heart body and soul in the recording of each song I feel at peace and calm capable of expelling a feeling not tell anyone on the face is not valued Rap and look how that change tell a portion of my life the percentage is ninety percent and I can not forget as others feel only fleeting pa**ion and this hurts to Hip Hop and you do not know which way truth when I met you change everything I can finally say that I no longer feel alone it only gets me to sit in this way GENIOH, Curri, Porta Hip Hop is what we are!