'98's 1st is still fresh, at least it won't die out before I do
My right arm is the experience, acapable negotiator, I knew much about the fear of hypocrisy and vanity
I use to peep out from the shadows all day long, you cannot see my gloomy self in the light
It probably was me who made me that way, a life with only a sense of superiority is certainly dull
Humiliation, is a comfortable constant, a bronze figure left alone in the sqall
The spell that appeared after the plantinfg peeled off, once again, 12 out of 12 songs are masterpieces
Someone like me, I say to all of those who try to fix the world in a certain way
Is a necessary evil, but at the same time, my disses and righteousness won't shine without them
The last transparent layer that lies on the surface of your skin, namely the sprit, is what represents
the entire character of a person
If you are unhappy with the way you look, that consequence derives from the judgement of not other
people, byt your own spirit
I don't know any other MC who deals with this issue, I was alone with my own self yesterday too,
the darkness never sleeps
Glory be to my one and only platoon, nirvana is not necessarily impossible to reach, I'M PRIVATE ARMY

My only healing method is to think deeply, a place I go frequently, the far end of my mind
The entrance is a trivial topic, the answer is a result, but the important part is the process
between the two
When I mixed philosophy with a glass and a mirror, my poetry became practical neo-psychology
After it drained off me, I sucked it in again, pain is the sweat that repearts the process
Show concern for others 'cause I fear being concerned, unconsciously draw back from soft tenderness
for no reason
Disgussed by my own fake smiles, suspect endorsements and betrayals that don't even exist
After all these frightening deeds, end up regretting my own, and sometimes quickly try to patch
things up
I live with the agony of an anxious self, who always worries about getting found out
Nevertheless, there's still a use for some body like me, replace all the lyricists who never write
it down
Sneer at those MC who can't even see it, my loneliness forces me to write seemingly negative but
acutually songs
I never write songs in celebration, I am alone with the moon tonight, the wildcat never sleeps
Rewwards are a slice of pride, a pen and a sheet of paper, the true colour of my mind's darkness,
I'M PRIVATE ARMY

INSIDE HILL with fluttering clouds at the foot, a hill of ancient timesm a valley of wind, my
impatience begins to calm
Approaching Orion, my lyricism, now, I'm standing at the rear of all applause
On this pond, this is where I will always be, words expressing the cold and vividly blot in the sky
In a closed room, I draw myself into life's palm, CHILLIN' alone with my hash
Let me add one more truth, solitude inhabits not yourself, but the space between people
The city, simplicity, life and solitude, values that never mutually correspond, the way people feel
Cross-purposed misunderstandings, painfulness and kindness my gratitude cried and said, there
aren't enough pockets
Every day is a bridge that falls behind you, it is a journey that is meant to be forgotten
BORN ALONE DIE ANONE, la vie en rose, I wear my emotions and pretend to be me
I imagine how I look at myself, tremble, secretly relieved
I still don't know how to make 'stop gap' songs, I will be alone with my honour tomorrow, I never
sleep empty handed
Take care of the evil that I was born with, I will still be suffering the day after tomorrow,
I'M PRIVATE ARMY