Mainstream-Solo [English translation]

Call me Ishmael, like that book did

Sorry, miss, can I finish my drop

Sitting in a chicane, feeling like Ayrton Senna

I understand little to nothing of life

Nowadays bartenders treat me better

Is it because I rap or because I drink more often

I made this rhyme when i turned 28

Don’t celebrate yet, mother, you don't know your child

The years won't give any mercy

I'm starting to resemble Brando in the Last Tango

Carries soap, cobblestone the fabric

Gives and takes

And these jokes pass for real

I've seen better looking people raised from a river

Carl Sagan, I don't understand anything of cosmos

In this shape I couldn't get inside Kosmos¹

More, thank you

I don't know anymore what should I like

And love is Shub Niggurath

So pass the Ibumax²

Life is like silk

When you can doze off

Even the most faded ink is better than my memory

Trolled as long as it run smoothly

This album maybe didn't end up like you wanted

You can blame either me or your own bad taste of it

Doesn't matter what I fire

I don't do any fucking albums only with the lyrics or a black hole

I either mock or gasp

These other guys' rappings can be thought as a break

Or does anyone want to hear these anymore

Essays of the art of putting words in a row

And for those who read their poems

Either a hole or a crown apparels your head

Rappers have guns or chinaman's caps in their minds

But hush now

Rappers have guns or chinaman's caps in their minds

But hush now

Do you believe in death after life

Because Belvedre doesn't work and I'd need something more straight

I have thought about starting drugs

But that'd require dedication too and I'm not searching for anything serious now

I pass everything

You were like in the movie by Pasolini when you had to swallow my shit

Sorry about it, sorry about this, sorry about that

For some reason these remissions often come in plural

He who invented love must have invented cancer, too

Both eat you up from the inside

So sincere and serious

That it sounds like it'd be a joke even though it isn't

I probably have the fear of malaria

When I drink more gin than I admit

Everything does the job

I'll have the next substances that come in front of me

Everything does the job

I'll fall in love with the next woman who comes in front of me

Everything does the job

I'll have the next substances that come in front of me

Everything does the job

I'll fall in love with the nect woman that comws in front of me

I'll fall in love with the next woman that comes in front of me

• Artist:Paperi T
• Album:Malarian Pelko