Sai-ßot's Madrid (Chun Li)

[Sam-i-eL]

Butterfly knives, the high rise, the tides.

The ocean sky blue, to see my reflection in you.

To make the pairs aka in two's.

It's important to choose your wife, instead of someone new.

To get a clue, the heat is hot.

Down in the Abyss, I went to Hell when I got caught.

For talkin bout Masonic things, as if I were in my own lane.

After a suicide attempt, I became a Death Angel, to kill is the game.

Sai-ßot my name, from loose change, to Roc.

The cream of the crop, the doctor, the Papa Doc.

Hip-Hop that changes, and rearranges the insane.

To tame the Satanic Spirit, the image, the frame.