[Verse 1]
I face the dragons
The tricks behind the beats
The villains behind the guitars
The impostors behind the drums
The syndicate of thieves
False producers
Bastards behind the dollar signs
The businessmen and politicians fill the trucks
Containers and wagons
They earn millions and millions by land, sea and air
Their thing's to profit
Black Alien goes Solana Star style
When the situation's critical, to organize
"Concentration" is the keyword
I don't care, I don't believe in you
I don't believe in success, I don't believe in TV
I don't believe in what comes written
I belive in order and progress
When the people can have access to the tickets
So puff on that kuck
The exhaust valve for the starter engine

[Chorus]
An extra punk for an extra funk
An extra punk for an extra funk
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An extra punk for an extra funk
[Verse 2]
Big screens in your homes
Little ones on your cellphones
Through them, I see everything going to hell
I'll sell tickets to the end of the world show
For good prices
Let's do it by steps
Decorated for bravery
Dictatorship's son
"The peace is green," for clean water"
To the next generations
Hear the heart beating louder when it murmurs
Try to save you from premature death
Keep going straight and vanish
Because you lie, but not good enough
Reunions by default
Smiley in front of you
The disguise's disrupted
I see, the true face'd reveal itself
I empty the clip
Since you spread legs to the devil
You gotta reveal yourself Black Trunk style
Babylon by Gus - Volume I: The Year of the Monkey

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An extra punk for an extra funk
An extra punk for an extra funk
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An extra punk for an extra funk
[Verse 3]
I don't believe in credit
I don't believe in scoundrels
I don't believe in the future of the past
I believe in honor
So I honor my medal of honor
I walk over intrepid soil, of blood
That does not forget that you, homie, is in debt
Drowning out the case does not work
Neither does drawing attention to another topic
In prestige, in litigation, side by side, we're together
In the misery and violence around us
I'll kick wrong comprehension's ass
The mission that is never aborted
Make way, close the windows and the doors
I'm marching in the end zone now
The venom you distill will serve as serum
Boomerang effect to your bad omen
Man versus tank
'Till the bleeding stops

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An extra punk for an extra funk
An extra punk for an extra funk
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An extra punk for an extra funk
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An extra punk for an extra funk
An extra punk for an extra funk
An extra punk for an extra funk