[Verse 1]
Black man running from the police with an expensive shoe
Like Usain Bolt wearing Puma, I don’t stop
Running faster than cars
I am not made from dust
Stepping on heaven while they ask themselves: “how come this black man doesn’t fall?”
They say the sky is the limit
They ask themselves: “why doesn’t this black man fall?”
I did a mosh pit with angels
Painted The Garden of Eden black
I was Beethoven’s ghost rider
I wrote a bunch of sonnets
I cut my wings
Look at my scars
I saw God depressed
I helped him with his crisis

[Chorus]
After I died by a shot in the head
Every time a black person makes money they scream: “Baco lives, Baco lives!”
After I died by a shot in the head
Every time a black person makes money they scream: “Baco lives, Baco lives!”
(Ye, ye, ye)
Baco lives, Baco, lives, Baco lives, Baco lives!

Verse 2]
Museums are looking after black marble
To make a statue of me
Museums are looking after black marble
To make a statue of me
Museums are looking after black marble
To make a statue of me
Museums are looking after black marble
To make a statue of me
150 per hour, my name forever imprinted on history
Imortal in your memory
King of scum poetry
King of scum poetry
Like Britney in 2007
Kinda misunderstood
I killed myself while recording
I can do it live too
I feed myself on depression
Until that overflows me
Winning made a villain
I’m Borges’ Minotaur
I feed on depression
Until that overflows me
Winning made a villain
I’m Borges’ Minotaur
I feed on depression, I feed on depression, I feed on depression
I live depression
I’m ruining myself completely
You kill me or I kill myself first?
I’m ruining myself completely
You kill me or I kill myself first?
You kill me or I kill myself first?