[Intro] Yeah, check the monitor... Controlled chaos on the floor. Listen. [Verse 1] (rap fast freestyle cold) (fast flow verse) (crossover fused freestyle rap scratches) Badge clipped on, another double in the queue Running off caffeine and a worn-out shoe Single mother hustle, got a kid to feed at home Walking through the ward but I never walk alone. Badge clipped/ on, another double/ in the queue Running off /caffeine and/ a worn-out shoe Single mother /hustle, got a kid/ to feed at home Walking through/ the ward but/ I never walk alone. [Verse 2] (street flow speed rima) Clock tick, vitals drop, gotta pull the meds quick Stethoscope cold, hit the beat with every kick Syringes in the tray, IV drip on the line Doctor yelling stats but I'm keeping my mind, Code blue, chart red, switch gears, no sleep Bells ringing in my head while the promises keep! (street flow speed rima rap) Clock tick, /vitals drop, /gotta pull the /meds quick Stethoscope /cold, /hit the beat /with every kick Syringes /in the /tray, IV drip /on /the line Doctor yelling /stats but I'm /keeping my mind, Code blue, /chart red,/ switch gears,/ no sleep Bells ringing/ in my head/ while the/ promises keep! [Pre-Chorus] It's funny, it's tragic, it breaks and it heals You don't know the weight till you turn on these wheels. (You don't know the weight till you turn on these wheels.) [Chorus] Controlled chaos, rocking to the rhythm of the ward Off-beat heartbeat, striking on a minor chord Pulling up the doses, keeping heads bobbing steady When the pressure hits the chest, yeah, we already ready. (Controlled chaos) (Already ready) Controlled chaos, rocking to the rhythm of the ward Off-beat heartbeat, striking on a minor chord Pulling up the doses, keeping heads bobbing steady When the pressure hits the chest, yeah, we already ready. [Verse 3] [scratches dinâmico minimalista, vocal dinâmico minimalista, extend street flow speed freestyle] Three patients in the corner nodding down with the groove Wheelchairs vibrating every time the bass move Draining out my spirit just to patch another soul Mom life, scrubs on, that's the daily control! Three patients in the corner nodding down with the groove Wheelchairs vibrating every time the bass move Draining out my spirit just to patch another soul Mom life, scrubs on, that's the daily control! [Outro] Bip... bip... monitor flat. Off-beat kick fades. Back on my feet. (Tape-stop effect) Directly from Brazil (Brazil) "Y.U.R.I"
