I can, I can, "can what"", to flow open my mouth instead of words, heat comes out I'm hot, the hottest there is today. Look for me at the market, if you find me bring a carton. Bro, I'm not, you ears aren't burning you up for nothing. Press "stop" run fast to pour water over this. one, one two, check, one two, one. leave the mic in my hands even with words and no chorus. I'll always stay first, I'm the front of the newspaper the name Sab rings like a bell I'm the one who passes through the hole in ozone I penetrate into your heads like bullets penetrate armor I plug, plunge hard like a kamikaze a nation intertwined with crazies like Belzi Arazi so when they ask me "how will you go forward?" "your words are bombing more than Hiroshimah" so "can!" I can, "you you can" yo, the titanic won't reach the depth of my words posers try and bite me like a duty fee everyone becomes a star, I become the sun outstanding, anyhow, it happens that I'm talking on the cell I sound like a robot, what's happening to me? From inside the darkness it's worth it to get away, sweetie sabliminal controls the street like Mosheh Ofanik! what? Ron Shoval's Chorus: I can, "yes you can" to get up, to arrive in heaven I will give it my all, "yes you can" with respect to earn a certain future... Again I can too, I also can to eat whoever's against me like nothing I can cause prey's teeth to be vegetarian I can cause a lettuce to scramble the farmer I can suck the blood of a bloodsucker to leech off a leech and let coal glow permanently I can cause a turtle to run out of its shell and to put the "Joe Camel" into "M.L. Lite" I'm harsh that alcohol gets drunk on me I can teach even Maximov to hurry up I can destroy, shatter Bill Gates' Windows I can make a baby suckle I can make a pig repent through religion I can teach Dr. Ruth all about love I can give an exemption to Kaba"n 21 but I can't put out the light. I can-ah, to spread forth, to continue and grow -ah just to get up, never in life fall down as though to paint sentences out of blue and today's style I invented already yesterday from the right or left, I pass every obstacle if I kick then believe it's a "gooooal!" who shoots balls, I shoot on film forward and make the oil tank jump I sound like a trilling voice Sab is rough, don't wanna sing soul music Today one does everything for money you can even see MC's in Baby Doll you put a million, what? cheap money is wasted between hands like sand so why to suffer and do nothing ron shoval give it to them loud. I can, "yes you can"...