| He plays the system without mercy, now there is nothing to do
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| Looking for the light in the soul, you already know
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| Because inside the heart is as cold as glaciers!
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| Look at me in the darkness of the city
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| Tomorrow is the future that will come
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| Looking for the light in the soul, you already know, because outside the heart is as hard as
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| steel!
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| Nto 'e Clemè, purple ninja, Ganja-Rap: Vulcano
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| Hashtag, beat and blanch, sultan's Skunk smoke
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| From the leader of the pack, to the leader of the gang, to capo-bamba, leader of the gang
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| There are the guys, they play the most urban funk
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| In the darkness of a dark country and I swear
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| Between a pissing of a hard and raw future
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| In the smoke room, in the heart the mountains like Fudo
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| Thoughts that land me like Judo holds
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| There were many around, brother, but now they are few
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| If you call all day, bro, but only when you let off steam
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| My team with rigged, non-homologated bikes
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| Our first raps in a studio apartment
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| And there are those who take a couple of photos at the age of 13
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| And who has stolen from the state and then stays there for a little while
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| A compress of fire, that's roughly
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| Who has the balls here, then, brother, stay in the game!
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| Muay-Thai lyrics, check out the skyline
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| Sin a rint 'o core is fridd comm and glaciers!
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| He plays the system without mercy, now there is nothing to do
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| Looking for the light in the soul, you already know
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| Because inside the heart is as cold as glaciers!
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| Look at me in the darkness of the city
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| Tomorrow is the future that will come
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| Looking for the light in the soul, you already know, because outside the heart is as hard as
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| steel!
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| Camo Shorts and bandana, in shock and stragglers
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| In name we are a band, in fact an armed band
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| Play your traditional Italian ensembles
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| We too with compressed beats and cut vocals
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| Even when it's sung, it's never a c & ana
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| Who was a friend of yours, is now a ghost in the dark
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| Damn stuff! |
| It's the day you fall on it
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| It does not give life to work, it is a wheel: it is Samsara
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| I keep the serve, I keep the serve
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| He gave me yachts, and buildings other than annuity
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| I contaminate this country with my sound
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| So this silly game will be over in a while
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| Our name is the nightmare of these clowns
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| I take his red nose and then I say: "Dumb!"
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| Sometimes I feel wasted, I have few joys
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| As a tone I have two things: my fans and my voice!
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| It's the head, bro, this is enough. |
| the energy that now, brother, caresses me
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| The time of a gesture and it passes through me
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| Muay-Thai lyrics, check out the skyline
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| Sin a rint 'o core is fridd comm and glaciers!
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| He plays the system without mercy, now there is nothing to do
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| Looking for the light in the soul, you already know
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| Because inside the heart is as cold as glaciers!
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| Look at me in the darkness of the city
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| Tomorrow is the future that will come
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| Looking for the light in the soul, you already know, because outside the heart is as hard as
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| steel! |