| Ten years ago I showed everyone how to rap
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| A lot of flow has passed under the bridge and today
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| I want to show everyone how to make money
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| My father is there smiling when he sees me in the newspaper
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| I break these evenings, seven people to whom I feed
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| And you say "it's just money and whores," misunderstood, dog law
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| Do you want to be a star? |
| Bro, you have to sweat or the stars are watching you
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| R-i-s-p-e-the pair of t-o
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| I'm ahead, I'll read your thoughts, you were born yesterday and you talk to me about hip hop
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| For fifteen years in the business, you're just my sperm
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| Change gang leader, one for the money, two for the show
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| When you are gangsta, you either shoot me in the face or just shoot me a blow job
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| Thank me if you rap today and put something in your pocket
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| When I started I just wanted new sneakers
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| I got hotter than the sun, Rolex and Drodi and more new supermodels
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| Ten years ago I only had one million lire
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| But I had a million rhymes and a million things to say
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| The talent and style paid off, to get there I spat out the bile
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| Then came the euro batteries and all 'these girls to make the lines
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| So before barking, rinse your mouth
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| If we talk about rapping under whose touch
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| I always lost yesterday to win tomorrow
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| We are Italian rap, you kiss your hands
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| Ten years ago I did jam, breakdance and aerosol art
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| And now that I'm an enemy to these b-boys
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| Then fuck off and pay me, insert coin
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| My father is there smiling, he sees me breaking 'sti bake
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| Before for all I was just his son, today he is the father of Jake
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| Ten years ago I had only words and balls
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| Zero views, zero million, one gram and zero masters
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| Uncle, I'm not saying thank you to anyone
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| Thanks the fuck, I count money until I fade it,
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| Safe sex, I fuck like there's no future
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| I had my nose on the shop windows in Montenapo
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| But with the rhymes I was already the boss, today I have more rings and necklaces than Jacob
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| Unshaven, they told you that everything is wrong
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| Who never did it for the money, it seems that they do volunteer work
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| Call me Cake the Fury, I cut the biggest and hardest cake
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| And it doesn't matter that you have respect, it is enough for me that you are afraid.
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| Ten years ago I only had one million lire
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| But I had a million rhymes and a million things to say
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| The talent and style paid off, to get there I spat out the bile
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| Then came the euro batteries and all 'these girls to make the lines
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| So before barking, rinse your mouth
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| If we talk about rapping under whose touch
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| I always lost yesterday to win tomorrow
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| We are Italian rap, you kiss your hands |