| I have no pupils under dark glasses, I have swirls
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| Quick cash, sluts like politicians
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| If I speak raw I worsen the evil or avenge a wrong
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| Our ink is dirty, you make me monster
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| Too many real movies in mind, I don't need the Blockbuster
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| Nor the cut drugs that come out of those crates
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| My people do not hear you, nor do they want to hear
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| It would kill me if I remained lies
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| From the capital of bamba with the corrupt carambas
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| Without kissing her she dances the samba in your face (swear?)
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| A hand on the Bible, another armed fist
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| Drugs in circulation, the face of an angel and the body of the crime
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| Raw music that has a warning on your radio
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| While your son pumps the Dogo and logs himself at the stadium
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| It is from the void you create that this hatred arises
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| And with my cerberus on a leash I say
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| The truth lies in the things no one knows
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| Nobody knows, brother, nobody knows
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| No one will ever tell you the truth
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| No one ever will, no one ever
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| The truth lies in the things no one knows
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| Nobody knows, brother, nobody knows
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| No one will ever tell you the truth
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| No one ever will, no one ever
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| I burn the printed paper
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| She is the slut of the industry, she doesn't speak the language that goes around in the street
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| He feeds the truth to an opinion
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| Bro, your name doesn't matter anymore but what people think about it
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| Two sides of the coin: capital and morale of Italy
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| Moral: you have the capital for the scale
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| Queen by day and slut by night
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| Bro, he gets wet for the luxury, lines rise up from the banknotes
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| Milan is a slave to the word of Christ
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| He keeps silent about sins when he looks into the eyes of the crucifix
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| It is done but it is not said, bro, point the camera
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| The video wants the smile so it cuts the tear away
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| The soul is dirty, it is better to pretend to be blind
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| Not to see that every saint has a history of blood behind it
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| I'm not an ordinary man, I don't believe in commonplace
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| Of the good man: I live in malpractice
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| The truth lies in the things no one knows
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| Nobody knows, brother, nobody knows
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| No one will ever tell you the truth
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| No one ever will, no one ever
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| The truth lies in the things no one knows
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| Nobody knows, brother, nobody knows
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| No one will ever tell you the truth
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| No one ever will, no one ever
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| Silver nostrils smell business
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| Asbestos ears ignore the normals
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| The hidden stories, the darkness you inculcate
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| Off the air you bugger.
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| The G does not testify
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| Your clean celebrity testimonials
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| Then they buy it from my friends
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| My voice is a real person
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| You have a slice of reality, I have the biggest cake
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| For each Gucci shoe with a fly rage
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| There is a mouth without teeth from the puccis and without a shower
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| Bro, say the answer is that rap tires them
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| The truth is that those who play radio in Italy are over 50
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| Life, brother, does not have forgiveness as for Lapo
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| If you skim a gram you get punched in the nose by the Gestapo
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| Bro, it's the story of normal people, via the good ending
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| The truth is the shit you have left
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| The truth lies in the things no one knows
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| Nobody knows, brother, nobody knows
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| No one will ever tell you the truth
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| No one ever will, no one ever
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| The truth lies in the things no one knows
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| Nobody knows, brother, nobody knows
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| No one will ever tell you the truth
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| No one ever will, no one ever |