| Every morning I open my eye in my head, I have the rent and deadlines
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| My pierced heart has canceled my departures
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| I have already lost the maps
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| Life strips you and caresses you
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| But she doesn't give it to you: she is a lap dancer
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| I live continuously following the shortcomings
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| I shoot but lately I only take sleepers
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| I aspire to send my mind to other places
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| I took all your shots
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| But I don't have Bud Spencer's physique
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| Away from your thoughts and appearances
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| He's the normal rapper who takes care of appearances
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| I only rap transparencies
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| That I hear only the voice, I do not see you, now no more absences
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| You are welcomed with banners, it seems that you are at AdSense
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| We are the inventories of this Italian scene
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| The other rappers of the same age think about caresses
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| While I fight for a heart like Denzel does
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| By now I know you have us in captivity for years
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| Try to close the business
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| But we are many and we only speak the truth
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| You only say bullshit, you don't want to stay
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| I have known for years that we put our identity in it
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| And how false you are if I don't love you to forget
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| But we are so many and let's all do this stuff here
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| You have to get off the shit, you have to face it
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| Every night I close my eye in my head, I have the fog and inquiries
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| As soon as I sleep I dream of a combine harvester that hits me
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| And we talk about parties
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| How many streets would you say
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| If we let you jump out of the windows
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| As much as I have endured all your requests
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| I should have my liver changed every quarter
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| I want to cut off a bunch of heads
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| I put muriatic acid inside your Scots pine
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| I write indigestible rhymes
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| Against the cazzari half pheasants
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| That without our rap you wouldn't live (Fuck it)
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| I don't remember once you won
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| I'll plug your mouth with the barrel of the Winchester
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| I dream of a plague epidemic on you assholes
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| Which starts from Palermo and reaches Trieste
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| I'd like to tear you apart with Dexter's fantasy
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| Until you find different occupations
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| By now I know you have us in captivity for years
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| Try to close the business
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| But we are many and we only speak the truth
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| You only say bullshit, you don't want to stay
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| I have known for years that we put our identity in it
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| And how false you are if I don't love you to forget
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| But we are so many and let's all do this stuff here
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| You have to get off the shit, you have to face it
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| And you still ask me why I don't play the rebel in the pieces
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| I do not act forced on the leather seats
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| Because I insist on making videos without the kids
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| Brothers who turn L's are enough for me
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| They don't talk about those
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| Situations where the kids are drunk and then end up in cells
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| You don't hear those
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| Stories where the kids die beaten by the sentries
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| Rap is the atom and we are the particles
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| Let's play the championship, you small matches
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| If I didn't know it was clear enough, bro
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| You have to get out of the cock nun there is room for you
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| Did you understand? |
| (Out of my way)
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| What I recommend volume 2
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| Get the fuck out (Out of my way)
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| We don't give a fuck what you do (Buy it there)
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| Your shit music (Out of my way)
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| Very ugly, (www)
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| That you hope someone likes it (.honiro)
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| It sucks (.it)
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| You copy us, you copy my friend, you copy the basics
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| You are a cojone there, accanna (You are a cojone there, accanna)
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| Hello (Ahahahah)
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| Ready for the next one ... |