give me the crown
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Rap phenomenon
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Number one
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Officially announcing this is warfare
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Please don't kill us
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revolution
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I don't give a fuck
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let you know
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I don't give a fuck
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I don't give a fuck
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Bless when I'm spitting
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Drin drin, they call me, hello
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Yes, yes, I'm flying to London
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Beep beep, if I run away from Willie
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I have half a thousand down payment
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Coming from space and then getting you screwed up
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Ugly spitting on swine cock with wingsuit
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Fire, I'm a Super Saiyan
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I have my feet on the ground but I walk in the air
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Of francs, pounds, with euros I want thousands-ia-ia-ia
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Enough, you don't see what he's doing
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I don't eat, I have tense muscles and arms
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That fall apart because I've been dealing for months
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And be careful, don't be reckless
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What then you complain if you pay
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If you have karats in your teeth
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It is from the winds that I go around with rotten teeth
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And do you make me a calippo? |
Huh?
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But what did you understand? |
You are a stoned
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Gay, too fake and way like Carlito
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Seh, call a doctor, for me I mean
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That I have been dead for a while, I have a cadaverous face on me
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Madò, but do you see it or not do-
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-here is Domenico, I avoid you
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I go with the aliens, raise the middle fingers and levite
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Yeah, drop with Fastcut and Sgravo
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I drink beer with Mattak and Nano
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Bella Maddy give the Herman a pat
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This combo smashes "It's nnamo!"
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Come on bro, homie white gong
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Put the hydro in this ice bong
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This is high flow, yes I know
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We are in free fall, skyfall
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Sorry if I don't listen to you but I'm in a hurry
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I have the world waiting for me
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To think that a year ago I was in the bedroom
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Between 'I'm doping this mess of mine
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I only have cool music
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While I do my friend swinging
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You say this sound pollutes us
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Instead, I say that it really does bingo
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Asthmatic but practical, they say "You don't regulate yourself"
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Even if I sloughed off and I just inhaled Ventolin
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You know it's dicks if I get mad and then I come over there
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I don't go on the radio but I screw you up like that
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We dishevel the styling
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For us, music is a messenger
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Sect but without the black mass
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Half scene is only a staging
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You on the beat are half a fool
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A thousand rhymes you do, not even half is true
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I take back what's mine with my coven
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Like Jack did with the Black Pearl
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Relief above the beat is religion
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Zero tongues in the ass, lots of sweat
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One has the cannon for a good mood
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When what you live causes depression
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But the friar suggestion of the poses
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Which in succession leads to overdose
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They told me it hurts without evidence
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I don't try but my liver gnaws
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Maintaining the goal is crucial
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Because here he can become the sniper
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Fixed fixed fixed tight in the viewfinder
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More than at the moment
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Chino bent but responsive I do the rounds
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All around until I see alive
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This friend is not war
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Even if I rub the scalp of the enemy
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It is not the cash that takes me higher
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But the desire not to live a dejavù
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Grind jaw bones
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You who do makes people bumbum
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Change the world with an upside down
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Change the world of Mussolini upside down
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Change the world after five malibu
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See everything upside down see more
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No, I am not expecting it, I am my messiah
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I live and rap with my energy
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Outlet Santa Maria plant
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Not to hear
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Mom we die but of nostalgia
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We believe the police are needed
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I fucking believe this lie
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I decide my life
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Shut your mouth man, what records are you making ?!
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Homie, I know you want to fuck with these live
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I got some criticism, but you never boo
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And now I play with the same ones I was inspired by
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I do Fifty-Fifty grind on the London Eye
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I have the skills and you in the Cypher take risks, you know
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Plus with your piano crew with autotune
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That you look like the Eiffel 65 on stage
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Ah, but you know how your crew laughs, it makes the noise of the duck as a call
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You, give us respect since we deserve it, sucker, we drink you like it
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an afternoon Aperol
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I write two stanzas, then if I fold the sheet and throw it in the air
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Between ', when it comes up it explodes
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Bro, this shit is plus-overs, keeper type, along with the Blues Brothers
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Here Mak, on a jet flight beat rap I'm trip well
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Like a Big Mac, man, give us good feedback
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Or we tear you apart and sell them for low prices over the deep web |
I type and I write, rhymes written in a way that until I enjoy, bro,
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with friends we give stylus
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Hence that monologue on a postman's bike
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We have hits that don't die like Gigi D'Agostino
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Yeah, you're not good and I fall asleep
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I can break into topic-specific passages
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I tend to freeze if, brah, I look inside myself
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I have the degrees lowered when I enter
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We don't make music for children, not just for Dindi, we are Dead Poets
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While I see you convinced so fake, I skip the scene with an indie,
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but it is not Coez
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Extinct poets are in London
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Man see the sun returning
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As from Rome, a movement brings
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Heart passion fuck no lie
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Here inside the skull in practice
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Enter and remain hidden
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A growing voice says hip hop is alive
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In Switzerland at our home and it does
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May I have your attention off we go, the merry-go-round begins
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One wrong move will pass you from a red head
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With my ass on the ground no answer looking for comfort
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But this is the Earth, you know, we go in circles
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Yes, everything costs perhaps too much
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I hear you look dumb bro sorry I meant silly
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Deadlift with a click of the hand
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I turn off my cell phone at mi hermano
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I shoot like a bang a jaguar
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I go straight to Jupiter or Uranus
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I quit smoking, I was joking
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Enough with it seems to be good
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No pain no gain, that's clear
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I am excited, I say, honored
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Omega welcome from the belly of rome
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In Britain until I get tired
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Feel the trips you look at next
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Feel that beat eye to the plant
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Weave texts like a spider web
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In the bedroom, in the bathroom, on the bus, on the stage
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If I am walking in the park
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I'm writing a new verse I'm not ignoring you
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Your girl squirts from every pore
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She wants to go to the cot and have sweet dreams
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She swoops like a bathroom on my dick
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Groupie geisha makes a bow with a kimono
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These rappers burn their asses
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Each bar a smash like Papi chulo
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When I pass they are pictures on the wall
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They swallow cocks on an empty stomach
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Hey, I'm jumping on you like a lady
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Hey, I'm snatching two meters of your necklace
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Hey, don't make the trip quiet glide
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Hey, I'll take the plug off the air
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LeBron type elevation
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I send these fakes to the maison
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I'll teach you what bon ton is
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Serve me at the table Dom Pérignon
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What you were looking for if you wanted problems
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Tell me where I come to break your mold
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I see that you are already trembling underneath
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And you don't even realize if you squeeze your brains out
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Taxes and townships
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Mouth of fire, I put some Colgate
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Hunger increases, pierced bellies
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Humble jobs and golden tips
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I had my apprenticeship, not like you
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That after a stage the cachet already increases
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These are believed to be king
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Money of the popes, look how many bling
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I don't know what remains, this shit is real
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With Sgravo smoking more than B-Real
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I insinuate the doubt that comes from inside me
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You buy the audience, not the talent |