| Italian rap of chatter and tactics
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| Made not to displease the professorships
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| First two cats, now everyone here to beat
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| Leave the corpses in part
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| And I who then have a bad temper
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| Badly known with what character
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| You write a story and sell it as art
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| Bro 'shuffles the cards, but tries to get them to you
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| Never raped for work or to buy gold in our teeth
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| What then do not smile, think about it
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| If you smiled and received approval from them, please make us happy
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| Happy faces, almost nothing remains forever
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| Either you are good or you suck, you chase him away anyway
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| And someone takes it
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| Talk about how darker Milan is from here
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| You who dreamed of a distant place
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| I who instead dreamed of having a quiet life and a villa like that
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| I'm kidding, you think I want a villa
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| I want a child and a lost love
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| One thing I keep, one thing I've lost
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| We started from the same place
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| Who was quicksilver, who with gold on
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| And there was a sun that looked like August
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| But then all of a sudden it was red October
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| But you have the illusion that it will be like this forever
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| But you have the illusion that it will be like this forever
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| Forever
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| Incoherent and confusing Italian rap
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| Crazy, childish and colluding
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| I would make you the names and surnames of friends you have deceived
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| The doors you closed, slam them
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| As if the noise here is screaming leave
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| As if we were friends of necessity
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| Who will necessarily have to fight
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| Italian rap I have not abandoned you
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| Although I have thought about it for a while
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| You who always swore to God
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| That nothing would change you here
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| I don't forget how you were, for someone you are everything
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| To me, you are the thing that made me walk miles
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| With the verses marked on the glass
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| And the desire to say my name stronger than before
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| Grimaces but in defiance
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| Handshakes unite us who we hate
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| Let's see who loses self-esteem
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| The crews no longer exist
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| Like the forums, loops and tags on the locomotive
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| Of us with a contrite face
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| And who gave everything even his life
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| And I who believed you even before money and nonsense
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| But I still have dreams that time will not take with it
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| I don't leave my bags with a concierge
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| Think about it, that basically you are not as useful as you think
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| The life you flaunt is not special
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| Immortal is anyone who has already written two songs
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| In the limbo between fame and private life
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| You have chosen the first one it seems to me
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| I am out hoping that someone will open me
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| Or at least hear me
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| It often seems to you that I want to break through
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| But I want to understand something here in between
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| It's one thing if I change, it's one thing if I grow up
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| We started from the same place
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| Who was quicksilver, who with gold on
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| And there was a sun that looked like August
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| But then all of a sudden it was red October
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| But you have the illusion that it will be like this forever
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| But you have the illusion that it will be like this forever
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| Forever |