I'm not the king of rap, I have the crown of brambles
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Keep your laurels
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I sing boredom at the top of my lungs for rabid dogs
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Be good
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Rocky hasn't hung up his gloves yet
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You won't find me in queue for a place among the famous
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Among these idiots, do I seem tense to you? |
They are just songs
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I live suspended in the sky, I write hallucinations
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I toast then I drink up the horrors
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Tasted like poison and I'm barely alive, when do you die?
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I carry the weight of my mistakes entirely on my shoulders
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From the first note that made me I have spent the best days
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Zero make money
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I live in black and white, I imagine colors
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Do you want advice on hip hop? |
Stay out of it
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Moder when you dose the words then you improve the tones
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I have nothing to do with this bunch of stinkers
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Pack of impostors
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'These rappers are keyboard zombies, all good at typing hearts
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All friends have fun with bad brains
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But when do you take off those good guys masks
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With rap I nourished the psychosis that nourished cirrhosis
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By now, I have more rhymes in my head than neurons
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"Modern, you're a genius", that's not true, don't be generous |
A pitiful veil, war of the buttons and the views
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You bring your groupies and I bring my crosses
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Bring me a Negroni
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Portabag carries the money that I have too little
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The ink that comes out of the pores
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On the staff there is a drama, I write pieces that are obituaries
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While you are at the court of the buffoons
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I have a flaming pen and convulsions
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It's the last bet and I win by bluffing, I have a pair of clubs
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You don't know the dark side of the coast
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Ask yourself a question that illuminates the answer
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This is one two one, Ravenna
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If you are ready, we are about to reach the summit
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You don't know the dark side of the coast
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Ask yourself a question that illuminates the answer
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One two one, Ravenna
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It's a finger in the ass for anyone who hopes that he will stop
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Moder on the track, bitch, hear how it sounds
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I come from an area where people are all in comas
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With a bitter taste in throat, slave works
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The nose, the runny coke
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The coast is expensive, forgive
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Let's talk not now, let's leave, let's fly, get in the queue
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Nothing ever changes here except drugs |
I gain altitude and find myself on the ground, I don't rest at night
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When I dream, I live too many lives for just one body
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The dark side is still here, there is no fucking new
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You want to shoot my head, I get up shortly after
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Nice thing about hip hop though
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Www blowjobs each other dot com
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Don't call me "bro", no, I don't suck your soaps
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With props that turn into blow jobs
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Bring me the popcorn
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I enjoy looking at you, here I'll stay a little longer
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Globetrotter of this flow, ah
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I have a bowl of Cointreau when I enter the saloon
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Another rapper, another video on YouTube
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Add a seat at the table where there is an extra friend
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I serve bowls of shit mixed with ragù
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(Mmmh) feel that perfume, you have to get used to it
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That nobody here wants to help you
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It's been ten years that I have been scarce, that I sweat my boxes
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That I put my experience bare and raw on the scattered sheets
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Who do you do it for? |
For the neighbor that begins
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For every breaker in the circle that hypnotizes me
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For every dream that does not come true
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For those who only accept the province |
Never shit happens
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You don't know the dark side of the coast
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Ask yourself a question that illuminates the answer
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This is one two one, Ravenna
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If you are ready, we are about to reach the summit
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You don't know the dark side of the coast
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Ask yourself a question that illuminates the answer
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One two one, Ravenna
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It's a finger in the ass for anyone who hopes that he will stop |