| Female voice: Hello what's your name?
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| Marcio World: Marcio
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| Female voice: Are you new to here?
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| Mondo Marcio: no beautiful, I just arrived
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| Female voice: I've never seen you before, where are you from?
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| Out of a cartoon then into your ears
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| I live wide with a lot of sticks and panette
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| And all it takes to make me lose weight
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| Shit, two grams, I'm in reserve
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| Life and death of a budding rotten, miracles see you later
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| Let me go to the other world and come back all over again
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| I know how to do everything, if I have gighelli supplied
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| The only thing they won't let me do is the knife thrower But it's okay,
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| with my rhyme I'm fine
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| The big bad wolf looking for your granny from forest to forest
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| Rotten shady, shady and half human
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| Man the other is a mixture of the smoke you find in the city of Milan
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| If you were here you would see me bro
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| I know you wonder what the fuck I take to jot down these lyrics but
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| I don't really need anything
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| It is my life which is an amazing dream
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| If I burn everything
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| I take myself higher and higher
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| Man maybe I need it
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| I am living inside a dream
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| And one day I'll have to go
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| But now I don't want to get up
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| Just give me some more hip-hop, yo
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| I'll wake up sooner and later
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| And stay out in a child-free world
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| While I go to private room with the girl who gives me the choirs
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| I love nice woman
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| If I bend over to look at her ass she asks me if I have sciatica
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| I put my dick where it happens
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| I stay away from males and the rest is practical
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| Faces from crasts like Hutch and Starsky
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| Man ask Esa, we are rotten dead dead dead
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| And don't touch these bastard buttons
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| It is getting harder and harder to dress wide
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| It will be the shit that's in the air
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| Or is it just that every b-boy who loves hip-hop is forced to eat shit in Italy
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| Whatever will be, will be
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| But until they pump me under your house I don't stop New rhymes a new one
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| notebook
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| New coins plus new balls
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| And new girls hot as hell
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| And the best part is, I'm just getting started
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| I have the life of the most rotten rotten and I feel like a spoiled
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| I murdered whoever murdered me
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| Yo Bassi, did I dream it?
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| Fuck no Marcio
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| If I burn everything
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| I take myself higher and higher
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| Man maybe I need it
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| I am living inside a dream
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| And one day I'll have to go
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| But now I don't want to get up
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| Just give me some more hip-hop, yo
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| I'll wake up sooner and later
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| Ask yourself why I do how I do
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| I squeeze like I squeeze
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| The only answer is because a rotten person is like a rotten one
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| Why do I make the sentences?
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| Why do I do the basics?
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| We miss that I do a concert and then I do the applause
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| But if the public looks
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| Then I'll be the only rapper who is a king on stage
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| And at home he doesn't have hot water to wash himself
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| Between I have scazzi and I would not like
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| But I can only stay high
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| (Because this is Rotten World)
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| The way you walk is rotten
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| The way you rhyme, hey, who are you imitating nini?
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| Or maybe it's just that you and I are the same
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| The same rotten ones who dream of the same fucking pair of wings
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| If I burn everything
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| I take myself higher and higher
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| Man maybe I need it
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| I am living inside a dream
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| And one day I'll have to go
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| But now I don't want to get up
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| Just give me some more hip-hop, yo
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| I'll wake up sooner and later
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| You are out of this world ... |