| Turn up my mic
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| Turn up my mic
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| Yeah yeah
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| Red eyes like the Z-virus
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| Read these verses like: "the prophet"
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| I started from the neighborhood
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| Your ass burns, only this brazier burns for me!
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| Hey!
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| Yeah "hey oh" like the seven dwarfs
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| There is not another in all seven seas
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| Learned to swim among the dog fish
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| Eyes dark white hair, you have your god in front of you
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| I ride, do it like a center forward
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| Even years ago I was beautiful ahead
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| First mainstream rapper
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| Brother I started the games, you can call me Běijīng
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| You are about to get the shock
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| You are, old, old, one foot in the pit
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| I'm in riot gear
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| The girl gives me so much head, I've already promoted her
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| My record makes history, yours makes a flop
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| I cum on you like cumshot
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| More whores than in Bangkok
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| Smoke a pound, comic, Captain Harlock
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| In between my life is Hard Rock
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| You eat at HardRock abroad
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| You are a phony, a fake, a fugazi
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| I sound American, but I'll send you to pick you up from the Calabrians
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| Just look at the way I'm shittin on 'em
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| Rotten, look, I'm shittin on 'em
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| Yeah, just look at the way I'm shittin on 'em
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| Like aarghh
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| MM my initials
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| Great money minimal sounds
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| When I rap you take cover
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| Smoke a little from my skunk, breathe Cali-fornia
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| But my city is Milan
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| Local products mmhhh… Afghan
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| Hey, I was in Rattazzo when I was sixteen
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| Twelve years later everything is the same, I just took off the fan!
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| Heavy hands head businessman
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| Hot stanzas get a fire extinguisher
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| What do you know about Mondo Marcio? |
| (shit!)
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| We need new haters, old ones like me!
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| Kill a motherfucker
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| On these marches I'm Ray Charles
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| I don't see them, I don't hear them
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| Bro it's not that you're creative it's that you don't even go in time, ah!
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| Kilo Clothing from head to toe
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| Don't fuck with me it's all custom, see?
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| You want the handle, Siffredi
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| I'll break your back in two then I'll sketch you, Cimabue
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| An artist with a brush
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| I get every whore that big brother made pregnant
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| So I will not have children only grandchildren!
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| Follow me?
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| Rotten is like the wind, you feel it but you don't see it!
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| Just look at the way I'm shittin on 'em
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| Rotten, look, I'm shittin on 'em
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| Yeah, just look at the way I'm shittin on 'em
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| Like aarghh |