| Today usually gray here in Milan
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| I call Night Skinny in the afternoon we smoke it
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| We close ourselves in the studio with you
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| I bought a ticket in my past
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| And then when the smoke rises
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| Closes away boredom kills you my pen gets angry
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| I grew up like this in Reggio Calabria palaces
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| Reality straight in the face if you bend over it crushes you
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| Another generation plays football on the street
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| Full 80s Italy is disinherited
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| And I who fight every day at school
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| In the shit and ignorance as a side dish
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| Tell me why do you get depressed?
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| In the fifth grade not even the multiplication tables
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| I am a poor Calabrian ignoramus who moves to Varese
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| Always struggling with the heaviest challenges!
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| Tell me what you fight for
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| I see darkness at times
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| I relive my past and all the memories
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| Every rhyme you've lived with me!
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| Anyway, I don't give up Buguggiate and San Fermo
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| Still at war brawls in the center
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| Those were the years of heroin
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| Friends die you learn that shit ruins you
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| I was skating at the point
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| My Public Enemy myths and (?)
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| Beginning with the rap the new flavors break
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| I don't even finish the Superiors and the Sottotono come out
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| Uhhh the bomb is triggered
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| I start touring Italy and every club breaks through
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| I am in Novara for 4 years in the Chronic Area
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| The 90s evolution and there are those who win
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| Who does not know is attacked
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| Every little motherfucker who told me doesn't touch me
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| The arrogance I have lost is of no use to shit
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| You always find the asshole that makes you the bunch, fool!
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| Tell me what you fight for
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| I see darkness at times
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| I relive my past and all the memories
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| Every rhyme you've lived with me!
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| In Liguria 4 years I create Yoshi
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| The World of Illusion is the reality you know well
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| There are those who only got there a few years ago
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| My rap is for a few in Genoa
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| Always in my heart I live for the sea
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| For those who appreciate what I have to give
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| I move down to Bari in search of the sun
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| I find my love and a hardcore funk group
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| My Diary then Alibi comes out
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| You keep hiding you are devils
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| I don't give a fuck anymore come on blame me
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| Justice me so much I understand
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| They are ready to point fingers
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| To leave you in the shit to call you finished
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| But then you just have to take a look around
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| And see the middle level at a still primitive state!
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| Tell me what you fight for
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| I see darkness at times
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| I relive my past and all the memories
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| Every rhyme you've lived with me! |