This one pretends he doesn't know me
But he knows the songs even in his sleep
We get out of the car all in a sweat
With the little horse of horse meat
At school I used to go in with smoke in my head
I used to leave school with smoke in my head
Clear in the bathroom, the janitor comes in
You knock three times with the glass from the window
Listen to this beat, it's made in Catania
The good stuff is always South Italy
This one has the little kid in his head
To take a picture with me, I look like Saint Aita
Teeth that shine like a star
Three hundred euros in the mouth of the air
This is the respect of my Christians
They make the crybabies and call me brother
I have a friend who busts his head
Who goes back and forth and doesn't work at the Post
He has a bag stuck in the bag
Like a souvenir but it's not a matryoshka
I don't forget where I come from
I don't aim for the Lambo but for the blue Liberty
You friend of everyone, I friend of no one
My word weighs more than lead
I don't make songs, I make a truth
Insult me, insult the whole of Catania
My songs in beastly discs
Your songs like "who was that"
If a friend comes and spies on my music
You don't have to say I'm Italian
You have to say Arancini, lemon with salt
Serious music, I'm Sicilian

Now Catania brother is on the map
I'm going to smash this Italian rap's head
I dedicate this to every person
Who never in life gave me a hand
I stayed in my city
They said I wouldn't go far
Instead you find me in the same place
Where as a child I used to drink and smoke

Now Catania brother is on the map
I'm going to smash this Italian rap's head
I dedicate this to every person
Who never in life gave me a hand
I stayed in my city
They said I wouldn't go far
Instead you find me in the same place
Where as a child I used to drink and smoke

All my brothers with smoke in their hands
Cat in the 'ricchi and half a cigarette
Stories of life yes in a small square
Medicines yes without a prescription
Without a line and with a single beer
That we don't forget the times of the collection
Now every evening a handful of fish
That I go down like half a mermaid
Even this puppet falls ill
Live your life because no one waits for you
I eat this world with a knife and fork
Like at night sandwich and little bag
I have it in the studio that looks like a beach
First you work then maybe you eat
Before a concert I feel more anxious
Than those who take a flight with eggs in their belly
Here my people brother call me boss
As if I were the parking attendant
And don't even think about it
That I'm screwing the director's wife
You play the horse if you talk to the ponies
Try to do it again with stallions
After a lifetime of dissatisfaction
It's time to make millions
I started from the game room
Now I'm in the room with Funky and you play
Either you love me or you hate me or you copy me
It's a compliment though in various ways
Maybe you don't love me
I'll make you a coffin in half a minute
Rap in Catania has been heard but I want to suck

Now Catania brother is on the map
I'm going to smash this Italian rap's head
I dedicate this to every person
Who never in life gave me a hand
I stayed in my city
They said I wouldn't go far
Instead you find me in the same place
Where as a child I used to drink and smoke

Now Catania brother is on the map
I'm going to smash this Italian rap's head
I dedicate this to every person
Who never in life gave me a hand
I stayed in my city
They said I wouldn't go far
Instead you find me in the same place
Where as a child I used to drink and smoke

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