[Fabri Fibra]
It's a life where the scum talks in vain
for free, never does anything
some people should go fuck themselves!

[Bassi Maestro]
Suck it again, suck it more
you've already seen me on TV
doing a bit of scratch with Piero Pelù
or was it Syria?
it doesn't matter, they all have fake people around
even the true artist clenches his ass
because he knows that if he pisses someone off, tomorrow he's done
Italy, mafia of the music industry
where the seventies also decide the graphics
where the artistic directors drive the business
like a group of autistic taxi drivers
risks living there, they tell you to mix
hear the opposite bell, beep, withdraw!
so these in three years go bankrupt
these artists in three years disappear
but how come they don't understand in America
the industry built on a black man who printed a record
and with bowed head I hear bullshit about how I rhyme
they would like more sounds to Tiromancino
and if you don't clone R Kelly plastic sounds
this is Italy and its fantastic music
this pop of Meneguzzi, Angelini doesn't work
not even in the background while you blow me
there's my stereo crying blood
because it's been fucked so much that they've broken the speakers
and on the radio what do we have now?
Caparezza and Frankie-HI-NRG no? only this
ok, all my respect
but this is only rap not hip-hop
and it also sounds old
and then there's the cunning of the major
who is a journalist type who is friends with the doorman
and he said rap is a merit
these steal take and consume
they produce and if you don't go immediately (bye!) you're just deluded
you can go fuck yourselves
as far as I'm concerned I remain independent like July 4th
after everyone chooses as they believe
suck it well
but well well well!
if you listen to this piece with your boyfriend
suck our dick again!
if when you rhyme you copy our swagger
suck our dick again!
if Italian music is embarrassing
suck our dick again!
but what the fuck do they listen to in your building
suck our dick again!
[Fabri Fibra]
I come from the womb of paranoia
my body is on the ground my head in the executioner's arms
he takes me and then hangs me upside down against my will
but as soon as you open your mouth I cum in your throat bitch!
I eat acid, my liver is flaccid
then when I write I get agitated, I WRITE AND I GET AGITATED
I have magic rap, I don't sing for Elisa
I want to enter Malaysa's room tonight
and see where she put the 25 million
that she took for a record that never came out..
this incapable thief promised songs
foolish me waiting for them like an idiot
I'm crazy because I touch my dick
when I drink gin at home and sing naked from the terrace
vibra-click forward that there is no more space
because we devastate the ass all over the national territory
banal but from my parts backstabbing ass-kissers
and I get pissed off and castrate and also whip
I slit your throat while I choke
I don't breathe because I have vomit that is splashing
collapsed in an ambulance after I killed Fabrizio
I have a problem, maybe I smoke too much
are these people coming back or am I seeing double?
if you listen to this piece with your boyfriend
suck our dick again!
if when you rhyme you copy our swagger
suck our dick again!
if Italian music is embarrassing
suck our dick again!
but what the fuck do they listen to in your building
suck our dick again!

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