Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I'm so glad to introduce you
The new generation Italian rap stallion
Ladies and gentlemen, say "Hi" to Ernia

While you only think about geraniums
Your son is in a gang with the Chicanos
He doesn't know what work is, he's a cicada
And success goes uphill, yes, but you fall
It's not that I'm hungry, I'm scared
Your friend who tells me to calm down
If you look at Mother Nature with binoculars
Stop evolution, Hello Darwin
They ask me if I'm alone or if I have a partner
After all, we all come from the same dojo
I was just a kid on the street with a runny nose
Now watch out, you can clean me at home with a mop
Sent by the divine yes like Rhodes
They say "kill the child", yes, like Herod
I know where to take shelter if it rains
What do you sing if the trends end?
To those in the environment I rest my balls on their head
Yes, as if they were pallets
I reduce them from stars to stables
From my wounds now come butterflies
Who would have said, yes who would have ever said
I smoked in my little circle
I wrote my name inside the condensation
Now Ernia knows how to say what Matteo thinks

Qt Eight
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT Eight

From where
From where
From where
From where
From where
From where
From where
From where

Yes, yes, it's cold where I come from
I turn my flow into a salary
I look carefully at the quadrant, I'm careful
I'm not afraid of anyone but time
They always bounced me at the entrance
Maybe I didn't dress like a fool
If I look at the rappers in Italy now
They are good at making regressive advertisements
Yours said not to hang out with me
I was one to drop, yes, right
I smoked joints in the parks
They watched Barbara D'Urso at home
I drooled over all my girlfriends
When it was the other way around, I changed course
The same ones who cried for "Bravoh"
They exchanged photos, yes, of Leotta
Sailed the swamps with the whole fleet
And this is the good time that I touch the shore
They wonder if I do trap and they fight
The reality is that I am an alternative to trap (Nique Les Clones)

From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT
From QT to QT Eight

Ernia, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them
Ernia, kill them, kill them

On my return to the scene, silence fell
Maybe I didn't go where the wind was going
A few pieces and I put everyone with water to the throat
Because I gave them cement shoes
Now I'm out of my mind, out because
I intend to kick them all out of the dick
Kids behave because dad is back home
Make sure you don't make me take off the belt
Forty degrees in my crew, twelve friends
Eight my area and you come back with your tail between your legs
I enter your low hands, yes, but wait
Prepare a hot plate, I knife and fork
I look at the Earth so small
Where am I? Now it seems like a crumb
From canned tuna I move to sea bass
Not, bro, a sharp blow between shoulder and collarbone, blood of Caligula
Your favorite rapper with me squeals

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