Can you raise my microphone a little bit more, please?
Hey, hey, great
It's the Block Wizard

There's a phenomenal detachment
Between me and all those bitches
I don't give it to give, they think I'm a mutant
How far do you have to go to see me in underwear
Not with her, hey, hey, hey
Not with her, hey, hey
My friend, even dressed, you have a bigger ass
Than mine, easy to compete with pedal toilets
Like me, hey, hey, hey
Like me, hey, hey
I don't have Anna's blonde hair
I have teeth scattered
The face twisted to one side
The ass is big but flat

But loneliness is a virus that I never catch
Even if you burn me and if I become gas
With only the voice I can create hype
So tell me what's strange about me, tell me, come on

Hey, lover
But it's necessary to free ourselves from skirts
Because rap music appeals to men
The voice, the pen, the style is not enough
The heart in the throat at the end
Maybe not, hey, hey, hey
Maybe not, hey, hey
Social showcases are the showcases of Amsterdam
Social showcases are the showcases of Amsterdam

Do whatever the fuck you want, lady
So much this Italy, lady
Sees girls as inflatable dolls
Do whatever the fuck you want, lady
So much in this Italy, lady
Sex is not art, it's just bread for fanatics
It would be nice though
That a boy saw me naked
For the first time without strange precedents
That maybe with Photoshop
With some more light points
And thighs more beautiful than the real ones

Hey, lover
But it's necessary to free ourselves from skirts
Because rap music appeals to men
The voice, the pen, the style is not enough
The heart in the throat at the end
Maybe not, hey, hey, hey
Maybe not, hey, hey

Hey, lover

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