And from the Vespiri Mass a special dedication to those who are outside, here and those who speak speak...
When I peek out from the stage and...
I combine the base with my mind to give me the volume when I rhyme
br/>divine, my mental state if when I move beautifully the brother is near
even, if some take on the role of Cain and feel a bit like Aladdin
with the wizard's hat Merlin and the pants from Sbirulino and goes to the Zecchino d'oro
to give them work, please, listen, hurry up, give me the loose
with your cheap rhymes, when you call me weak, when I challenge you and/or act like a coward or I'll smash you.
Your pose is a comedy, pride cannot be remedied
your envy doesn't undermine me but your mere presence bends me.
And if you want the naked truth, I know that defamation is a commodity that sells like hot cakes
you use it like a bazooka but it failed you,
the back of your neck already, open up your mouth and bow your neck and come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, run after me... sweat, increase your pace, I'm in a hurry, but what a disappointment, you're still in the valley and I'm down at the top.
I'm calm in my tipsy style, you don't have to show me how to walk
at my own expense I learned not to fall, no one does or has ever done what I do,
I bet on myself even if they give me 1 to 10.
And how many are those who I sent to para, they don't want to compete,
for them a few words and shut up and learn, suffer Di J Ax la J Axscia
a little bit of Hip, a little bit of Hop, a ra-ta-ta-tak and it hits you and never leaves you alone
come on bold, I want to hurt you I know that you like it and I am capable of it
so be careful what you say, because I know what I do and I know the roots.
And rack your brains, grit your teeth, pretend detachment, but draw from my style< br/>how can I believe it if you don't believe it either
you being a street kid meanwhile dad has the BMW
and fuck me, for the two lire I earned
but unlike you, I sweated out what I have, I paid for it
so don't even touch this button, if you still have breath left, continue acting
the farce of the poor guy, with broken ice, never in conflict
you don't know what it means to skip a meal
I know, believe it or not, but I don't have even a bit of time to convince you.
Rhyme after rhyme time after time I learned growing up by delving into
the experiences encountered on my path, and now I know that I am the master of my destiny
And as you can see I go, I throw myself in my performance without being a slave to it
strong in the anger which is my energy for which I walked the path
and I have never given a false smile in my life.
and see how I go flow, the rhythm attracts you, almost like my show, and then shit the lira.
if you want sagacity, tenacity, effectiveness, I have it in spades
like at Iva Zanicchi the price is right, not you take it... badly
if J Ax goes up, you're jealous, it's normal
if something doesn't suit you we can talk about it honestly
but your constant spitting venom behind your back isn't worth it
And if you've told the right story, you wouldn't care if I were Africa Bambata
But I'm proof that your era has passed
Hello, ciuciame o pao e porco zao,
I have a lot of voice, the voice works well, so put yourself down at 90 and prepare the dish
because you talk and talk again, but you remain a coward, you take a barrel of shit, from J Ax...
Stylish with style

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