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(feat. Totò Mezzolla)
Jake the Furia:
I get in the head like pastas and Negronis in rave parties
I put my hands on the balls and I fuck the rap like Artie
I spit more fire of Rod on Happy Days
Be careful Gringo, I push rap like Roni the drum 'n bass!
Crazy people want to challenge Jake
But you can't play with Fury, Jake trains for 7 days like Craig
Club Dogo, murderous challenger, goes around in a tank top on a bima
While the Guercio has a top on the map
Jake!, fire to the rhymes I spit, 120 per minute, Heke!, more by BPM by Coccoluto
If every rhyme of mine is a line I write my lyrics with the Visa
But I break the horns like Luisa
Without a move I burn the dicks
I'm an MC red head shouting choruses from Fossa Dei Leoni
My crew has the right ideas, opens envelopes, laughs like Wayne and Shuster
After which he goes on stage with the Booster!
Totò Mezzolla :
Tell me if you have the balls, phra, or not, Milan the microphone lights up with the flow, hands in the air, the drinks and the splifs... Jump like the TNT!
Il Guercio:
/>I rap like the old Uno
Lyric exhausts me, rare type of white fly
Hands as in the bank
Kiff chimney an entire top, generous food, help your mother like Simac
Rhyme fine like the Broda that impales like Toyota
Make your woman happy like the Skoda
Frà ..tune the frequencies when I scroll over the (BUM!, BUM!, BUM!)like Bud Spencer!
MI Residenza the crew that keeps your gaze down
I take out 320 like a BMW
Killer verse in loop plus gripping flow
With rap send me home à It's like Subaru... An Impreza
Your dialect is small like the Nissan
I have styles that widen, baby, buy the Fissan!
I do the right thing like Mookie, XL type Suzuki, fuck your crew of eunuchs!