What is our name? Primo + Squarta
with the slipper volume
those half Roma Zoo, half Robba Coatta
if you don't like it, I have fire motifs on your paper motifs
I have it the stakes are high
out here it's hell that if I stop...
there are those who expect me to start again
people who stand with the microphone in their hand
let's go, first in cahoots with the dogo club of Milan
yes, let's take out your facilities
here they want the numbers: for those there is Grandi
commands be it, I'll put you zeros to attention -zero
you are just a passenger on my train
you higher up with the sound that makes you prisoner
the stereo with the right sound will knock on you first
come on, when I pass I take hostages , punches and kicks
beautiful you don't know what to do with rap!
Milan plays, Rome responds
Guè and Jack the fury culture that spreads
hey faggiano listen to us carefully,
We play different but we play together!
Milan plays, Rome responds
First + Squarta those others don't go any further
hey faggiano listen to us,
we play different but we play together!
If I write sixteen bars I will lock you in sixteen bars
two scimitars: one at the balls the other above the shoulders
G. Pequeno the guy with style in his hands
pays Chinese salaries and collects Italian prices
from MI to the capital like vice to punishment
the guy makes a scene I change the color of the blood in his veins
br/>background eighteen cru, you seem to have remained under you
I hold micro, cane, tits and cash: Doctor Guè Octopus
they are not verses but telluric movements
confrontation with barbiturates to peripatetic rappers
pathetic listen to us: dogo, primo + quarter
I close business in Jakarta, you swipe like a card
Visa or Diners, out for these Vagiaine
too many frenzies, men of action to deprive you of tomorrow and
the serious ones know who the number one lyric king is
you are like God: no one has ever seen you!
The sun rises at night inside my park
the message it weighs like fallopa but it's without the cut
it's my world that turns backwards
light in the darkness, the degree burns the mercury in the surrounding area
it's rap maraio!
Milan trembles pula wants justice
the fictitious focus camera the identity of the dogo
first: if Rome calls I'll answer
second: if you stay to eat I'll just collect the bill
fake gangsta tell me who's shooting
know that outside you have the Fiesta and not the Impala
horn from capo coffin learn from jack the fury
my lyric is hard tell it to my belt buckle
/>well, now I'll tell you my points but of stitches
your rap is like Lycra, it's recycled because it's rubbish
if you say you're calling your friends you go to the police station
that's why I have the finger on the micro and take off the safety, bro!
bomboclat!

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