[Verse 1]
Fabri Fibra
More mystical than Shiva
Artist like Ligabue
Soloist since 2002
Futuristic Akira, attracts
But the artist is like the dick on coke
Sooner or later it will retire
By chance I have Flos lamps
The instrumental D-Ross
On the cover the writing Squallor designed by Fos
How's it going Are you okay?
Are you composed
Rap has exploded
I make sick lyrics
After party in the emergency room
This music is always different and yet people on the track jumps
Ta-ta-ta-pa-pa-pa to everyone the same metric seems like the tarantella
I'll send you back to school with the microphone in your school bag
Remove the base
Don't there's a problem I can also go a cappella
You can't believe it, those who listen to me see themselves again
I hate banal rappers, those who produce them and those who follow them
10 in communication
Not I never use English
Now I make an exception Fuck Fedez
[Hook]
Rap in my country
Don't be rude
30 instore per month
Whoever is on TV sells the record
Under stress I understood it the hard way
No one exists if the cameras aren't on
Rap in my country
A little here a little there 
A little rock a little dance, a little faces dance 
A little club a little fashion the models among the flashes
The Milanese accent the rap in my country
[Verse 2]
Pass a pussy, pass a pussy, whistle!
Pass the chaff, pass the chaff shut up!
In America those from Walt smoke ganja Disney
Here you are judged if you say it on the records
These journalists taken badly
If you don't talk about politics
I never knew who to vote for
Forgive me but what effort
That era is over, gone
I throw my life away on a date
I dream of taking you all under
Above a stolen car
Pass the ball, let's make two shots
Passages on the radio always the same
Let's take a look
On the internet only small realities 
Which in practice don't even exist in reality 
What the fuck do you aspire to?
All you need to do is breathe
All it takes is for me to shoot you!
The engine revving up
A head-on with Max Pezzali
I went on TV and everyone said beautiful rhymes!
Stay Who a drive in some talent
Yes, nice ending!
[Hook]
Rap in my country
Don't be rude
30 instore per month
Whoever sells the record it's on TV
Under stress I understood it the hard way
No one exists if the cameras aren't on
Rap in my country
A little here, a little there
A bit of rock, a bit of dance, a bit of dancing faces
A bit of club, a bit of fashion, the models among the flashes
The Milanese accent, rap in my country< br/>[Verse 3]
I was born in 1976
Better to have a toxic son than a gay son
I know people who think that and who don't think about others
But with 20 Grams, you're going to jail, not at a gay party. >Mosquitoes
You talk about illuminati because you want to get tanned
I dissed with Vacca everyone said it's too much
We put ourselves on the line, the opposite of the world of pop
Now I'm better and I bet him too
Rapping is a journey
And you envy us because you know you lack the courage
The rest is all thought out by those who have the money
Ugly loser
I heard it said even in dreams
I waste my breath in what I write on these sheets of paper
Point to the beginning
You are welcome to a world of madmen
[Hook]
Rap in my country
Don't be rude
30 instore per month
Whoever is on TV sells the record
Under stress l 'I understood the hard way
No one exists if the cameras aren't on
Rap in my country
A little here, a little there
A little rock a little dance a little faces dance 
A little club a little fashion the models among the flashes
The Milanese accent the rap in my country
[Outro]
Fabri Fibra
This is for you

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