[Refrain]
Chase the goal
Insert coin
Hard times
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Up, hands
Base x5
[Verse 1]
On the show, anthrax
You put your face on it, rest in your face
Are you criticizing my flow?
There's Fibra on the track I know you like it< br/>Life hanging on the Wi-Fi
But what a pity you are doing Wi-Fi
I keep time
I'll aim, I'll come, I'll resume
Then I'll introduce myself, please, I'll remember
Ce-ce-ce-celebrity, about this dick, voila 
He talks to her, he does it
He spits, he does it
He spits, he does it
He spits the truth, he
/>What a trip
I came on the beat
Look at the stain
She looks at the car
[Hook]
The punk died in an accident, he was driving a Lamborghini
Rock died in an accident, he was driving a Lamborghini
A story like mine
There are few around
There are few around
Lamborghini
[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
Beautiful morning, with smoke coming from the roofs of the houses
Like a burning tin can, with the base on top
Milan , recall
Ferrari, righiamo
Success is out there, take it
Either you do it or they'll get you out
The market is ruthless
Kill, kill, die , die
Explicit gestures
Explicit lyrics
Life is a whore we pay to politicians
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I understood what to do
When everything goes to shit
I don't listen to anyone I lock myself in the studio and fuck off
I have rhymes to focus on
These just want to see someone who throws themselves
And that it also hurts
Silence press if I smoke it all
(Why?) because I stop talking
Calls are coming but who is it?
I change number every two or three
I never take anything serious online
Because no one signs their name in faith
I'm self-made, you ask for help
But how many opportunities have you had
Everyone famous just for a minute
You ask me about have you been drinking?
[Bridge]
How many iPhones pointed at my face
The real talent is pretending to like it
/>How many i-phones pointed at my face
The real talent is pretending to like it
[Rhymes on the Beat]
[Hook]
Rhymes on the Beat x 7
Rhymes on the beat, bang, I come from nowhere, Big Bang and a bit of funky breakbeat
What a fucking rhyme, old school
massimo respect was the mythical phrase
I register with anxiety
I recite my mantra
Cast the base I throw the rhyme as it was done during the nineties

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