[Verse 1]
There's no place out there for talent
I don't follow the event I follow intuition
A good piece isn't enough if you don't lick ass
You're not in the circuit
People listen to me from other countries
More than foreigners
Italians on the run
I've been listening to your bullshit for months
Years, decades, and my head it melted (melted)
I write my name with the spray can (spray)
Nothing remains, everything disappears like freestyle (style)
The streets always have someone's name which is worth remembering
I've already got mine
I have the image imprinted
Voice lost
Because of the instrumental
[Hook]
You seem special to me
While you dance and sing commercial
You are all I need
You are my shopping mall
Come on, don't let me woo you
You make me travel
Where I don't know
Not even if I will return
Don't forget me
Come on, don't forget
Don't forget me
Come on, don't complicate it
Don't forget me
[Verse 2]
Medèlin makes the base I go over it
The microphone is on, do you want to say something?
Remì, I invert the vowels, rhymes
/>Prizes arrive, they arrive first
I smoke the buds
I go up, like a crane
Camel blue
She painted, artemisia
The worst arrives
And it doesn't warn us
Here we are on a trip
It doesn't matter where you go when you're dead
But what you did in life
Thai massages
Ballantine's
Travel, beaches, wow< br/>I see all this when you say to me: Hello
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ah, I was taken for a ride by the scene
Because they told me that I wasn't capable
I look at the photos that this idiot posts to me
She just wants me to like her
They want me, I don't know why or how
The demons call me, I can feel it, they're hungry
Money keeps people away
More than the sign, be careful al dog
You think you're an artist until you meet a real one
I rap, I don't wear it
This music goes against an entire system
In Italy it's the exact opposite
The family decides your name from then on it's all in the hands of the TV
Work destroys people, if you pay the state asks for more
You see it too< br/>The clouded sky, in exchange for what? I fell for it
Freedom costs, I pay the ransom
I was already famous before the contract
I live reality with due detachment
The more things I understand, the less passionate I am
I sell the record, I take the money and run away. I wake up and ask myself: Where fuck are they?

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