RAPPER - Ensi, Johnny Marsiglia, Agent Sasco

Uh, yeah

Dammi, dam-, dammi il mic

Oh, Joe Joe

(Joe Joe beat)

Ogni rapper dice: «Uccido rapper»

Anche il più fiacco dice: «Uccido rapper»

Mi chiedo alla fine chi ucciderebbe

Forse un po' di sangue vero ci vorrebbe

Quando prendo il mic divento Iron Mike

Mike Tyson light

Mi togli il mic, togli l’auto a Michael Knight

Ho sempre lavorato, mai scondinzolato al capo

Risposto a quei cani in casa mia senza nessun mandato

Mi chiedono le tracce nuove (J a che punto sei?)

Sarà il poco spessore, facce nuove come Baccaglini

A te non fotte delle rime

A me non fotte della tua fottuta squadra come Zamparini

Woah, volo basso sulle Blazer basse

Ti ascolto come se mi interessasse

E se la morte mi si presentasse

Le direi: «Dammi il budget, esentasse»

E questo rap due palle

Ho aperto il video nuovo, l’ho chiuso dopo due barre

Che se la carne è carne

Siete un hamburger di soia al sangue

Se rappo ti sposti

Non te l’aspetti tipo Bill Cosby

Gente affiliata, sento street gossip

Scrivo ancora quando fuori non c'è luce

Quando è tardi per le troie e troppo presto per i pusher

Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin' up all the Italiano

Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya

You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano

Lyrical assassin run upon you

You’re a goner

Hotter than the summer inna Ghana

Comin' like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer

Oh, yes, we gettin' paid 'cause we ah top performer

Rippin' all the greens, it’s like a ganja farmer

In strada parlo e cammino come un campione, tutti sanno il nome

Chiedilo in giro, no competizione

Non c'è questione, rapper, non cercate faide

Non è ancora nato un figlio di puttana come me nel cypher

Rimetto in riga con il rap questa gioventù

Convinta che in 'sta merda tutto ciò che non è trap è old school

Io sono roots and culture, boots e calci

Loops e drums in faccia e fiamme ai party

Ogni rapper dice: «Uccido rapper»

Ma se dice che uccide me, mente

Ho sempre ucciso rapper, ma veramente

Ci sono i video in rete, ancora appendo teste alla parete

Rapper, non provarci

Questa roba richiede talento, la tua richiede un bell’outfit

Odio i rapper fasci, i rapper nazi

I rapper che copiano altri rapper scarsi

Qua non è cambiato niente

Io smetto il giorno prima di morire

Così almeno, bro, non muore un rapper

Questo suono sta tornando

No, è qui da sempre, oh, e per sempre

Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin' up all the Italiano

Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya

You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano

Lyrical assassin run upon you

You’re a goner

Hotter than the summer inna Ghana

Comin' like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer

Oh, yes, we gettin' paid 'cause we ah top performer

Rippin' all the greens, it’s like a ganja farmer

Uh, yeah

Give me, give-, give me the mic

Oh, Joe Joe

(Joe Joe beat)

Every rapper says: "I kill rappers"

Even the weakest says: "I kill rappers"

I wonder who he would kill in the end

Maybe some real blood would be needed

When I take the mic I become Iron Mike

Mike Tyson light

You take the mic off, you take Michael Knight's car away

I've always worked, never wagged my head

Answered those dogs in my house with no warrant

They ask me for the new tracks (J where are you?)

It will be the little thickness, new faces like Baccaglini

You don't give a shit about rhymes

I don't give a fuck about your fucking team like Zamparini

Woah, fly low on low Blazers

I listen to you as if I care

What if death presents itself to me

I would say: "Give me the budget, tax free"

And this rap two balls

I opened the new video, I closed it after two bars

That if meat is meat

You're a rare soy burger

If I rap you move

You don't expect it like Bill Cosby

Affiliate folks, I hear street gossip

I still write when there is no light outside

When it's late for the sluts and too early for the pushers

Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin 'up all the Italian

Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya

You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano

Lyrical assassin run upon you

You're a goner

Hotter than the summer inna Ghana

Comin 'like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer

Oh, yes, we gettin 'paid' cause we ah top performer

Rippin 'all the greens, it's like a ganja farmer

On the street I talk and walk like a champion, everyone knows the name

Ask around, no competition

There's no question, rapper, don't look for feuds

A son of a bitch like me in the cypher has not yet been born

I put this youth back in line with rap

Convinced that in this shit everything that isn't trap is old school

I am roots and culture, boots and kicks

Loops and drums in the face and flames at the parties

Every rapper says: "I kill rappers"

But if he says he kills me, he's lying

I've always killed rappers, but really

There are videos on the net, still hanging heads on the wall

Rapper, don't try

This stuff requires talent, yours requires a beautiful outfit

I hate fascist rappers, Nazi rappers

Rappers who copy other poor rappers

Nothing has changed here

I quit the day before I die

So at least, bro, a rapper doesn't die

This sound is returning

No, it's been here forever, oh, and forever

Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin 'up all the Italian

Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya

You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano

Lyrical assassin run upon you

You're a goner

Hotter than the summer inna Ghana

Comin 'like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer

Oh, yes, we gettin 'paid' cause we ah top performer

Rippin 'all the greens, it's like a ganja farmer