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He steals, he disturbs, he disturbs me, too many people have wanted to be clever with me; you grow up, you understand that you can do it, better than them and when you realize it you flash; places that were previously imposed on me,
now it's my turn, pay attention to yours;
pheasants, from now on I raise my hands to you,
if you don't stay away from my plans;< br/>they are bombs, they explode under your ass,
I come out unscathed, and you know this is for sure;
with an open face, under whoever's turn it is,
talk about me first wash your mouth;
I'm aiming for the top and not just a slice,
I'm not wasting time, I'm in too much of a hurry;
Amir, rhyme backwards,
ready to take you out if necessary.
It's open war on all fronts,
my revenge, the time to take stock;
from now on I will no longer admit mistakes,
stay against me, I'm ready to take you out.
You pass but you leave scratches,
if you push the glass it doesn't jump if you pretend;
look, but this isn't enough for you,
/>you were born and will always be an extra;
screams, people on stage squirm,
incapable people who only make me feel sorry for you;
arrivals, you are too sad,
in the mirror , but have you seen each other?
Mine is an accusation, yours is just an excuse,
that of not wanting to follow the USA;
zero style, you're shooting bullshit,< br/>hip hop performed by former metalheads;
half rave, half ska, half gabber,
the last thing you have to do is be a rapper;
respect, what I demand,
And whoever doesn't give it to me I will knock him out by all means.
RIT x2
Leave cash to the older ones,
if you don't want to receive uprights and hooks;
I am crisis, we find ourselves divided,
between those who are stressed and those who live easier;
your values u200bu200bthat are killed,
financing, installments plus leasing;
life costs and more than my show,
I want my money, your yo is not enough for me!
I'll be lethal if I have to do it,
I don't want to fight anymore to get paid;
you you do it for the good of hip hop,
I have to bring food to Niccolò;
I have to feed him and if it were for you
that for one album you buy you burn three;
and we don't face this melodrama,
I declare war, this is my program.
RIT x2