IL Guercio:
You know, you know
I try the microphone Never Give up
Brain on, tele off I explode on the boom bap
In the city the militia tortures
Blows in the face, deaths in the square, they cover up the news
Circle of smoke hypnotizes
I can't breathe if the air spoils me
While the wheel of injustice makes another turn
The masses don't realise, yes standardizes
It anesthetizes with the video and its rubbish
The curve on the abscissa with which the coach analyzes me goes crazy,
I turn off the fuss on the lens
I have a fictitious identity on the instrumental,
I'm on the side of the criminal if he doesn't sit at the Interior Ministry
I spit on the Quirinale, I excommunicate the cardinal,
I communicate illegal slang for those who don't give in to evil
And unsheathes the Katana, smokes Ketama hash
I push the sound anti-madama urban jungle the plot of the drama
Jake the Fury:
Jake doesn't give up brother
World that collapses never give up
Hatred in the tank, leatherheads
Already we post BR generation children of the bomb,
You PR generation children of the bomb.
In the street cops and tatanka
Guerrilla with iron plus bar
Pigs in uniform the team of the white one (merde!!!)
The people are tired the fire chars their tantra
It grows on blood and wants lead like in the 70's
Class struggle between
Threads and masses the
Revolution amplified by your speakers
Killer Dogo Argentino by yours sub-woofer
I live if I write and go around clandestinely in a Mini Cooper
In Milan justice is like in Babel
Every infamous murderer is a cop faithful to duty
Frà, from prisons to beatings in the panthers
HOW MISERABLE LIFE IS IN THE ABUSE OF POWER!
The One-Eye+Jake the Fury:
Evil visions
With rhymes born among smashed bottles
On encrypted coordinates
If they repress riots
At Tien Ammen
We prepare escape at midnight
In the r.e.m. phase
He who mystifies
Instigates me
To lyrical aggression
The microphone shoots
Give him a ballistics report
We are the forces of disorder
The sound ultra-violent inside the ether
The fire blazes (FiYA!!!)
You can't put it out
Surrender is not my thing
No justice no peace
Catch dogs
With the verse that weighs
My mental state doesn't bend
Doesn't do media, the media turns shit into gold
Like King Midas
I don't believe it
My brothers
Not even
We are the shot in the barrel
With a full magazine
Look at life brother
It goes away in an instant < br/>The world is going to shit
Dog eat dog
And I eat last...

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS