Article 31
As it is
A scream
...a scream for art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31. We came back even more encysted, here we are, you already missed us. I ring the gong, the beep starts, the stage is the ring, I'm scary like IT, by Stephen King, and I entertain the fans with spaghetti funk, which I prefer (...what the fuck is that?) it's the new disco, fresh, drink it now, be careful because it's spicy, like Tabasco. I see people killing each other on the dance floor, I throw them in the middle like a true casino professional, which I am, it's a brothel, I mess up your brain, I wake you up like the rooster, under the stage bring an umbrella because I spit-spit when I'm talking, if you can stand it, give me a shout, I want to hear it, I'll give you a reason to do it here, give... ...a shout for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31. Whoa! tell me if you remember me, I'm the pied piper who betrayed the king, who conquered the city with mice, but doesn't even know the half of the job, and I learned that nothing is impossible, and also that almost nothing is easy, you have to have faith, speak to those who don't believe, even to those who have their brains where they sit. Now jump up, play whoever deserves it, the sole burns like a fire (fire!), and how much shit they threw at me, but I moved more than a step and I responded to whoever threw it, I crushed it in my face, and as you can see there's no trace of it left on me, and if you smell me you smell revenge, Italy too is now there and representing itself. I stand by my idea, also because I created what they called utopia, together with those who tried to listen and now open their mouths and are about to make... ...a scream for art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, DJ Jad (...DJ Jad...), J Ax (...J Ax...), 31 (...31...), I love you (...I love you... ), I like it (...I like it ...), I want it (...I want it ...), hip hop (...hip hop...), again (...again ... ), ... Suker shit on me, like envy me, dance on me, girl scrutinize me, hug me, kiss me, and then pay me, the moment is magical, I'm an aphrodisiac, take away my oxygen but leave me the microphone that I've been holding in for a while hand, with which we delight you, and please don't say that in our heads we have the American dream, at most the dream of Cologno, I need a check, quickly, rhyme in my head, the wad of money in my pocket, money easy- easy-easy-money, I'm a jukebox that works with hits of hundreds, because I've never been a lucky boy, and no dream has ever been given to me, I've worked, and you've entered my zone, you're still out because I sang ...hoi Maria.. !, and now this is my place, I'm not leaving it now, you're the one who put me there, don't worry, I will never betray you, and from now on you will hear more and more often... ... a shout out for art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31, a cry for the art. 31...