1. |
80C's Number One
04:22
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Somebody forgot about Europe
Northside Wopland is where I come from
so boom rush the show once again
this time istead ahead the plain
you know what I'm sayin' I'm 80C
I'm a mixed MC from Italy
see, I've got to speak a "language not mine"
that's why I try to spit rightly my rhymes
Double check my style and learn
don't spurn an urn that lets you earn
so stop turning and hear real rap
as the weak radio zap is just crap
rednecks jack beats and make them wack
these tracks are stacked for slack lack
yep don't wreck your brain in a natron bath
don't make the mistake to take a bad path
and act like a clone you know what
right now I'll stop to say "don't"
Do what you want but at least reflect
how old is the last rap wit intellect
EONS - I say too many!
now hip-hop is chopped for some pennies
I'm the last one with a good tone
80C's Number One...
Some mic demons strafe to imitate
but why demonstratin' keep innovate!
Word of a mate born in '94
never before you've heard of this guy alone
I don't disguise as other rappers
I'll leave that to mixtape suckers
which rape my ears so I'll tear their tapes
you've heard me clearly so lean don't gape
"Don't" once again... It's an exception
follow my speech, here's a rap lesson
now I'll explain about my style
sometimes I'm wild but I'm wise
I like the old style so I revive
the old formula, but you aks why?
Back in the days when hip-hop began
a guy from N.Y. heard a jap clan
electronic too was inspiration
like mine was rhymin' on a playstation
meanwhile the mainstream screams loud-ly
I troll 'em out reinventing house
and funk-house too I'm not a fool
I test every genre since it's cool
say it loud the next school's begun
and 80C's Number One!
What's the next school? You may say
it's a cool way to fuse sound waves
Rock Rap R.B. Funk and Fusion jams
while my quick rap slang slams
Do you understand that, what, no?
Okay, here I go in another flow
My goal's to analize and criticize
most don't realize they soak in lies
they socialize rap sung by fags [I wanted to use the word "cigarettes" but it did not rhyme with "gangs", so I used a synonim. Only much later I were told that in U.S. speech said expression had been turned into a phobic foul word by some mainstream white rapper...]
and believe hip-hop's just for gangs
but I say "no, it's for everybody
so I hope you won't doubt about it"
the street the stream diamond pools
already there... why not the schools...
"My style is global, no gibberish
that's why I chose to rap in English"
Take note you critic, my snap's oniric
it means dreamlike, its just a trick
I kick ill lyrics with ancient rhymes
because critics love decent styles
and haters should shout it's an issue
If they rant me they do throw figures
and the song that just ran
is "80C's Number One"
[The original incarnation of the song ended here, that is why the following verse, added a bit later, includes the word "remix".
The genesis of the album was so convoluted and obstacled by uncomprehension on behalf of the "indie" distributors that it is way too long to be decribed here alone.
This album, after all, originated as a badly needed necessary evil and compromise to have my originally-intended work (the next albums) delivered to the local audience.]
That's the remix so here's the addon
otherwise... "why re-record the same song?"
My dictionary is verbally restriced
but at least I twist my lines and rhymes ain't no rigid
at all you know so picture
me applying in my speech rhetoric figures
and put knowledge inside it works but
most of my records don't make the cut
'cause this industry rejects facts of misery
and ministries detect your rappin' sheets
indeed being an MC ain't no easy at all
if you believed in gold you believed in balls
The franchise the leaders the knights the crowd
realize to hypnotise readers in a toxic cloud
but I move 'em out with my own words
as strength prefers to favour instead hordes
rather than the single don't be auster
imagine Washy all alone amidst foster
valley that's rite unity beats fools
so join too the group called next school
lousy lyrics ain't the thing I strew
why I make music? Listen to Track No. Two
"S" as genitive, don't be the dumber one
That's right, 80C's Number One
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2. |
Makin' Waves
04:55
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Makin' waves that's the way it is
I rap with within not as wanna-be
I don't talk weed but about people
cheap rhytmo my speech is simple
I won't talk jokes so please hear
I'm like a seer yo lend me an ear
I tendon't talk in this low tone
I'm makin' waves 'cause I feel alone
a lot of mates got at least a partner
but I'm a martyr 'cause I ain't charmer
I seem a beast a tarter guy
I don't evolve like a buttefly
I can't solve I am what I am
and to sayin't lies I givon't a darn
about it - so my muse is music
a good acustic is a good amusing
my uzi weighs so I use it too
if you missed the clue then you're roo
you should knew ideas tame and link
with common ideas I'll have a family
that almost I didn't have
one day is one one day is halve
one day I may find one new
my friends my fans and maybe you
so I make waves 'cause I'm certain
they could fit for every person
no more orphan no more slave
that's why I'm makin' waves!
I'm makin waves so then I plug
all songs in a CD inside a juke
unlike drugs don't plugs in veins
so nobody will die invain
I'm makin' waves to have fun
I'm makin' waves to make puns
when I have fun I want be myself
'cause brown browns makes y' a marionette
and you ain't you it takes a lot
sober up then the fun's forgot
instead of E teen get a beat
and hip and hop withouth sleet
for then melt down and then burn
do what you want but at least learn
I know you got soul
believe in the beat achieve your goal
stroll on the notes take it easy
you won't be wheezy you'll be breezy
waves are sweezy hear like a scholar
music hasn't face race and color
notes scrollin' are a good goad
I'm ballin' takin' the higher road
I'm makin' waves 'cause I'm certain
they could fit for every person
no more orphan no more slave
that's why I'm makin' waves!
I'm makin waves to make my songs
then store them as my life ain't long
art goes on beyond all times
don't you find this thought sublime
Exegi monumentum aere perenne
live forever that's why I made 'em
You may say it's a mud sport
but I did it as my life is short
I'm ill as hell don't need to spell
it is clear it ain't hard to tell
well - who will be next to me?
I only have a past sold for twenty ngwee
see I have no future in front of my dash
except the picture of rotten flesh
so you know how do I feel
I'm makin waves as songs are my kids
it's a blueprint which saves my waves
for ever whoever will know I gave
a future to me and you
printed upon this LP blue
I'm makin waves for noble reasons
I wrote I made I sung you listen
for the new seasons that's my entail
the stories sung by a young white man
I'm makin' waves 'cause I'm certain
they could fit for every person
no more orphan no more slave
that's why I'm makin' waves...
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3. |
Hit Em Up
05:02
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Wops dopin' beats - sellin' always hits
bustin' acapellas, they won't stop this
since C.M.s are chumps of lies
I consider them wicked crumbly guys
be wise and reflect on their condition
their fame is fake like their ambition
so my mission is breakin' your disbelieves
as I go far further than they conceive
have patience with me, let's wait and see
those clowns get gifted by a true MC
that's me - 80C I tell the truth
I'm around with my sound since my youth
unlike wannabes I command microphones
while they tend to hand that like ice cones
so they melt rhymes which turn in grime
all lines wit no sense as they try mime
but I instead test them and then I talk
no jokes in between I'd rather rock
unlock all doors why only hip hop
all music instead hit 'em up!
I'm half wop but I speak English in the demo
I feel bad fellow inside the wops' ghetto
since C.M.s consider their language good
with Italian there's nothing I've understood
only flare jokes and lousy swear words
for spare plots that will never unfold
it's old, they always copy past rhymes
pasting all the day and their songs are slime
please realize the clime of wops' music
it needs some style and I can do it
but rappers care only of money & clothes
not of dying, lying, corruption and swaths
neither of consumption and their victims
listen the street - cryings of children
what's goin on in my sprawl you say?
the same stop 'n' swop in Europ-S.A.
bullcraps lies murders distractions
hysteric ladies fans o' Bieber & One Direction
and wack comercials leets of radio pop
let's throw them off a bridge hit 'em up!
How I make hiphop I don't like chop
there are no shops I let knowledge drop
beyond the siege are aslept all lyrics
I try my best and test my limits
thousands of digits and only two are good
depends on the weeks depends on my mood
depends on the rails so I train a few
by trying any kind I learn some new
I learn from the street not from the screen
shame on the TVs they disgust me
even if my LP scores zero sales
I can still stomp those snakes today
see foes flee when i show my fury
let instead the people be my jury
I've got no yatch no swatch but balls
I've got no rope chains I've got words
that weight tons and fool like chess
I don't need to be a G to wreck your ass
the sucker MCs don't theorize hiphop
they idolize terror - hit 'em up
Rappers for money - Rappin' for bigness
and all todays rappers are rappin' for business
they ain't serious but a lot of lame
they're made in series and are just shame
MC Killa ain't no crime but Certosino
'cause he copies rhymes just like Clemontino
And Morino reccomended raps like coal fag
his beats ain't no swag but are SPAM
All carrying Zeds like Fidez Fingaz
You parrot wrecks are a bounch of zebras
why do they mention a tiger's stripe
who the hell cares you pridly lie
Then they say rap lives with Selmo
you ain't Satan but a wigger candle
and why keeps scream Morocco Hunt
Street poet? No but a rodeo cunt
They say everywere they're all thugs
but look at them they carry bubble guns!
I don't need G.B. to make hiphop
his zombies try to steal mine Hit em Up!
Fifth verse a curse you don't expect
remeber that rings can't buy respect
ring's a neologism coined by eighty
'cause unlike coins those rings are empty
Emmys trophies are just icons
being rich doesn't mean being an idol
idiots pursue chips instead i pursue life
that's why I really don't give a fife...
I take what's needed and don't burnout
stay true to my rules I ain't sellout
as sellouts whirl on girls but y'know
they treat 'em badly and pretend blows
instead I let all them live and stop
I just said before I only love hip-hop
Don't take me lightly I can be cruel
'cause unlike fakes I don't refuse a duel
I'm very fast but you can understand
if I'm unsatisfied I don't use my hand
I'm neutral like the true god of hiphop
'cause America's dead - hit 'em up!
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4. |
In Da City
06:24
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Welcome to the city of More to Rey
where you pray for pity but you get flayed
they don't play they eat you alive
'cause last time almost I lost my life
That city's greedy and hunger for more
hunger for weed and for every whore
those ones make gain the whole city hall
without 'em they would play softball...
I mean the mayor that wouldn't care
He cares only for the shoes he'll wear
it's a hole in water the lead of the junk
just watch his daughter that is a Punk
that wears dark, don't make me laugh
A State of Emergency is the last behalf
I've got no mercy for who tells lies
so I just demolish his fake guise
I'm wise 'cause sometimes hails a bullbeep
from the City Mass but it's a cool skit
I don't give A plus about my old town
'cause it got crapped for its own
Pizza every friday, coins in the hole
and the theater that looks like coal
they spent tons for some balls in the plaza
and I would say then "what's up?"
No parking and there's only traffic
life's a traffic jam but it's tragic
when you don't find what you're looking for
like health, food and a loyal girl
Royal dades thrive against all the guys
and with the scrapeyard nearby realize
everybody Welcome to the world of cancer
you may die in a bed or in a gore carcer
'cause
In the city the life is hard...
Let's take a trip a bit closer
about the wops you'll see dozens
their strange mind is the same as swines
let's enter in their lair, danger sign!
This ain't my fantasia or intuition
its sinestesia in a description
there are many sounds just look around
you see and hear people each ones lost & found
I stare the odor of weezy crack pipes
and feel the noise of busy house wives
that jack all day to steal some wine
running past the skyline in the via-vai
there's no ambition as MCs & deejays
they say no auditions & my life replays
look at the peeps in my sprawl zone
simply they live 'till the boat goes on
I'm a human being and not a dead body
I don't want to don't count for anybody
the guys who studied work in Burgin king
being laureati ain't a fucking thing
which role shall I play? MC or the slave?
or keep peeping shadows inside the cave
I can't escape - you know the rest
rest in peace 80C sir nobody of the past
I can't accept the fate they wish for me
so I'd better start so my run begins
I act a stunt you know what I'm about
move very fast and work my ass out
put in my effort put in my strength
keep going in any way in all its length
so - there's still a lot to tell
life in my slum ain't a Ritz Hotel
So here I am behind the hedge
still trapped by the fence and I'm tense
hence I try to defence myself but
I cannot 'cause this place ain't my hut
just peep see gypsies kill cops rob
the mob runs around with almost no job
I've got no future in a mess like this
floodin' into crisis and ecstasis
sheep like wop police do a stomach swipe
when I sing my beats they say infringement
of copy-rite
but they only want music sung by guys
that they do like but their message's dirty
fake love songs by that peach Buhglioni
you've heard me? You're darn wrong
you pushed me but that's my own song
so trying to cool down their lousy critcs
I turn up the volume and bust my lyrics
ill indeed but I am the law
pay me a thirteenth or I'll break your jaw
Law should protect and never restrict
there's only one that can convict
is who you call god or with other names
what it takes recognise that now law's a shame
why do you control by restricting the liberty
the instinct is running far from the misery
it seems to me that we're opressed
so how we're supposed to have success
in life - 'cause we're blocked off
this explains why everybody's rough
the more the limits the more the shards
of broken rules 'cause life's too hard
And Now act 4 this is labyrinth zone
behind synapses why don't explore
I use analysis anastrophes to hack inside the brain
in order to try to unwind the mysteries of this skein
the big wood wheel rolls counterclockwise
and wops themselves chant the marsellise
or the flag hymn since this country ain't ours
e-even petrol men work only three hours
and the patrols control only fools
they ain't no hounds but scoobie doos
whose wealth comes no guess from where
we're all alone like Aile Belle Windermere
in the flowing waters of the timeline
we've got privatized by the Europe's pride
that oppressess the wops for fear of revolts
we can't use nukes to make some jolts
so now all wops are just slaves
that break other if they're too brave
and now in da city you hear dulcimers
by gratuated neither hobos nor pulcinel
if you'se intelligent you may have sense
but you'll find thousands wops that row against
the wop mentality is really cheap
see they act like a flock of sheep
so you see contradictions all over the place
who steals flies who'se loyal drinks haze
by sublimation as wopland ain't alive
before you believe in leaving hear track five
trust 80C the naughty world's bard
not only in your city the life's hard
but everywhere...
'cause in the City the life is hard
(and there are cities everywhere)
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5. |
Get Outta Here
05:42
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I'm along the road to the nothern stowe
what's poppin my wops you should know
we don't arrive at the end of the month
right here in Europe as in the rest of the world
we're in arrest, and in recession
some chiefs are twisting up the nations
for their sensations & for the money
that makes turn this ghetto getting bawdy
the life in the slum is pretty hard
you've gotta starve or gotta get a card
'cause nobody gives a cough about the peeps
and after 10 years we're at the eclipse
since there's crime that never stops
and now all foes are the same of pocs
in my sprawl a 5-0 killed a young moma
and now her baby's in a deep trauma
they say justice but they have no sorrow
'cause justice is just a thing that they borrow
tomorrow I'll wake up and I'll watch the news
as usual people get killed or get bruised
I accuse worldwide that Wopland got wrong
that's why my homies wish to get abroad
the city got no pity for weak whiggers
but police got pity for quick killers
nobody's safe anymore in my old hood
you can be stabbed and robbed for sure
this situations made us stray - wops say
I won't stay here so I get outta here
[Refrain]
Killin', stealin', no remorse
Killin', stealin', no remorse
Killin', stealin', no remorse
Get Outta here from this land coarse
Stare my state it seems the same
medias blame all us as Europe defames
the wops - saying the guilt is yours
countries close doors and close our stores
we're on all fours being spanked hard
but at the douane they say green card
required while wops are tired as hell
they say swim in the sea or go to jail
why we leave You gotta aks Italy
'cause even in my plain reigns misery
history ain't mystery so just read
and ya'll discover nobody got the lead
and instead of rule here foes abuse
vultures from Europe threat us rude
fifteenth sixtheenth seventeenth eighteenth
how many centuries should then I list
before you believe to the words I spoke
all that time we've bein raped by foes
there's no control and things get pall
thus this place is a mexican stall
ready to explode or wreck itself
and break on the floor just like delph
here in wopland there's no work
it takes three jobs to eat raw pork
for then get ill for the carcass ya eat
as markets only sell some trash meat
moreover borders are only a weir
it's hard as hell get outta here
Nixon - was a myth for yankees
he's only a lonely dead man for me
he was ashamed to hate and to do it
just like that hoosier of H. Lewis
I'm proud to be me and I say it loud
fuck the damn man which cares about
race difference since it's a mask
to justify hate brought you by jacks
fuck anybody else that has prejudice
I'll drop a gem on 'em real justice
Nightmare - that's what I am yup
the hate you gave me turns back at'ya
they say america freed the northside
we freed ourselves they did homicide
in More to Rey back during '40s
air force bombed kids all of 'em morti
Sam sent planes led by drunk pilots
instead of nazis they bombed asylums
call them heroes for killing civilians
we fought by ourselves unlike Louisans
and the bronze guidos 'cause they're wack
the King himself turned his blue back
in their badlands they just jerk out
that's why-n Wopland all brains work out
so to all the migrants I must say
don't choose a country that only plays
with the newcomers with tons of cheats
Getting out of there ain't easy see...
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6. |
State Of Emergency
05:17
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Some days I ask myself if my land is right
stay in the pain or be a slave for life
there's a strife in the street against my teens
there's a strife too in the Middle East
at least I'm alive but I've got no hope
'cause I'm a time bomb ready to explode
and fell in his tomb and watch the world
from the top or the bottom but I dunno
I'm condemned from the birth but I'll stand up
I won't cry 'cause I decided to don't stop
so I swap hip-hop with my deadly sins
that were wreckage of a childhood dream
as a teen, I never had occasion to fly
but instead die or a kasm in which glide
so in my short time I have a thing to do:
somethin important for this world blue
that consist at least to put back your mind
but next mankinds push then rewind
to hear the kind of songs I made before
like Track 3 or 4 or any other hardcore
they're bored, but people hear me please
other MCs wouldn't talk you like this
if you think that's piss then skip this beat
'cause I'm gonna repeat about Wopland's sleet
Acting for busisness, all people do this
and the hunger for money made the world in splits
There's no respect, no glory in these money
only business bitches in this bullshit country
where bounty and the Mac kill off your health
of the resident wops that wreck themselves
thanks to presidents that don't care about mercy
and that's the state of emergency!
Outside the club and outside the fun
now son that's the end of the pun
take a look around right up my alley
that's not Cali, that's the crook valley!
Here's a whigger killer with trigger ready
bouncing on the rails tryin' to hit a lady
meanwhile a baby is gonna be sold to a bold
old man but he throws her under a tram
damn - and a shady chef swings a machete
while two beggars are slowly dying on a seetee
I see a pusher that's dealing with children
that kind usher is worst than any villan
nobody even trust his sister or brother
and meanwhile two mates are killing each other
I saw a group of teens with a leader bully
they were fully loaded but they're ugly
a fag in each mouth and veggie-ass clothes
what they'll become? Nobody knows
but I suppose they'll grab the wrong side
full of pride and at last they'll die
wasting all the time for breaking all the rules
only for appeal, but as a bunch of fools
they'll fall in a casket in graveyard
without conserving their last card
so I say to those ones don't try to be real
'cause hits and slashes ain't going to heal
just like the near plight for brain surgery
welcome to your own state of emergency!
In Milan they don't give a damn if you're fine
last time I came by they spied my eyes
only to make sure I was alive to work
if I'm a robot then Bolt is Gnasty Gnorc
What do I say? I'm only the workin bee
inside a hive from which I cannot flee
the wheel of fortune still spins away
along my way I wait until I just stray
so I levitate to my fate inside a whirlpool
stay away or you'll be dragged too
inside I find a world of lies and greed
peeps smokin sess and teens smokin weed
and children that bleed inside the trash cans
now even the life is a thing a mom scraps
get off the trap, now I should explain
the S.O.E's not only in Asia but inside yo brain
crisis ain't only money but crisis of mankind
the crisis consists in a depressed state of mind
wars and desperation left the bad weather
then scums bring the banks and put together
why stop the crash if everyone's a drudge
continue with the crash's the best way to fudge
I'll transmit anim holligan to my peeps
the S.O.E. cannot continue if you really will
stop smoke that weed and start use yo head
and instead of lying stand up and spread
the word that everyone could go on
just don't be a slave of the danger zone
so I hope someday some will have mercy
and pull off my hood from this emergency...
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7. |
Snatchers
05:23
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Start with the intro I've told ya
in wopland I feel a fallen soldier
guns in two temples I seem to be condemned
'cause S.O.E. is something shouldn't be stemmed
by whom? Politics - they don't give a matter
for them the people shouldn't ever shelter
it's sure that the welfare is all their
just like always they won't left that chair
they say ain't easy to be a politician
it's easier for 80C be a black magician
Brown Brown and blings with hocus-pocus
move your ass politics and change ya focus
You say Wopland's good with hi-tech
but all of this mess is gonna be a shipwreck
caused by the beggars that sit in Rome
called Hill but now's the pleasure Dome
Tell me who knows how much there are
Nine hundred of old men richer than da Czar
that spend our pain to pay F-Fives
to draw a raw war that isn't mine...
Don't you know the mess they provoke
those rich porks are only a joke
they stare and care about welfare
and hate all us but love their mares
I used to be a b-boy till my homies got dead
Darn! they only got shred
and instead of growing they fell somehow
I know only they got threated like a HMMM...
No rules, no control, nobody cares about
with no doubt is because all we are flout
by the governement that gives no attention
there's no security, especiall-in the station
every day and every nite there's someone I wanna fight
'cause many lost lives and this is not right
money, weed, and life in the strip clubs
the greed of a militic almost never stops
gas gratis for the limo and coins in the casino
and in the Quirinal they're always wino [drunk]
all the sections of Mount are equal
'cause robbing money with the taxes is legal
while counters die every day on concrete
they count the coins in their slot-machine
we're under pressure so we're starving
Darwin said mankind tries survivin
that's impossible if Canis Canem Edit
and the rest is held by who'se legit
rather than surviving that's a leech-life
you fighted fo your life now you fight fo your wife
is it right? They've messed up Wopland!
It's failin this mess but they won't ever understand
there's fear for killers and fear for the pride
but when there are problems Rome turns on the other side
"Suicides" they say, "aren't so many"
Not enough for them of the vexilla inferni
they live in villas and dress haute mode
while we die in grey sprawl zones...
[Yes, that is the sad truth: during the Eurocrisis in 2011-2012 one of the ministers in charge in Italy publicly said that (literal) "in Italy there [were] not enough suicides". Meanwhile, they were promoting all sorts of conspiracies and worthless panics while European bureaucrats were openly talking publicly on the press on "punish[ing] the Italians".
Not certainly something encouraging to any reasonable elector...]
Snatchers- That's my definition
Ripping off them is my great intuition
'cause the first stage was insanity
that was only the top of my politic profanity
Yes - every pork is almost the same
a stupid in uniform that is playin his game
that consist in snatching every Euro
Rome-Theft-Home you're not a hero
On the left there are crimson thieves
I wanna thrash 'em with mini-greaves
Rome heaves and steals all the money
thanks to the Reds that ain't no sorry
no glory, no remorse, no help at all
and that because they think is a battle
they reject us, lefting us in the misery
nobody worldwide gives a fuck about Italy
Ideally we're the worst place in Europe
just like Albania and you've lost your hope
but Tirana's down 'cause Reds are liars [Reds = Communists]
remember the tanks and the spike wires
they say "equal", but they only steal
then they say the S.O.E. ain't no real!
Now let's focus on the centre of the room
it looks like a boiler room doom
every character down there is a fool
that wear a stinky piece of old whool
and they're old too there's too many
they bring dogs and bitches and fly to Miami
with the rings they took from the people
so shut up centre you're a sucking riddle
That mob is led by a creep tecnician
that evil vamp is a kind of magician
'cause he ganks all the butter from the nation
and puts my hood in a creepy situation
they've got no food or help to share
infact they've put a tax on air!
About the right I thought you knew
they're crooked snatchers too!
Don't be a fool, leave the urns
the bad flags simply change turn!
And this is dedicated to Uncle Fester
and all his bad minions in the Parlament, y'know
rotten people...
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8. |
Kickstarter
05:29
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[REFRAIN]
Matter of a second - a second in the life
life's full of seconds where the matter is strife
Kickstarter!
I take a ride on my bike I see's strife
strikes in the streets strikes on some wives
strikes on the kids too the grow up as mules
'cause they're kins are blown up fools
grewn in mess age where message was hate
the first kind of hype was heroine cocaine
they want to forget they wanted reset
and as backstabbers they forget their cadets
leavin' them on TV watchin dull skits
suckin not milk but a lot of bullshits
leaving us fools droppin us to granma
while all the time they get hype wit Grappa
[refrain]
Now kids are teens and they seem weak
screech as you want but listen to this speech
all alone at home with no mom and dad
I wonder how they'll become women and men
I've become a man just by myself
bein a lame for years till M.G.S.'s on my shelve
and I found out how we strife for whats next
but how could we fight if our life was vexed
Generation - I've got the solution
use your ratio and unleash revolution
omni ratione we should led the natione
as the old generation its full of cojones
[refrain]
Twenty years old and they've got a role model
which is a sucker like Lyl Waine with Rolex
claiming to be thugs which cheat the system
you're already cheated by the state so keep listen
they cut all founds to make you work
under the rule of a rude Meridian Pork
or maybe a Gamura that call us honkies
and to pay us less gets marugas and monkeys
its not they're fault so aks the Viscount
why we now gotta buy at the discount
we got no greens only mess'd up dreams
stop lying - there's no future for the teens
[refrain]
Thirty years old and now almost bold
thanks to the drugs of cigarette smoke
cancer is near and everybody knows quid
but they give a fuck and keep smoke that shit
as the old peeps in Rome are masters of lies
they want you to forget thanks to the vice
but I'm a baller and I say fuck all them
as the lodge in Rome doesn't give a small damn
they keep sell bistreed [Bistro Weed] to get greens
and gives ecstasy to kill the teens
those weasels spread jugs and the brown
but never their chronicles and that's renown
[refrain]
You already know the following line...
I see two mates trying to kill each other
but most of them just think "why bother"
so they call lawyers to mess the last part
and use their sons as their ace cards
kidnap all them for their own gold
so they could use them when they get old
at fourty years old they're still Hyenes
drunk on alcholics and drunk on chill Ceres
they never change they're the same scum
of thirty years before sippin on rhum
fuckin' at random in towns as porks
until the HIV will halve those folks
[refrain]
Fifty years old now the story goes on
and now they start push their own sons
just like my own mom which pushed my nose
she did that shit thanks to her dose
broken for years and get mad psychic
everything was cool then she turned lunatic
she starts to push me she starts to snitch
now I discover years ago she was a bitch
goin' in Old Ebano to fuck a big Pappa
now li'l bitch fear the curse of Parappa
I think one day you'll fall in a flood
I suggest you to check out your own blood
[refrain]
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9. |
Flowin' Waters
05:11
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And the man preferred darkness to light...
Still no changes, tell me what's good
mange's still on and kills all the hood
I'm sure we should make something new
but nothing changes in this world blue
I've told it's true that we're in danger
anger anywhere against any stranger
what's strange if I say we're sold
as cold grey flesh in exchange for gold
in the big slum called Europe
and I still fall down the continental slope
it's not coincidential if our hope is down
taxes everywhere for that is renown
my town, it's called More To Rey
where hustlers are hunters and geese are a prey
Sickness' a shame with idiots that stand
without spending cents like a leech on a gland
I strand in a sea of lies every day
from June to May politicians don't pay
Years pass and thrive all the slaughters
Nobody can stop those flowin waters!
People are evil, you know the truth
people made violent my entire youth
Good and Evil now got the same tone
As now parents kill their own sons
I passed ten years in all this mess
Almost I survived put I paid a big paying
And yes, lying in shadow's very bad
especially when trapped that's very sad...
You watch Colorado, and laugh for what?
only to forget the sick staph you got!
Other guys, other methods, there's also dime
that gives my mommy a quick branch line
not a punchline... That's a real fact
some want to forget and then get crack
it's a suicide pact start-stopping preach[ing]
'cause freedom of speech is the target I reach
so I teach now what the heck is the slum
it's a big bum where you get hit like a drum
they wanna me silent 'cause things get hotter's
but it's loud the zing of the flowing waters...
I'm gonna out and I reach the block
but arrived there I realize I'm stuck
wherever I go my problems don't leave me
misery lies other one's vice believe me!
It seems I'm cursed by my own fate
peeps keep backstab me and keep predate!
They use me - and use you too
broken drug moms and pas hurt you
and the society which says its okay
but we've been trapped since the birthday!
I can't stay but I can't leave either
despite being fat now I'm bones and lether
I want to express and evade wit music
but all those suckers say "You delude me"...
Girls elude me saying I'm too this
I'm too that too fat too cheap!
See, they say that as they want greens
they use me and exploit all teens!
It's 2050 I see the same rampages
waters are still flowing and nothing changes!
I make a great tape but idiots say rape
rap's a bad shape and I'm subject of hate
my inmates don't wish to hear any rhyme
they consider me slime 'cause I accuse worldwide
so I climb all the path of my life
but I'm already over and you know why
that's 'cause all the jerks wish to stop me
the bad swish is saying "I'd rather your body"
so return sniff poppy and leave me alone!
I'm a single wop against a whole world
where the crowd's hungry for something wicked
a wannabe's gifted but my minds ain't permitted
'cause people realize being the same is the best
confused in the mass 'cause "to think" is a heft...
On the other hand I've gotta be a nought
because if I don't then I'll be shot
by my mom, father, sister, hairdresser...
My adress is hiding from a hail weather
and lots of raindrops on my window as always
I don't know where I'm going but waters are still flowing...
And that's how the story goes on... [Repeat obsessively until screaming]
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10. |
Potions
07:31
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Here it comes...
Yep, and this is a story about poisons,
there are many kind of potions in the world...
Yellow green, blue and red
same old things same old scent
potions for the greens potions for the hair
potions for the teen and potions for the ass
yes there's a poison goin' on...
Chucky Dee said that months ago
but between these liquors one special hides
store me a scent, I'm specialized...
[IDIOTIC MOCKERY REFRAIN]
Here's the first one which curses and stuns
Policy seeds teens like it ain't none
all the green bills strife to an end
which is their hands and not your bed
this silly band sends no help at all
'cause it's just a joke they play beach ball
crisis eats lust nope slays middle class
yes injuries kill the people mass
see it buries we until we starve
they send no tokens but bill mails to carve
playin' rents as broken chills my frustration
and teaches their greed to all the nation
all bitches on the seats and no real leaders
leavin us alone as they love their leather
believe Eight or none is not my affair
the lair of the beast is only unfair
so I care about beatin' their ugly ass
gimme a beat they flee like wrass...
Inve screams okay Eighty stop the motion
Here's the first one green terse potion
The second one is about the trends
damn crest hair & Mercedes Benze
"A lass gets men only if they're rich
now most of them are like a leech"
Now post "goddamn" while the web booms
all those dopes see in super bloom
'cause abuse dopes teens not only weed
see girls and boys stick on telescreen
keep whirling and toying without a clue
they just keep do what the others do
Weird lust indeed, it's just hollow...
Simply one goes and the other ones follow.
Skimpy stunned boys and lasses I see
they watch only screens I can't believe
how much lonely teens believe the hype
they conceive none and believe in tripe!
"Try retrieve some of your imagination
without thoughts there's abomination"
Which potion I fought, which one I rant?
The yellow one without a scent!
Yellow green, blue and red
same old things same old scent
potions for the greens potions for the hair
potions for the teen and potions for the ass
yes there's a poison goin' on...
Chucky Dee said that months ago
but between these liquors one special hides
store me a scent, I'm specialized...
The cool scholars drink this one
as they think it gives great fun
indeed it brings some but tends to fade
I'm talkin 'bout chug and hand grenades
No jokin about jugs they make you mad
yep jaggin' ain't wise it's super bad!
Pre-parties quickly rise behind a bar
glug glug glug, they're superstars!
What do you do when you're about to faint!?
They drink even more without complaint
brain sinks dreaming or blacks out quickly
"please call an ambulance do it swiftly"!
These sprawl accidents are very common
but they keep crunk and drink blossom
Don't you see junk think and search
there's a jug store beside any church
to keep us poor in brain and blues
they don't teach in schools they just pew
is a bitch this ampoule with strong scent
the blue color beker seems innocent...
The last bad one is the least known
this drink turns beings in beast clones
rethink it burns limbs from the inside
some made suicide despite their pride
some trade you hide I spite this fact
what you call "love" is infact inexact
twats or mallets sex acts ain't love
so passion or what you think is a sort of
obsession which shuts and sinks brain
it's just a free drug to hide some pain
teens in lust see no lies at all
they don't realize they're disguised balls
those moans arise from advertising true
that's why all boys come to dirty tubes!
Materialized as toys, poor girls, gee!
Not only leeches, but good ones, thee...
I'm lonely indeed 'cause I'm pretty neutral
resist the tempations is indeed useful
at least calculations and brakes can save
the fast red potion makes ill bad chafes...
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11. |
U Don't Stop
06:38
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It's 10 A.m. it's a rainy day
and I found myself in a zany way
hey I'm wet so I get insi da bar
it looks real tasty from so so far
on the b.ground there's loka & wakka
and a pounds of lady with some focaccia
She smiles at me it's 4-3-7
pizza ain't cheap or for free sellin'
I'm tired of coins so I giv' her a grey
I gotta go I just couldn't stay
but she's admired and tells me a story
it's a dale's tale about a hoary
which wished ascend but he got stuck
and at the end he ran out of luck
but he kept goin going - going and go
and somehow he ran the whole world
and so so so for twenty minutes
tv switches from shaki in peanuts
I'm unlucky she says so stay with me
I woke up - darn, it's a dream!
But that steam just could be true
is true the place is true the rue
and now is true in this hip-hop
so drop this, pop, and you don't stop...
[IDIOTIC MOCKERY REFRAIN]
And this dream just makes me think
if I could eat why I can't be
myself - and reach my goals
stroll on the notes I know my role
I'm an artist there's li'l to do
I don't wanna be a chartist or another fool
I move for sure I don't give up
I fight with rhymes I fight wit hip hop
that's why I don't stop I run run run
sometimes I'm hard sometimes I have fun
but in any case I follow my map
with the X placed on self made man
tell me what tell me what tell me what you want
I don't really care if I'm a debutant
'cause against all odds I'm still there
I'm just myself not a millionaire
I ain't big I ain't rich I say the truth
I just represent the '10s youth
which has its own road to take
I'm sorry for the quake I won't forsake
livin in the '10s ain't easy see
from boulevards flee a lot of teens
it's hard don't slop in the world's flop
but keep it up you just won't stop
'cause
Even if there are traps on my way
I'll keep play rap and not play brays
I've got to say many got really ill
drilled shrilly by a greens of will
will of greens it's an inversion
like the U-turn of their road's direction
obsessions craze and all the rest
yes many lost the head at their best
I'll pursue my goal nothing more
it's not a race there's no score
in my case I don't care bein an ace
but leave my trace you can stare
wait - I didn't miss my line
this is a rhyme slide of mine
mic closetheline you won't expect
I've got the guts to swap style
as in my rhymes I prefer be direct
correct I create rap tile by tile
that's why I said why demonstrate
I'd rather be myself and innovate
that's right mate that's my goal
keep fresh my rap in a time boll
and leave my trace inside hiphop
I hear this rhytm and I don't stop
So please teen try to be a type B
what you have to do is find the right key
see ain't simple but try have faith
faith in yourself faith in the Eight
as what you don't want doesn't arrive
so next time you may try to thrive
thanks to real goals the clearer
so don't deal with smoke and mirrors
learn from your errors and get sly
don't burn yourself and try to be spry
you'll have to ply as none's easy
believe me if it's easy is cheasy
so for you here's an old cool cue
Beware of what's too good to be true
you'll receive offers of any kind
refuse all them if there's some behind
so when that girl said stopped with me
I realized I can't live inside my dreams
dreams live in me and not viceversa
and I accomplish them with my own cetra
the music - remember I'm makin' Waves
and a few motivation is what it takes
so when you'll put this hip-hop
you'll hear this rhytm and you won't stop...
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12. |
World's In Flame
05:00
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Now the sun's down and the sky's brown
around the ghost town a long run begins
none nous I have to describe this pit
it's a valley of death yep this is it!
Mountains surround me forming a ring
same color of sand of Alice Springs
You'll see Foxhound me above this zone
don't frown darn so change that tone
because doing that is a sign of the malice
I don't fly high but low like Dedalus
flying too high is a sign of ignorance
if you fall you'll die just like Icarus
the wax melts for the heat of the sun
be neat don't fly down it won't be fun
re-check the first line so calculate
neither high nor close-by just regulate
equity and truth too lies in between
your flight is hard so keep bein' keen
mine is right and it's about to end
all I had to do today was just wend
I just get around but never elope
every day of my life until I explode
got the trope understood who I was
here's a small hint never come close to me or
[NAIVE REFRAIN]
World's In Flame
is really a shame this
World In Flame
you cannot bail from a
World's In Flame
is really a shame this
World In Flame
you cannot bail if
world's In Flame
It's really a shame...
It's a real shame...
So what I saw from above the sky?
only oxen's bones and the men's lies
not cutie pies only nude thights
both hims and hers without bein shy
like demigods deminudes no rules
abusing cliches of the mode as fools
This queerer land's a naughty stage
here mirrors this silly haughty age
where idiots get paid Lemmons get eaten
children are ill and women get beaten
fool men don't listen to S.O.E.
only pitbull and shit air on the TV
It's 2014 soccer's for bank bills,
man, have you sawn the rest of Brazil?
That's how this blue world will end
hunger games divergent that trend
emergency states no surgery for hobos
in short "no habrá curas para todos"
in my long run I saw only wars
forget C.O.D. and imagine a corpse
yours mine everybody is the same
when is too much world goes in flame...
Man only cares about its success
but never teams up to fight AIDS
2 to tenthousands is the real score
but if we'll win there won't be war
no illness no hunger that's the real key
and not the shit of U.S.A. and U.E.
they spit and claim we gotta help
but why do they stare and we've gotta yelp?
Yes in every land there are poors
but why do their leaders chill out in pools?
Their only tactic is spreading the dread
instead I suggest you became the head!
You've gotta arise and keep being strong
rock the gold world in which we don't belong
Stop the violence, it only parches
so fight the power with salt marches!
Suckers criticize me but it's a lie
and when they'll stop S.O.E. you'll know why
fight for your rights and for who opposes
words of gore is what I'll throw!
Now the sun's down and the sky's black
don't worry homies 80C will be back
suckers will run when I'll say Ciao
with a can in their mouth do you like me now!?
I said stop the violence not the defense
hence rich suckers don't try to offense
treat me like a friend and not like Osama
so I'll say the same phrase of syur Obama
"oh yes we can" but only all toghether
with a right clime and not a stormy weather
without backstabbing your own neighbor
I'll drop the can if you drop your saber
and stop being a sucker and join the plan
on the other hand we're in the same clan
step by step you could solve every mess
hence stopping the evil will be a success
It will take time it's a very long line
that's why I've wrote this song of mine
with these last rhymes I leave this hope
stronger than fear so don't be mope
'cause if you'll fail it will be a shame
you cannot bail from a world in flame...
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