Going to top ten
is like going to moon like Tin Tin
look at Italians, bang bang
they look like Ken Shiro with the Mac-10
They shoot so many ones (stupid things), Far West
Hot girls drool, Pap test
In reality you're late like the fans
who dress WESC today instead of doing it in 2006
I do it quickly, don't lend money
I don't sleep with anyone, so put your clothes back on
Mankind has no goal, pressed against the slide (of microscope)
And God on the other side of the microscope
Alone with myself, it's a horror movie
Only who comes from the South can say "Terrone" *
Only when you have a child you'll understand parents
You'll appreciate life only when you die
Chorus: anyone is better than me, everyone thinks so
but nobody says so (no!), nobody says so (no!)
Anyway, people is happy only when they gain a lot
But nobody says so (no!), nobody says so (no!)
I don't know what to do
In reality I shouldn't even be here rapping
Then rapping, I know, they know it, it's ridiculous
Like Celentano imitating the Beatles
But he could do it, as I do
it's enough to talk about something to make it exist, take a look at Shiva
God, Buddha, the soul, Allah, the Otherworld there
People hating other people, like the thief hates the cop
I never say where I am, I'm never where I say to be
In my mind as the poet I have a 6 repeated endlessly
Who smiles, speaks and uses you has cramps in the stomach
Like who steps on your foot but doesn't say sorry and walks by
Santa Claus, look, a flying saucer
so many voices in my head that it seems like a restaurant
There's faith involved, if you lose it it's a big mess
Like a crime seen through the eyes of the murderer
Shyness that breaks me
With the fast car I break the windshield
Rough stuff, shit, beauty
Masks like February in Venice
I let it all out everything that's inside me
Like a night (club) closing downtown
Twenty people understand me
The other ones dance like sunglasses, slow
Chorus