Sono cazzi miei [English translation]

Emis Killa! The most criticized!

I wrote you a letter

So you'll learn how to mind your goddamn business, yeah!

I receive one hundred e-mails a day as soon as I connect to the Wi-Fi

''Hi, tell me how are you?''

''Wow, tell me how do you do it?''

Dogs that bark uau, bitches that cry, cry cry

''Killa answer me back please''

I don't want dramas

With my arm outside my Punto's window while I play loud the Hi-Fi

Get out of my way, you rap and you don't play live

Nobody gives a fuck about you, no girl wants to sleep with you,

Bro, it looks like you have AIDS

When I buy my smoke and I'll gift you my CD

If you don't like it then go fuck yourself and don't stress me

Everybody wants something, everybody who?

All the ones that If you are number one

Have an excuse to call you

And I know that if everything stops

Even your best friend will disappear

Like a coward amongst the cops

You would want me to be more American

Less Italian, but in this I see more stripes

than stars I don't know what to tell you

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Everybody wants to know what I do and how I roll

They want to rap and know who it's done

I say ''don't ask questions and put it on play

what I do and how I do it it's my goddamn business!''

Bro, kids ask me absurd questions

''Killa, do you know him?'' ''Where do you buy your caps?''

''Can you give me your MSN?'' ''Why am I not a b-boy?''

''Is it true that you still do drugs?'' Oh, why don't you mind your own goddamn business!

Emis Ki-Ki-Killa and fuck off the busybodies

Always in my goddamn way

Like pigeons, faggots

You want more 90s sound, what the fuck is that?

You are born in '91 and you want to explain it to me?

This rap is lit, your rap is shit,

People who listen to yours cut their ears like Van Gogh

And you rap? No! You do breakdance? No!

You do the DJ? No! You do Raggae? No!

Bro, with what nerve you are talking to me about Hip-Hop

Too many critics, too many critics without sense

Talked and not thought about, thought and not talked

When you meet me in the streets and the thing you don't want to happen happens

You minded to much of my business and now they are only your business.

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Everybody wants to know what I do and how I roll

They want to rap and know who it's done

I say ''don't ask questions and put it on play

what I do and how I do it it's my goddamn business!''