[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Gemitaiz]
It's Gemitaiz, I still answer you, what do you want?
I still have got some poison for you
Aim to the skyscrapers, like Bad Boy
Flow Makaveli, I score the match point
My flow is a torture for you
You can bring whoever you want, it won't last anyway
White on the outside and black on the inside, like Honduras
We won't stop until we crash with the tour bus
When I step on the beat they all stare at me
They can't do it as good as me, so they shout "Scandal!"
On slow beats I am a vandal
You remember: I am a Jordan, you're just a sandal
With two ects, I look like E.T
High on mushrooms, if you let me
I put padlocks on my verses
If you just quit, you'd make us happy

Check it, check it, bro, let me try
I spit twenty verses with my particular flow
So that, if you listen to them, I can make you fly
Pump these up, go out, and leave the others, mate
I put the ball in the hole
I've got number 9, like Batistuta
My people talk about shit, 'cause they've been through it
That's why when they hear you my bros spit at you
I increase the power source, the power supply catches fire
To whoever makes up some fake stories, I spit at them in slow motion
Every six words I get you addicted to me, like metadone
Half a man, half a clone, I have a great night
Under the sign of the dragon, every evening I write new bars
That would take you so long to write them that the planet would die
Bro, they made me senator of this shit
Bro, they made me emperor of this shit!
When I fuck, it seems like we're on another planet
And I don't even make so much with that
I send them all home until I scratch the bottom
Flow killer, drug dealer
Do not think they finished, I've got a thousand
No cars, no villas
Do you think I signed for Skrillex?
We are Tanta Roba (Tanta Roba!)
The triangle, a.k.a. the other artists cry (sorry!)
Dani, do you know how many albums are left?
'Cause I want to take a boat
With three grams into my shoe
I'm with my bros that smoke one at sunrise
I don't like the hood, 'cause I come from there (ciao!)

[Verse 2: MadMan]
The techniques you're looking for? Bye
If I make a verse on the boom-cha, it's like a crime
You feel envy, 'cause I'm dope
Even if I get the pronunciation wrong
M is a Mauser shot, you're just a taser
How many crappy bars you write
I suggest you to take some breaks, you complain on every song
It looks like you have the Münchausen syndrome
I spit the bars that you're looking for, I archive them
You sound like crap both when you rap in a studio or live
I come back if you shoot me, I'm vengeful
Living Dead, Mad the vampire
He comes back from death, from Charon
He rises from the catacombs, he climbs a mountain
Your bro runs away, locks the doors
Because he knows that my flow is a Colt and it breaks walls
I push it so much that I double the speed of sound
I smoke opium and I close my eyes, Hiroshima
I dig graves like Mount Etna, I go up on the top
I throw bombs like in Vietnam, Indo-china
Work your way up, dummy, do some internship
They're all imitating us, just like China
We're gonna eat you like M&Ms
M and Gem look like Rei and Ken Shiro, you look like Shiro and Mila
No, I won't quit, otherwise they're gonna say I do not want it
They look like that girl who doesn't say that she's a slut
And then she swallows my balls like some ravioli, 'cause she says "Yes" like to Valsoia
When she swallows them while I'm driving I put the second gear
She follows my lead, my dick is looking like a sequoia
While I'm drinking cognac, fuck, I'm embarassed, I've been driving on this roundabout for like half an hour
Each bar looks like one of Putin's ballistic missiles
I've got a physical quantum style, you're shutting down
I've seen some sacrifices to imitate me, even if that's impossible
I can rap for another twenty minutes
Metrically autistic, avant-garde
I went to a science high school, not to an art one
I'm with Labadini, I inflate Napapijiri
Davide is in the other room, rolling some papyrus
(Are we lighting it? Ok, ok, we're lighting it)
Smoke in the room
We stare the ganja and we get paralyzed
Pretty bad face, we break the beat into pieces, look who we are
I don't look at the prices, bro, we just buy
Another four pieces of Pakistani smoke
Our eyes turn on the other side
It is self-evident that we're gonna hit you
I'm hyped as hell, look at me, I'm burning my papillae
I don't esitate on the beat, serial killer
I want to demolish, what do I have to tell you?
I just wanna die in the Antilles
I don't wanna be satisfied by little
I rap just like a blade, to stab you
Every bar is my lady to contemplate
I have to start Ramadan tomorrow, I've got too many problems
I even have the police ready to break inside