***LYRICS*** Welcome to Wopland, the Land of lies Where life & money are a sacrifice Lets take a ride in da streets of Milan With a dope glide that pumps this Jam here are my teens fun no alcoholics They wish to listen my spoken chronicles so lets show now a panorama thats no fancy it ain't futurama along these streets there are many people is full of cars going to the lidl forest pimps every day always complain about the silly pain inside their brain but they always have the money for bitches and thus they're liar, they're between riches next you see them covered with gold on pokeritaly tv with money tons vips try avoid dealers behind the ATM poor people instead are looking for them to buy close by a lil dose of snow but their overdose is in overflow there are too many teens addicted in cities and too many MCs with predicted ditties but between 'em you see this wop guy Who's that kid that spits this tonite? don't push me in front of the disco door 'cause I don't sing for dancing or chloroform since mine's the reform of this lost shore is this spaghetti pop - NO, that's 80 Rap tracks are the game I play & I mix my rhymes as I want delay I hear same guys and same words, the jam in wopland has the same plots but when I pic the mic and start to speak the show reaches his peak so let me cheek chicken, you, whats up, keep listen, your gold blings don't glisten so please, thats the exit u need 'cause I can smell from here your mead I recognize: He's my ol friend Doe He was my homie but he's no more no more, since he acted like a hoe & now he's a beggar that needs a tow Shut up kid - he said to me you get rid of me & then u flee? Shut up beggar I answer then you have no sense - I don't give a damn you failed as man, you failed as brother u better get your chips before dies your motha I don't give a kuff about what ya think perhaps your bullshish makes me pretty sick so why, U got that bad tone? Sucker, don't even say I speak alone you better ask prozac from your drug-dealer 'cause round here u're the only self-speaker my message is clear, don't stay near lend me an ear so get outta here and if you ask why I am so implish and naughty I just laugh -- 'cause That's 80, foolish bawdy That's 80, I'm the one and only the others are fake and u know me you cannot hold me, I'm free as wind plus I'm about to be the number 1 limb sharks wanna bite me stupid, u can't hide me at least in the east I'm the mark of the beast and I'm yeast for the bread ov northside that today needs a very long stride it's like counter strike - where's the bomb? guys search the font but finds their tomb in the sprawls or maybe inside a cage where u cannot eat for at least one age just like in your house 'cause you have no money politicians don't care as they're no sorry oh hell situation in financy smells hazy so jacks sell crack makin us wops crazy now its easier die than live in wopland don't stay alone, so join a brand that'z a bad trend if u don't trust your mates 'cause you ain't a friend, but dust of Pyongyang ye - and we don't stop or steal even in my worst song i still keep it real We've got no gratitude attitude attribute in fact wops are treated like a prostitute by the governement of Eu and Italy toghether by the wops led by the bigotry they still think everything is glowing but they won't ever understand how waters are flowing so guys, that was no a crazy fancy that was a taste of the state of emergency explained by - that white like slaty try to enjoy the show by 80C.

***LYRICS*** Well right now Im goin down underground and nobody can stop me! and even if some wants to bray about my sound I still astound em with my rappin this is speech's freedom not a showcase of gold and femdom which is appreciated by a mass of urban rams domesticated by cliches champagne n comercials the target of this songs reversal so now music seems so elitary that many substain is not for everybody you killd rythm with your robot moans that's why you use tune while I dont thanks to loansharkers and their marts that reduce music to food for charts but I throw darts back at them as weed or fame is the only thing they smell they sell their music say I should like bodies are sold by prostitutes they're even worse as they stutter we have to support those one hit wonders that's why I denote I'm not goin sell vevo or blue note I'm goin underground On the surface 4 faces reign atop a blank table they judge music we used to value an entire carrer not 45 seconds of pure bullshish as they worship views nor talent talent shows are poisons all galant so I burnt the TV and the inspectors people don't believe the best is on xfactor money as vectors hysterics as fans hypotetical champs from the trash cans with shish parades adieu soul kitchen we've been invaded by minkya children that seem spied out from the Dekemeron who the heck is this Justin bieberon? or the other five fools dressed as tramps time to wreck them - what about that? X-Factor ain't music - Vevo too MTV neither now you think shoot I'll spoil the truth loud as a spank they wanna turn music into a borguoise thang diminishin the kedets to the grade of hiker that's why there wont be another charlie Parker real champs invent dont cover sound so spoke Foxhound I'm goin underground Listen now how I make my chromes I eneter in my room and bring my tome I kick the door now it is closed and then I change the daily clothes to put on the kingly suits which suits the study of what's coote I lean bufan my lehne I enter the lairs of the ancient men and then they receive mic Hie tell me Welcome 80C thou art indeed great I fed hira Nous until I'm sate then I sleep I see some dreams tons of new rhymes and many schemes I mix knowledge wit my flow my register could be either hi or low my twisters could include rants toward who emphatises only cream and benz as they have no sense so this is it that's why I made the LP S.O.E. I represent the sprawl where young men gotta survive somehow and I make the difference since I've learnt some then I beat ignorance I take interest in the underground as it's the place from where comes the sound I come from the underground too mortifer Milan2 I'm goin underground...

***LYRICS*** Show business - what's this click maybe another way to try to trick the system which sinks - water from all the holes you know but I bother there'a lotta artist tryin to rappin poppin on the radio like in the grass the poppies but think how much ratio you measure Zero - that's the bad issue they say only same words and schemes guns girls drug money same themes "you gotta lotta guts to rob the block pass me a glock F.U. where r the cops" the thug like persona is - abused every unit in Italy only chooses a dream that for thee seems a mecca most of us instead acn't afford a decca and those Judas-alike wops betray us like that kissing the left ear then stabbin' up our leg true - now it's time to break the fence it's wops promotin wops ignorance stress disorder pejotes stereotypes that's what the hiphop panorama likes simple it's forcing you to havin fake idols in my opinion those minions are dumb idiots that pursue pyrithe aka the fools gold but that's another story that I already told instead I'm goin showin another angle peep the camera aginst these assholes it's full it's so full you see a sea and you can't distinguish who'se in there the industry hates people with a clue instead here jubilees the rapper roo The Plough indicates our place Northside It's a suicide think it's the best side where hide worldwide wopland got a bad reputation it's a nation of lies pensiosn and prostration to work, to duty, to pricks & ideas and all the wops now entertrain fleas or better fleas instead entertrain us mentioning pointless shit at random if I had a radome I would localize all those suckers idolizing mayonnaise what's my result? no less than two thousands of wacky asses with comercial trousands so you see arousin new wops like that boys are skinny while girls are fat as I said that's a counterdiction this ain't a flat phrase since ain't no fiction the resurrection may be granted but who tries to help finishes on crosses beaten skinned whipped peeped and if not they become harshly addicted as you hear everythang's corrupt right here cause nobody wants to turn the gears all ears on the stereo and moral inertia wops are a joke from here to Dalmatia but there's a plan that explains all listen closely this ain't a ball I won't bleat, instead I throw the accuse music is abuse of the governement for its own use I remember the days of GW as a dream in the disc of MGS shown as the bad team now's renown - by every crazy mind this seems complotism but theres some behind indeed - otherwise how explain that in this plain is rammed who goes against the grain we live in misery and that'z not enuff that's a snuff movie that lies in the bluff Mice in da house and Mice on their seats President's Mikey Mouse that bites all the meat President Evil, the serve of the devil unlike your footmen I don't like Hegel so stop say shit and start help the people stop give da money to Jon Doe Teeple the idol of a radio that we don't like it's simply static noise while ridin on a bike Christ on a glide - peep so far most buy bikes cuz they can't afford a car and then the sellouts say smoke leaves for what to forget your chieves are thieves see - the industry is Rome's property that's why nobody can sing properly infact this track got rejected you know you cannot find this on a bullshit store so store this in your PC or any device and when you have doubts hear my advise the hiphop will turn in the age of blue thanks to the hypocrites the rappers roo-kies...

***LYRICS*** Get up at dawn downside Wopland the land where no alive wop pretends to end his tasks as they're lazy and pall workers are known as lazarons cuz unlike Lazarus they're negligent it takes three jesuses to resurrect their will to work to recompose and this is how the story goes on Still Wopland I said that at Lammas every day at five o clock and in pajamas I wish to wake up in Bahamas but nope the hit's harder than a no scope blow go go go half an hour of deadline to reach the station and run 50 miles in the meanwhile I wisper stop da train at the doorstep dad stops me and says Rascal remember to buy thy a ticket how's your account how weighs your pocket Dre here's this from the socket if it's too much then do the tricket they store what's needed smart bugs don't spend em for girls or drugs birds like time flies time to run I'm in a hurry and I have to shun what my dad said since I'm grown up enuff to decide but I was wrong about it now back to the past I own it was so cold that the haze prongs the troath the legs the chest the cheeks it's five past six... oh sheesh! Stop that train station slow down! now most of wops have to kowtow to their crazy staff and times I run through the park... chimes start ringin I hear the brake's jolt I have to speed up like Usain Bolt louder than a colt a voice booms announcing the train to Milan right now is departing from binary 1 here's a small sample of how it looks Why don't we stop that silly train from moving on!? but if we'll stop the rails whose gonna take us to home? oh no! here comes Naples with his chains! Stop the train! - so we can ride it by ourselves! geez... against all odds I'm aboard I peep around vendors and escorts and a few scolars too with mtn dew sacks of doritas fool nerds and noobs stick on shootin bots till late night burnin their synapses for trite hype ill of i-phones from Bozen to Ischia we have some exemplars of childernminkya observe how their nerdosity shows up with the animosity of their recycled hip hop smell their bad taste of myrrh why they stare me they must be voyeurs sygneurs... I'm not a deacon only because my hairs ain't Mohican I laugh at their wearing they dabbled in being endearing but they're rabble 3 boys ran in screaming like thunders get out! there are the conductors As a C factor I had my pass already stamped but the distress was spreading around the train car here is him he says time to disbar! he reached the swag wops and he saw their cold sweat drip down oow he said you wops clandestine! get out or I'll tear your intestine! at the next stop the group swerved awful but that's what they deserved then Ticketman reached my seat I saw his trollface made of crete he's dull with his own sashay he said huh where's the cachet? he screamed like a king that lost his tier 10 seconds later oh it's here then he checked the two vucumprà without any ticket he said altolà so you two spines are stowaways look at my nine okay just defray check out your wife okay it's gratis you're strangers that's your status whaaat? only wops are ill-treated while two mobile shops are even greeted?? No no, That's unbelievable... Why don't we stop that silly train from moving on!? but if we'll stop the rails whose gonna take us to home? oh no! here comes Naples with his chains! Stop the train! - so we can ride it by ourselves! TreNorth Trenorth on the railroad who'se the worst train of them all yours of course without a doubt on every seat a green chewin gum yes the same green of its uniform who strikes even without a storm we the trekkers support your snores even if we have to do unneded sport at every port I buy the ticket unlike jumpaways with bags of sneakers for paying ours but you spit on me so I wont stop the train I'll burn your logo call me a loco like we were in Burbank but you still have to pay me an insurance worth hundreds bucks of your aligned dames so at lest respect who keeps alive your trains otherwise I'm going to... Stop The Train! Why don't we stop that silly train from moving on!? but if we'll stop the rails whose gonna take us to home? oh no! here comes Naples with his chains! Stop the train! - so we can ride it by ourselves!

***LYRICS*** Since the first moment I started breath I ran from death as soon as I fell the curse was floatin' like a rollin' token above my throat trying choke what's spoken ill in this conditions since the fasces if only I knew life would be harder 20 years later in the fasces country of the fascist regime in Italy the bounty started snob all those ponces between the lEEmes emphatizing dope doses 'till wops bleed indeed what we built has been tossed in sand but here I am I didn't bear in vain I stand for the men that understands that without order are dying the plains no matter the skin see Im mixed too while wopper than me are Toonzatoonz takin barbitube disregardin themselves giving italy in the hand of the silk way in the hand of culture handicapped crooks that bite till the roots but dont plant fruit and they insult us - in any sense yes mainly by ministers a sisters with fat sssss heh- if you come here youre welcome but if you hurts us go in the death drome even who comes from abroad complaints about the behaviour of the farfalleis that do none so hear me Auntie Bong stop talk dish don't make me wrong wops turn in wannabe ne-you know baseball hats, rasta fags, snowblows tell me who knows what happened there its full of motherfuckers with greasy hair livin Majin Boos with the need of speed spitting on the street and smokin' weed paying enemies they think its cool at least until their lungs are soft like whool slim as hunger but eating Balocco discussing the vacation shall be Sharm or Morocco fools! you ain't no poor fools! here's the cure eat the TV tubes and your cellphonies 'cause that technology turn you in cojones I'm sorry for the explicit register still cleaner than what says a minister back on track teens are in agony cause of death is abundance of benefit never felt what I lived never felt what I did and you act like a gangsta stop talkin dish you better bring back your ego to discover you're not a hero wonder why the senate is afraid of my songs I explain soon meanwhile don't make me wrong One day politics made up a contest amidst Milan the rape Rap Cup I protest they wanted me to play kuff you Umbé I won't act like an Hailé Selassié sellin wopland to ceausescu and kit kat makin lil wops chew their green khat so let those wop transvestite brag they're our ruin all crap rap "fags" You tuna pasta I wont be hesitant shut your mouth and don't swag the resident See, the ministers want us like so ignorant wops nonedoing and dope boheme suckers anal retentive slugs thanks to you we're ruled by thugs the plugs of crap rap are a fuel of oblium brought too you by whose cruel smilin at Bruxelles sellin out Ciani at the same time at bed with Gheddafi fortunately's dead next time is you remember JFK you might be shoot not by me but I guarantee one day there will be frustrated wops at maim neither your drugs can calm the crisis neither your guns can calm the crisis neither your guards can kill freedom Wopland's a republic no more a kingdom cooperate or get the kuff outta gong I'm 80C Don't make Me wrong!

***LYRICS*** I wonder if one day i should have kids why dump new kins in a world of crysis since every glimpse leads to silly sins it's useless condemn some newcomin twins since dads or moms only backstabs ya nobody's gonna save us there' no messaya why y'all would believe the routine of build hearth and home and make a family that's shit now hear a small example the simple stereotype of family as stable it's only money druggin' bricks lies if you would bear kids instead think twice and look outside see this generation it's full of douchebags without some ratio smokin fags the dog tags lie on tiles materialized mind for both gals n guys remember people about a scene of chess where the death said most people don't care of their own life of their own death because they grew up like that Let's explore more the page of this list just to let you know I'm not a moralist neither materialist I just try to analize why the society seems weak in these years it seems to me benefit turns the gears instead it burns peeps inside their vice as they're magnetized by trends or whatever runnin all the globe just like a kind of fever now or never let's talk about the problem I'll hit it straightly without any slalom Parents effectively don't give a shit of how much is spend by their crazy teens they tend to lend them upon a comò it means chest of drawers misplaced so you see those teens stick to Nintindo or in some cases snortin on the indo girls instead keep dream on books thinkin' the reality is how it looks and in the first world those grow fat Huh - because they grew up like that Now let's explore the bored ones the parents that care only about fun and bullcrap - and business they critic but don't listen those drunk idiots are full of opinions but those come from hordes of minions grew up in war and died on Atlas handlin' their kids like troups of the axis in short a bounch of derelict men who believe in crap and benedict psalms they grew up theirs by instill fear by bringin a can and beatin their rear what they learnt none so i believe at the first occasion they squeezed the meninges to find some escape and to don't have a barrel to scrape they made sure the gain wouldn't be scant instead they became greedy and ignorant they believe they know more regardless o' that - because they grew up like that Stare my coetaneous livin' in lustrous starin stereotypes like those were luscious instead i stare my photos of me bleeding bad because I grew up like that trapped by a woman schizofrenic in mind injectin' me poisons of many kind it's called Syndrome - of Baron Munchausen caused mainly by the abuse of a parent thanks to her spite she started scream during the nights of the university sleepwalkin alone and staring my bed praiyng in silence one day I'd be dead now tell me what the fuck you were thinkin that I am a sucker that prefers shrinkin without half terms I say the truth the guilt is yours if it's fuck'd up the youth with no role models kids dislike parents and follow maggots that incite violence I'm no more mr nice guy TRUE yep - because I grew up like that

***LYRICS*** I'm kickin' on the mic like sheila kickin hits spitin' all woplands and rome's slidin skits always blamin' teens sayin' we're choosy said the M.O.B. sniffin poppy like a floozy she tries to do me but for me is splendid sayin' her two teens are already recommended wearin gucci suits wearin leather boots they ain't choosy too 'cause they spend our loot so whatcha gonna tell whatcha gonna sell that only we the teens have to work as hell tell me if it's easy have a cheap job while all the jobs are already owned by ROMs almost i tilt cause I have no cream Rome Ladron causes only broken dreams see it buries we until we starve sendin' no tokens but bill mails to carve Is this the world we made Nah man... this is how the world became Spittin at will without a cause taxin at will wihtout a pause killin at will by sell in bars tobacco or recruitin gang stars from north Mt.Lecco move your ass and see by yourself how lasses get threated in the street well there's no control and things get pall that 'cause your jackals tell only balls coast to coast all we're unhappy 'cause the porks in rome are only gafflin' turks and ROMs kill with no problems as they're sealed by Rome dat solv'em day by day we lost a mate now tell me is this the world we made Is this the world we made Nah man... this is how the world became What's our future useless question lie in restlessness in this recession doin' hard works for porks for sure requirin' hard lungs like Randy Couture but I'm ill and for smart jobs is panic as manic ain't open for wops or hispanics worldwide lies tell to read the signs they say science pays but I'm outta time as dime pieces don't give a damn they live in shemp their help is sham it's a shame how our Wopland is led is led by old men throwin us their crap limos limos limos limos don't get surprised to see anotha riot as the idiots are drunk with wine then air worldwide so they appear as slime and we're slime too with no solutions unless we strike too with revolution as all the disasters were lifted by them or by their attiutude to GIVON'T A DAMN now we're slayed by stranger jailbirds while they're paid by Rome's SIGNYEURS you know rape and murder is what Rome mix well then we say Fuck the Politics "the numbers of deads is not high enough" damn you Reponti we could shoot you right now the crisis was done by Rome never sate now tell me mate is this the world we made!?

***LYRICS*** One time in your life comes a crucial choice shrink yourself or use your voice to avoid the ploy of some brutal men that gain from your pain and only ram your ass - sayin' it's necessary threatin' you rude callin' you dilatory got it? - That was my case the following one isn't a commonplace one day I used to be sure of me but that suresness was a hazy sea of lies in which I was swimmin through amidst a deep haze you can't see the truth so then I felt pain when boomed the bomb brought to me by my crazy mom which is a witch that brings poppy inside her veins wit a smirk sloppy mommy - why do you look so pale? I used to say since my early age no answers back but perversity of poisoning me till university Munchausen syndrome illness sensation a psychopath mom that wants some attention first a smack and then she twacks my bloods on the pave I can't turn back I can't stand rape and mind sodomy As madness act she assaulted me she wanted prolicide with ease so I self-defended and she said - please I got to work don't offend it now see - I still drag the plow all balls - you're rich under terrain you dig the gold you gain and she doesn't share a bit - still so when I had to pay she said - no bill now stare at me in my conditions daring beside darlings with dirty t-shirts Tv streams threat it as snowballs but domestic violence is way too common no moans - only inglorious fences no one ever thinks of the consequences so instead of making a husband widow I had instead to jump off the window ILEA IACTA EST simply it means I can't turn back I ran a lot from underneath my own home till I was underbreath yep - no fiction I escaped from Milan's jurisdiction her psychofrictions ruined my life last time I came by I saw her eyes still full of hate toward me she wanted predate till I would be killed by her sinister homicidal dreams toward her son that just turned nineteen all she wants is pleasure and porsche so flee - from the selfish janitors even if you are underage - better alone than on bones massage that happens with the easy pingas that after some years destroy familias never trust an heroicoholic sob even if it turns out it is your mom meditate neither vengeance nor fixation wait for their self-inflicted insufflation after five years she has her wrecks but about my slacks - I can't turn back One time in your life comes a crucial choice shrink yourself or use your voice to avoid the ploy of some brutal men that gain from your pain and only ram your ass - sayin' it's necessary threatin' you rude callin' you dilatory got it? ... That is our case

***LYRICS*** End of the poem written on water bothering problems but it never snorkels inside his author it's euthanasia of a sweet opium whose name is fantasia self edutainment but this hip hop mess can't solve problems hence is worthless 80C needed an inner philosophy dign of building the individual authonomy and the moral strenght through ataraxy stoicism applied to the mind's axis but instead I warmed my hips like Belen That's the depiction of a dead man a walking fetus with twenty two scars a pointless life just like he barks so far I never went further than complain about corruption lust dilution and cocaine but evil lurks within... and I turned around the cone in a spin I struggle I still need to recover I went so perverse I've crossed the border between legit illegit I regredit on judging others as I said on track three now the narrative voice is disgregating in the depiction of the dead man... So what's this lament I refine? it's censorship of oniric as Froid defined nightmares wrong libido and luscious Kokolinth Isle is no more than my studio the fish metaphores of the inibition sophomore slump songs but I need them abort me abort me! cease that kid otherwise one day I'll sit and skin I'd like to hide beneath my shield so I can't quit that trend of victimism but I'm kept alive by faith of some the faith of better days to come so I've made this disc as my boost piston preventing me from pulling the pistol on my temple so please never fit the depiction of a dead man... The isle soars among the cold clouds the sea below looks like being plowed and everything melts in a shine the wing fish stares me and says it's time so I wake up back on my raft amidst the ocean clutched on the shaft I am and I look at the azimouth here the whale flies and sonars hooo it's the last glimpse that long sonar the last sequence of my own coma from which I woke up but too late now I'm a dead mate walking stalking inside an armor taking the train along the harbor you shouldn't guess its destination a place designed for rehabilitation in the meanwhile on the wood wet I feel bleeding from the forehead even if I survive there's no chance no as I'm amidst the sea and alone I float What to do now? so I spoke at the horizon no sign of smoke I think the sea froze my left leg the depiction of a dead man...

***LYRICS*** In a warm night whiter than snow by the glowing screen of the TV show wandering I was on darling opera when the display jumped on the Rambla Suddenly's a show slides of atrocity vulgar dismay and fanatic ideology carried by psychos - yanderes my friends may be there religious ambitions are distasteful if the mission is lifely wasteful but magic and bills aren't involved as much as wall street and the imbolded actions and bubbles whilst turism now even trekking is capitoolism it's cold war Sei between Europe and the U.S. of A. War on dust or war on notice don't lust on the trap like a raw novice looks nowadays are way deceiving a war on terror is weirdly perceiving on the good of some in spite of the others you flew insane bothering trammels disgusting - set by journalists while innocents release their fists Beyond my crops below realism in today's world there's too cynism sensationalism and a-topic bombs and no one knows the meaning of love is the reason lying in money? is the reason lying in sarcophages? is the reason lying out somewhere? to me is dying the reason itself...