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

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...

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!

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)

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...

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...

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...

[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]

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]

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...

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...

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...