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Den-ego trip (I’m not made for rap) – lyrics

VIDEOTESTO

DEN-EGO TRIP (I’m not made for rap)

N-ego Trip (Non sono fatta per il rap)

“Every rapper respect me because from the street I come
Well … in fact a rapper I ‘m too, but I come from home “
Fedez  (Faccio brutto)

[Start]
[Go around the roundabout]

This bitter fruit seize
of this rare branch …
I rap fragile,
not easy!
I touch souls:
thus unanimous hate,
befall to me.

You are here:
this is my den-ego trip.
If I’m not made for rap,
then this thing in me
what is it?

[First Exit]

Woman without ribbon’s bows,
I have more attacks than stilettos,
Black Moon that Bundles.
With the grace of Truce Baldazzi
does not have a row of boys…
It’s not me that break:
is the bench!
I dont dress large because hip hop,
the right is: all suits me tight,
so you can see what’s underneath …
I haven’t the face impassive,
but having not opinion,
for me it’s impossible!

You are here:
this is my den-ego trip.
If I’m not made for rap,
then this thing in me
what is it?

[Second Exit]

At my home is blasphemy:
here comes a rapper astemia!
Country girl,
to me the grass is green
and you do not sell …
The only thing that comes down, is the scale,
the only “Maria” beyond me, is the Callas.
The only “ferro” (=gun) in my pocket, is Tiziano,
the only weapon in my hands,
is the same of Saviano.

You are here:
this is my den-ego trip.
If I’m not made for rap,
then this thing in me
what is it?

[Third Exit]

Stupid absurd “rappecent”,
with less necklaces than Guè
but more chains.
Nice, bro! I’m not nice!
Say “nice” to your sister!
No cousins nor brothers:
I advance the ones I have!
MC-yes, M-no, who knows if I will succeed…
I have a flux, at all a flow…
In those days i’m fluo
but pass me after few:
just a film Totò!

You are here:
this is my den-ego trip.
If I’m not made for rap,
then this thing in me
what is it?

[Fourth Exit]

My grandfather have done rhymes
when you were without feathers!
No coca: only wine,
and the award is a little glass.
I have in my genes that mess
this baby rap,
just a little Latin.
Book of greek in backpack:
why all can and I can not?
In doubt between Dogo and shojo
I get by
but not launching survival.
Never: no!

You are here:
this is my den-ego trip.
If I’m not made for rap,
then this thing in me
what is it?

[Finishing line]
[Come back when you can]

“Do not ask me for formulas that can open up worlds,
yes some crooked syllable and dry as a branch.
Codest can tell you now, what we are, what we do not want
Eugenio Montale
(Non chiederci la parola)

Al cuore, Ramon! – lyrics

VIDEOTESTO

THE HEART, RAMON!

[ When a man with a rifle, meets a man with a gun,
the man with a gun is a dead man.
You said so?
Let’see if it is true! ]

Come on! If you know only these words: beat!
I’m not here to stir you to pity!
There is a girl who don’t ask a favor
to save her by your anger!
Come on: go ahead, splits these teeth!
They are already rotten for sweets,
for the white powder, behind which
my life is trudging.
Slam your right grudge on cheeks,
that you don’t know how caress!
Spit my mistakes on me
and when my face will become red,
your anger will be dissolved.
But you will find that your wound is still open,
and you can not give me the blame…
You will find that the goal was wrong,
that what hurt you, it was your burned heart…
And then, because I had the courage to endure,
I’ll have the right to attack,
and I will defend myself,
as how only I know …

[ The heart, Ramon! Shoot the heart!
Otherwise you’ll not be able to stop me! ]

The heart, Ramon!
The heart you can not control:
the heart you can only shoot!
The heart, Ramon!
Vent your anger: sight and shoot!

[ They told me that you were looking for me… ]

When I’m drunk to the dregs your hatred,
then it’s up to me to provide you with my glass …
Will sweeter my spittings,
but most poisonous, because you say
that my words are worse than a knife:
most are in, the more they hurt.
So I’m not afraid of your heavy hands,
thou shalt of my mouth, even without teeth …

[ Collect the rifle, load and shoot!]

The heart, Ramon!
The heart you can not control:
the heart you can only shoot!
The heart, Ramon!
Vent your anger: sight and shoot!

[ Well, what happens to you, Ramon?
Your hand shakes? ]

But what damage may have made on you,
this woman lousy?
What wounds she can you do,
that you already had not?
And if looking at me,
is remembering that you are suffering,
you chose to talk no more to me.
Look: today I chose to suffer
to be able to talk again,
to be able to look back in your face.
Here the woman you said a risk!
And in the end I only want to hug,
but since I still have
a little bit of pride,
I will refuse this pleasure.
This will be the worst of all your beats.
And in the end I will not be your trouble,
but maybe I will become your regret …
Then it will be born a doubt
behind your eyes rough …
rough and gorgeous …
that I cant see for too long.

The heart, Ramon!
The heart you can not control:
the heart you can only shoot!
The heart, Ramon!
Vent your anger: sight and shoot!

[ You’re dead! ]

“When a man with a gun
meets a woman with a pen,
the man with a gun
is a dead man.”