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

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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)

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