[Intro]
Okay, In The Panchine, dal TruceKlan
G-Mellow, Benassa The Glassa, Chicoria
Niente doppio gioco co' noi
Amo le stolen P, Metal Carter
[Strofa 1: Cole]
Yo my name is C, the stolen P
I stay in your chair with the ITP
We're no Mr. Nice, organise bum fights (Uh, uh)
[?] sushi and shit, rice plus mais
Put you in the via, start the Odissea
Import bitch from Romania like Dragostea
All'isola di Eea I do canoa with [?]
My groupie say yeah plus Cole I love you (Mh)
Anti-social Cole to the beat with ITP
I like to fuck in the ass that bitch Melissa P
Cento colpi and feel the seppia, ci si becca
Throw you from the scoglio e leave you in the secca
Got born porno life, then vera Gemma
Got your name on my knife with the stemma
Check Meneguzzi feat Anna Benz
I do satanic pop music, fuck rap
From quartieri alti don't figure Maranella
Used to sell merce Appia side and Caffarella
You wanna be stupid punk fat DJ
Fake ass like eroina del '76
[Ritornello: Gemello]
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your stolen car
Try to andare a tempo, sbatti la tua testa
Ascolta solo ITP e la sua orchestra
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your stolen car
Try to andare a tempo, sbatti la tua testa
Ascolta solo ITP e la sua orchestra
[Strofa 2: Metal Carter]
We like gore
We esasperato trend hardcore
Bores sborro on humanity
You have the dono of immortality
Reality is for metal kings
Not for salsa soft swing
Dream dream thriller killer is for you
You have no choice
Ascolta bene my satanic voice
Destroy you, with my innovativa mentality
Io posso alterare your reality
Paranoid, the droga che assale
Sale sale e non fa male
You paradossale like nazista ebreo omosessuale
No east, no west
Capello alla Joey Tempest
It's un momento of due
Monstercock punto com
Thrasher remember Carter street legend sentence
[Strofa 3: Benassa]
Like Tornatore and Camorrista
Beach beach boys
Vita da surfista
Slave of the say amara pista
Yet e forget I never stay in lista
Regista Fulci, Mario Bava e Umberto Lenzi
Like seven back spider orrendi
Santo Trafficante shoot the benpensante
Killing me softly with your musica pesante
In the panchine the best roba grassa
Incisa che ti da' for B.I.G. and Benassa
Joint happy around my cold cassa
Some people see me and collassa
But the shit is the stessa
I hope with tristezza
Your fine in bellezza
We Lester Parson ti squartiamo con delicatezza
Shame on you per le cazzate che dici
Look I'm Tommy Vercetti and this is Vice City
Like radioactivity
We do legge without mezzi giuridici
With Chico we smoke blunt on the skate
I'm afraid but your rap is a fake
Mine is write in the blog like William Grake
Giu' ti condurra' in the eights gate
[Ritornello: Gemello]
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your stolen car
Try to andare a tempo, sbatti la tua testa
Ascolta solo ITP e la sua orchestra
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your stolen car
Try to andare a tempo, sbatti la tua testa
Ascolta solo ITP e la sua orchestra
[Strofa 4: Chicoria]
Tu passamela e sto de novo pe' strada
A venne' du scudi de dramma
Aggiungice 'na canna
L'immunita' diplomatica
M' 'a so' dimenticata a casa (Oh cazzo)
Vengo da strade cor foco
Sur marciapiede c’affogo
M’innamoro de 'sta vita
Soldi roba e figa
La ritmica giusta
E la lingua che e' 'na frusta
MC lascio lividi sul punto G (Ah)
Libidini, come quanno sditalini da sola, troia
Questo e' er Chicoria in traiettoria
Per la piu' grossa svorta
La piu' grande fetta di torta, piu' grande
Giocamo tutti quanti a carte ma a quelle truccate
Alla fine der mazzo o te ritrovi ar gabbio o hai scalato
Pe' quello che te serve
Saponette, palle o tavolette
Leggi l'avvertenze
Tutto ha 'na regola, 'na legge (E' cosi')
[Strofa 5: Gemello]
I show you the tattica like my man Nino Frassica
He got game Coney Island bring the chiappe ad Attica
Costante pratica like Micra automatica
I got a lot of trouble plus pussy psicopatica
Usually meeting point, under the cipresso
I trip with LSD I got the cranio manomesso
Get dress Picasso for the next processo
Like the Lazio next year you're fucking retrocesso
I don't play graffiti piu', baby, that's for you
Rievoco Liboni like a member of my crew
My rap fans want to fuck me up like John Lennon
They sniff bad coke and drink too much vodka lemon
They can't understand my rap from Parioli Borough
Mix new shit all the time to make this capolavoro
I do the basi, I try to change your frasi
I escape forever from crisi, we evasi
Now we smoke big blunt across Santo Domingo
La gente non annusa piu' quello che io spingo
I got playground personale, bitch professionale
Surfing with Lorenzo when comes the temporale
Survived by the ospedale, your techno minimale
Remember that cause Gemello is immortale
Try to farci male we are in due sicuro
Stronzo ti deturpo la faccia e ti torturo
[Ritornello: Gemello]
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your stolen car
Try to andare a tempo, sbatti la tua testa
Ascolta solo ITP e la sua orchestra
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your stolen car
Try to andare a tempo, sbatti la tua testa
Ascolta solo ITP e la sua orchestra