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Rating: NOYZ NARCOS: - northface - air max - want me? send a fax: www.truceklan.dot.com death rap
all of Rome knows it checks and I know it wants this because I live here it's my city
late night to get wasted on work
far from the neighborhood panthers I spend dark evenings black Nikes black jeans black hoodie
me and mine you and your trouble
the story is narcos - chicoria on the scale
and a butterfly knife in your stomach
screw the finance
the police the carabinieri
the anti-drug in the room for the dance I have the anxiety of those close to me
from the tenth district Tuscolano to Casilino to Città Giardino:
I don’t live it as well as I rhyme
and the sirens are always around they take your breath away
I have one eye open in sleep
at night I don't sleep
the screen broadcasts until daybreak
dark glasses at night
John Belushi
series B movie like Peter Tushi
a blindfolded horse launched into a gallop
with a chisel stuck in an eye
in the crowd, you have proof that you return on a stretcher and a nine sprays inside your brains!
chorus. tajerino, I peel the streets, I go around with a big hood, big hit down avenue and square narcos noyz chicoria ztk
CHICORIA: in the car with pietro, bench and pooccio
passing by Portuense towards Trullo
while pietro uncaps a Ceres on the back seat the bench taps the airbag
stay calm or you know that with chicco or needle
stupid novices in the crime circuit
a poor fool who robs a bank
you know how many times he's gotten away
it starts with bullying
for my needs raid the pharmacy convinced that it will go smoothly
with the tajerino I also convince the girl
'give me that loot that is mine'
raise that drawer the big pieces you've got hidden there
to balaclava I prefer scarf cap and bandana
all that sweat that wets you
like a dog's snatch
uncaps with determination
runs
there’s no witness who saw which direction you disappeared
moped hidden in a bush
pissed and now how much money was made?
Villa Borghese and Valle Giulia
finesse here can't go uphill
fuse burning in the mouth
going under a pair of queers
'I'll stab you!' bastards!
rusty scissors
dropping wallets and chains bracelets and phones they'd call the police
as soon as I leave them, they wait for a taxi ride
the only ones stopping
poor lads
I look at Rome no peace
among lights and shutters of closed stores marked with tags and throw-ups
customs shared by city gangs
I've decided my place
the pieces with adhesive tape I stick them in the letterbox of the usual door in Trastevere
two birds with one stone
no more back and forth at home
and I always have the pieces within reach in my pocket
just a single phone call!
Sometimes for poetry you don't need love, depression, friendship, and feelings, it's enough to tell what is close to us, what we live every day, we have exiled ourselves from society for too long already, the system has excluded us, maybe it’s for the best;
This song speaks for itself, it tells the lives of many young people who have problems but don't close themselves in at home in depression but find courage, Noyz, and Chicoria are part of Truce Klan, a group of young people who talk about things that appear before their eyes every day, it won't be normality, certainly, they are not the children every parent wants, but do we need to adapt to the times? and before speaking about criminality should we talk about the reason behind criminality?
sexyajax tajerino? .
editors publish this review, anyway these guys here really sing, they are not my invention? they also make good music and have great tracks? try listening to this crap you might even like it? let’s adapt to the times? against the system ajax takes a stand
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