Mc Sampyr

sold MCs, welcome pt.1

sold MCs, welcome
This is the hell of wolves
firing on walls and forced to stay silent
I close myself in my room
stereo babbles
pumping background bass
at low volume
because I have to study
I review the world with a compass
I break the background
if it helps you stay a bit more tilted
remove the guilt from my neck
remove it or I strip it
there are those who do rap to annoy dad
there are those who do rap to escape reality
some do it for fashion
some want to f*** history
what did you do it for?
to deliver a message?
You appeared at Fantastico and Sanremo
and then you criticized them creating alibis
what was the merit?
making rap respected?
here, rapskinz zi
we do hip hop in the style of tough, pure
driven from below
we don't want radio or to surpass
you won't see us on tape
that airs on prime time in the evening
want a confession?
blow out the candle
if you hope to get something by rapping
if you want to be kings
and you are convinced that yours is hip hop
if you mix rock and funk
and want punk resurrection
from your CD
f*** off zì
here only rapskinz
who push hip hop definitely not commercial
The lyrics are simple, okay
but few choruses and rhymes that decompose brains
of stoned kids
who get disappointed
f***ed by too much arrogance
they'll pump us up when they grow up in their room
thinking about how much of idiots they were
when in that club
they moved with that dance
If I hear radio rap in 2005
I spit shit for three weeks
Everyone suck it
whores..
music, music, music
shit
people, people, people
idiots
every loser abandons their mind
and this sound sucks, you can hear
it communicates peace, but drowns in ****
without legs to keep out of the fire
you think you're the bronze of Riace, clad in Versace,
it's not about what is beautiful, but what pleases
bullshit
this isn't an alibi for how awful you are
you've now reduced yourself to this style
which then style, psycho this style
the pen that ****s you, friend
I tell you explicitly
see this finger?
we are few
but we despise the handsome face of the star
especially if he's alternative
you think of returning like the old days
but I set fire to your temple
and ruin your body
then I hang it in the square
as an example
both money and success have changed, you know
what you used to be
the stories you belonged to
never been good at what you did
pumped in a few neighborhoods
never been too unlucky nor born wrong, I bet
a typical Italian, another kid
who got attached to a genre, too soon
to avoid success
in a period when Jovanotti was still rapping love stanzas
when sss, and Onda Rossa Posse were around, in a time with the birth of 99 Posse, in short, towards the start of the golden era
they appeared on the scene
and who would have thought with city streets
seeking fame, but exactly that
from the first video, it was clear, from the vespas' mass
you became the myth of the anti-star
with oh Maria, then we won't talk about it
bad taste, a.k.a. revolutionize
but the masterpiece of your first work was no longer repeated
completely overtaken by gold, despite ignoring Sanremo
now that I think about it, you weren't even bad
but abandoning rap isn't worth it
not after you owed everything to hip hop
and in this way you keep rapping,
last sparks with no one and just like that
then from hip hop to rap and from rap to crossover
from crossover to rock pop and from rock pop to trash
now still stubborn about the wrong-born
but if you are still that unlucky
I was never born...
I love to break the myth
the anti-star and the star
but if the risk is
to get kidnapped by cash
like you
J-Ax
No thanks, I will keep my rap anonymous
if the risk is retiring like Space One
No thanks, I prefer to stay anonymous
if the risk is slowly disappearing with each record
like DJ Jad
No thanks, I will vomit on your rap
my name is Sampyr
I'm here with Deva, and there are few
against many
few who listen to Inoki
many who get lost in beats and rhythms neo-Vaschiane
as if it’s easy for prostitutes
to say no to the pimp
you digest this piece in installments
me riccomanno
it will pass again
destructive like a Norman
devastating like a cloth
Swiffer, with dust
2005, don't forget it zì

Part One
Rapskinz