Ernia
68

The only two flaws I find in Ernia, the rapper, are the following:
1) he has an obvious salivation problem
2) he reminds me of a certain Fedez rap, with that lifeguard style who at 25 discovers Bukowski and decides that well-done rap must be relaxed and prosaic

This doesn't detract from the fact that he writes well, sometimes extremely well, even if when he adds a bit of funk (the single "68"), it makes me feel as if a drill is digging into my duodenum. Okay, maybe I've found a third flaw, but I realize that's all subjective. No, come on, this stuff is just bad. A few songs later, he also features Tedua, his lifelong friend, who eclipses him with a great verse in "Bro," much like the leader of the gang shows off against the educated dad who can't integrate into the group.

A few songs before, in the first song, Matteo Professione aka Ernia claims to be "King QT," which he probably intends as a clever nod to king kunta by Kendrick Lamar but ends up sounding more like a decaffeinated Pepsi. I don't recall the other tracks very well, but I've been left with that impression of "let's make it cultured but stay cool," something in which they, I would say, fail.

In all this, I repeat, there's nothing wrong. You can even be a rapper who writes nice lyrics like "Paranoia Mia," with lovely rhyming schemes reminiscent of high school rhyme games; and you can even—my tongue is already bleeding from the violent bites I'm inflicting on it—quote De André in "Un Pazzo" (oh holy mother...), but there will always be a streetwise person who understands, unlike you the "cultured" one, that rap isn't a Bonolis show.