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Mr Nobody or flowers.
Marco loves music.
Image: him descending the stairs of his house, opening the door, taking a deep breath, and the mp3 starts playing.
Hiphop was born when the capitalism of the 80s had already deceived America, but in Italy, the crack and the trail of unnatural habits had yet to arrive. It was born in New York, and in Italy, artists emerged in the XXI century. Seems Yesterday.
"In Testa" is a collaboration between Fabrizio Traducci and Noyz Narcos, a song that presents in the first "quartets" a poetry that appears melancholic in the vivid memories of Fabrizio, who used to visit Neffa when "Nirvana" was released in Italian theaters and Jerry Calà did the Nintendo commercial. (pure simulacrum). Noyz Narcos presents his mix of topics from Via Sannio Street, Youporn, and trash movies. (Pseudo-criminal mythomania).
Marco was born in '94, listens to hiphop from 2004, and grew up valuing money and appearance, he can't write with a pen, his childish handwriting doesn't stop him from being a computer wizard.
Image: him masturbating on youporn.
"Donna Famosa" because Fabrizio has repeatedly stated that now he "counts in the bank," but "is not looking for a famous woman," a poser, who is now not Mr. Nobody because evidently, someone bought his CD, a discography that includes tracks made by that chubby (insert carbohydrates) Fish who with those chubby fingers can make dance-rnb and, when he wants, "very rustic" tracks. At the end of this song, he allows himself to dispense advice. Paid.Paid.Paid.
Image: Sgarbi kissing Fabri Fibra.
It's a "Via Vai" under Fabri Fibra's house, who can't think because of their shouting, he resides in Milan and reiterates that he makes quotes of things that work.
In "Extralarge," which is indeed a Bomb track, the beat has a USA flavor, considering that there's also Vincenzo who eats banks from Via Anfossi because he's not afraid of the cops who raid his house, they make very high flights of fancy in abab rhymes plus double entendres worthy of a whole day of reflection. The rain beats against the windshield wiper pushing this stuff like MUG-ULLY. Why he inserts Bob Marley making him a style icon to promote consumerist ideals of baggy pants that if you look at them cost twice as much as my my my...
Why Fabbri'?
Marco wants to buy the pants.
Image: Marco brought the knife. Image: bandana, fisherman's hat, black glasses.
Image: supermarket. Image: money.
"Who wants to be Fabri Fibra?"
Fabri Fibra doesn't want to be Fabri Fibra because people avoid him on television, it ruined his life, and he believes everyone considers themselves phenomena, instead, he, who considers himself an artist, would like to project himself into another dimension, perhaps where he is Fabrizo Traducci working in the supermarket instead of getting the Honda Civic and going to live the high life in Milan as Fabri Fibra.
"The misunderstandings" are there and are not those of Tiromancino but a Trainspotting-style video, and the.
Image: Marco returns home.
Now in 2009, the money virus has assailed us, so we go around trying to squander what the powerful have set aside for us after daily exploitation, a simulacrum of truth, experiences never had, and that little which allows us not to think that natural life is the answer.
Image: Marco takes the plane.
Image: horse-drawn cart.
"At The End Of All This" Fabri Fibra, abusing words, hits from a perspective that Marco at 15 years old hasn't understood, and he will never understand, because it's money that forces us to be slaves, and it's not the vote that makes us free but the freedom to live and to return to be part of what created us, nature, without ever again resorting to the simulacrum, to this spectacle staged by people who don't want to see us equal and on the same level.
Image: Fabri Fibra
Image: decoder, tv and phones for everyone.
Image: people.
Image: money. Image: lipstick, perfume, and sex between a couple of black people.
Image: very white teeth. Images: food and household products lined up on shelves.
Image: refrigerator and Ikea furniture.
Image: Marco's father, the worker.
Image: G8.
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