Looka yonder
Looka yonder
A big black cloud come
Comes to Cinisello Balsamo
Baby where I live, the Urus doesn't pass, small neighborhood, baby middle-class money Craxi gang, Bettino.
Bitch I was listening to Nuove BR by P38 and I thought that if not even the parodies of italo-trap are funny anymore, it means the genre is at self-parody semicolon; that if the expressive limitation is not supported by a tangible crack abuse, then you're playing the X-Mary’s game when they sing pippiamo la cocaina e la vita ci sorride sempre lerolallà.
Whereas to the P38, I'd like to remind that Stupid Set in the B-side of Rangoon Patrol laid down funk the phone call of Morucci to the Moro family, and this happened forty years ago. You do avant-garde and say your goddamn it, I was doing the chants on the red Renault 4 when you were on holiday on the coast.
Pussy you know we're peers (*). I have an image of you with that shit in your mouth, skinny tweed pants, the flying V and the Lelli Kelly, I roam in black Janoski and I bought myself the Precision Mexico with the money you spent on Japanese spinning tops, subject.
I Biker Mice gang shit mototopo, you Mirko from BeeHive baby, I screw your Licia on a Lada Niva, she begs me kiss me, you jerking off on Elettra's Miura.
You realized every toxic pussy's dream: having a square named after you by a center-right council and walking around with your grandmother's jewelry on because you've become famous enough to pay off your debts with views.
You cried to Universal, and to make you stop, they bought you the Diplo toy. Diplo to this trap folk spaghetti pisses so much on your head that he made you a shitty beat which is Feel Good Inc. with the bass line of Lounge Act. And you brag about it.
Baby, I have a cousin who's also half-famous, you know you're famous for the same thing.
(*) peers.
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I like Sfera Ebbasta because, together with the big names of the Italian scene, he helps to tone down the careerism of a generation of little fascists from public housing. He tells them they'll never be like him, that they have to stay calm, monogamous, work for 800 a month, never shoot up, get Spotify, don't be a pain in the ass, never snitch to the cops, love their mom.
In a triumph of notification chimes and pseudo-provincial reggaeton, Famoso is the happy ending of a Trainspotting 3 starring Gionata Boschetti from Cinisello Balsamo who at thirty ties his shoes tight to escape the cops, weed in his pocket, and running towards the money he looks at you, the viewer, and tells you to go get a job, bum. Like looking in a mirror.
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