L'Ottavo, Capitolo

Caparezza

The Eighth Chapter

What haven't I done in my life, dance?
Come on, invite me to dance
If a PR comes into the dressing room
I'll smash his skull and take his smartphone away
You sweat like in a steam bath
Why do I seem like a hooligan when I talk to you? (Yes)
Violent, because that's how everyone is
Yes, be violent so everyone is
A thousand people are waiting for me in the room
I put on the robe like in a strange sect
I go up, shout, up, up
Everyone jumps like little mirrors on a narrow street
Caparezza, don't change position
Who? When? What? How?
I remember it, he uttered my name
Now I find myself preferring my clone

I thin out, you ridicule me
You trust me, distrust me
You treat me, portray me
You recite me, cut me off
I was convinced, now I'm contrite
The eighth chapter
Eighth, chapter
I was convinced, now I'm contrite
The eighth chapter
Eighth, chapter

Calm down, I'm contrite, not with explosives
I count but I don't care if I don't find you
I find, I find myself singular
Like the third person of the verb 'to do' in the past tense
Like Judas, I deny and leave you
Without Judas, what would you wear around your neck?
The left gives me political anxiety
The right makes me feel good when I shake it off
And with this, I touch the bottom of truth
I love authors, I detest authorities
You say I have a big head, yes, but
I am a big head of a fu-
Say, look, I'm crazy
I have issues with everyone, but never with Jackson
Who knows why I feel like a sommelier
In the sense that I think I can handle a bottle

Things are getting bad here
Prepare for the worst
You want to play me?
Get ready, arpeggio
You want to leave a mark on me?
Get ready for the seat
You want me in the dark?
Get ready, dawn
I love this land, I'm not plotting, but passing it on
You have to believe me when I say I'm admiring it
I speak off the cuff
No one has a good memory of me, not even Pico Della Mirandola
I make a living with intuition
Pay me, when I accuse, I'm not free
In my fantasy novel, I'm a druid
That's why when I write, I flow
In my life, downhill like slides
I hit edges after drinking slivovitz
I fought to make you understand the lyrics
Now, now I don't give a damn about it