Rendez Vous Col Delirio

(feat. Dj Shocca)

Milano Club Dogo, Milano Massive!
Dj Shocca and Mi-Residenza in combo
Jake la Furia, Il Guercio, Don Joe
Fear and delirium in Milan...

Il Guercio:

Life is too short and tonight I burn and wreck
I leave the mc's behind
100 steps back like Lo Cascio
I say it to your face like a cumshot
on and on, I love being under the influence, exchanging affections on a Futon
lyricists with forbidden verses
superfreak girls like Rick, flip-flops
fetishist clique
I blast the Hi-Fi Hitachi speakers
she wears camo pants, Sal Ferragamo designs her heels
wheelies on Kawasaki
the souvlaki stains my khakis
spliff? I never pass it, I often eat Kentucky chicken
corrupted and mortal sublunar creatures
my new sneakers appeal to ultra-materialistic lolitas
here the Kelvin degrees rise, pelvically like Elvis
in dancehall with chinadoll I have thick styles like Kevin
the bros: push it to the max
you punk: suck on a pacifier
now I'm out like a quail's jump!

Chorus X2:
Meeting with delirium
the crew raises the stereo
hands up to the stars until we touch Sirius
uncork and refill
ignite and smoke
night fades away
heads in time on the boom-bap
Club Dogo kills this track!

Jake la Furia:

Turn off the lights, bro, there's the moon
people walk and get high
foam wraps and staggers like someone smoking crack
in my neighborhood people sell, spend, and consume
narcotic, 0.7 balls each
tuned scooters, nylon suits
iron Mike hoodies
Nike clouds with 3 legs per pair
steel rims while I rap on the driveway
Fast and Furious engine, and my booklet at stake
night people, vampire breeds
ladies with sapphire eyes
you hear them coming when you inhale
intense faces a meter between the lashes
glassy eyes
the night advises them, the bamba wakes them up
80s trendy in clubs, new rich punks
trimmed cuts on the ears like Farouk Kassam
light ties hands to the world until sunset
the night frees the wrist, tomorrow is another day

Chorus X2

Il Guercio & Jake la Furia:

Listen...
if you only live once
often in suffering losing consciousness consoles me
I like how they dress
I patrol the area
thong
I like how they undress!

They come out with hair and an aroma that knocks men out
they faint when they come, hanging from their clitorises
it's night but god helps me, sex stops the clock
I lick with a forked tongue both tits!

This is the sound that puts you in a tight spot
like Sesse's handcuffs on vans
hot like a moka
you only talk because you have a mouth
you miss the chick
now she's texting me from a Nokia

Night of rap notes on the avenues dressed in Roca
narcos of refined cocaine Carioca rhymes
ribbed tank top, playing at being tough guys
while behind the cops gallop like Varenne

Fuck the downhill alcoholic, then Super Tennents
little vodka, tonic water, good Jack Daniels
caucasian, or asian, name Megumi
I know what you're taking, eyes purple like rivers

If you consume me like the cigarettes you smoke
I follow the trail of your scent in the full moons
I like when you play while the sun warms its fires
I shout your name to the world like Rocky

Dance without stopping, you are music for the eyes
amber skin, amber scent, and few clothes
take a Monital
watch out, the video monitors you
I can't stand anymore, bro, this is the usual routine

The air gets hot, the light is out, I have to
quench the alcoholic thirst and drink
I look into the eyes of the sun, we don't know each other
I mumble a few words, let's see
now I sleep, then we'll talk again...

Chorus X4