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I raise the microphone a little more, please?
Hey, hey, great
I'm the block wizard
EMG

There's a phenomenal detachment
Between me and all those bitches
I don't give it to give, they think I'm a mutant
How far do you have to go to see me in my underwear
Not with her, hey, hey, hey
Not with her, hey, hey
My friend, even dressed, you have a bigger ass
Than mine, easy to compete with pedal toilets
Like me, hey, hey, hey
Like me, hey, hey
I don't have Anna's blonde hair
I have teeth scattered
A face crooked on one side
A big but flat ass

But loneliness is a virus I never catch
Even if I burn and turn into gas
With just my voice I can hype
So tell me what's strange about me, tell me, come on

Hey, lover
But you need to free yourself from skirts
Because rap music to please men
It's not just about the voice, the pen, the style
The heart in your throat in the end
Maybe not, hey, hey, hey
Maybe not, hey, hey

Social showcases are the showcases of Amsterdam
Social showcases are the showcases of Amsterdam

Do whatever the fuck you want, lady
In this Italy, lady
Sees girls as blow-up dolls
Do whatever the fuck you want, lady
In this Italy, lady
Sex is not art, it's just bread for fanatics
It would be nice though
For a guy to see me naked
For the first time without strange precedents
Maybe with photoshop
With a few more highlights
And thighs better than the real ones

Hey, lover
But you need to free yourself from skirts
Because rap music to please men
It's not just about the voice, the pen, the style
The heart in your throat in the end
Maybe not, hey, hey, hey
Maybe not, hey, hey

Hey, lover