Butterfly Knife (feat. Chicoria)

You wanna race to see who's streetwise, send Michel
Stab me in the gut with a butterfly knife, but enough
Bullshit from rappers
They threaten me
Feel the 'blood' and die under a bridge with a tie on your arm
Narcos rap megadeath: get used to it
From the darkness like the obituaries
Don't follow me
Look how much fun I'm having, mom
I got a shot ready
The monkey on my back ain't biting me anymore
Beelzebub down with me in the trash crew
You know you only find shit if you sniff my ass
I piss on the jet set of Italian rap and bring infected blood as a gift to the Vatican
From the Casilino set, I write your fate in rhyme
I punch Constantine's face with a micro-thin loaded with strychnine
Your girl wants exclusive music
Your crew
How does she hope to get home alive?
I mess with your baggy Jordans
Vodka for the boy scouts
Truceklan squad, check it out
Arm us
Dissolve drugs in your black chinotto
What the hell do you think, my rap was born yesterday?

These kids have lost it, they're going crazy
What, you fell into the past?
You’re trying to climb back up
This is itp or traffik recordz
Blast it on your stereo
For real!

At my place, the plaster's falling
Soon you'll lose your stomach
A bit of cleverness:
Grab the girl who's closest to me: mom
Pour my substance into your Dolce & Gabbana
Before the cops hit the square, stay calm
They don’t raise a finger on the women
Under the dress, they don’t get searched
Rome in August ain't a nice place:
A ghost town
They come out for the blow
Only after midnight
You got your way, I got mine
Let’s take it to the kitchen:
Liquid frying in pans is ketavett
Ferarelle
And there's something more effervescent in that spoon
It's bitter to recognize
But all the people I know
Have something to do with some addiction
It's that I'm a cornerstone
I talk about life on the edge
Practical stuff
What goes down in the streets
The goods like in Rio de Janeiro, we go to pick up from Sergio
Four of us sleep on that bed
Two straight, two upside down
With this neighborhood
Give me a hand, let’s go for a walk
Hard for a moment in the park of Cavasso
A blink of an eye
It's the people
They die up there on the podium
Besides the middle school diploma
I got a survival certificate for a whole life
And my dogs watch my back
I'm tired of being in a corner for money
Catch me as the most bitter character of the moment
I'm trapped in the maze
The only thread of Ariadne I got is a line of blow
I follow the trail to the exit
And yeah, I'm scared when the patrol's lights point at me
Illuminates the whole block
But it's just another idiot full of drugs...
Narcos noyz + chicoria: ....idiot....
Narcos noyz: ....yeah, I'm scared
Fifteen hours inside a precinct, behind four walls with a sadist torturing me
I’d like to piss on your mother’s coffin, shit
The day you decided to be a guard
Look at that...
Chicoria: ...the fight is between me and you: one plays the cop, the other your job in reverse:
We both push for control of the asphalt
You hit the gas
But you never catch the dealer!

Truceklan, check it out