Paradiso Artificiale (feat. Baby Gang e Kid Yugi)

(You know my name, I don’t know yours)
Ah

Through the Styx, the walls of Dis
I come from minerals, from steel, from nickel
We were with tasers, now we share the teaser
We talked about drugs, now it’s all about numbers
And this weight on my chest is just pneumonia
I’m reborn with thorns, I’m full of wounds
Too much to say, pencils just won’t cut it
Are you the light that guides me or the devil that kills me?
Because this isn’t music, this is my martyrdom
A moment of clarity in a twenty-year delirium
I’ve cried so much that eye drops won’t be enough
No matter how high I aim, the Empyrean won’t be enough
This emptiness isn’t physical, filling it won’t suffice
A video won’t be enough to express it
A line to describe it, a sedative to suppress it
A click to share it, a shot for the epilogue
I prefer thieves to snitches, murderers to the cowardly
Loan sharks to the greedy, horns to wings
We wanted power, not to be millionaires
To be the best and not be ignored anymore
I wish I were stronger
But every step is false if the roads are broken
I went out to see the stars, found only death
You look for me at night (ah, ah), Kid Yugi

I roll with African brothers, not American brothers
I’m more of a brother than the Italian brothers
I eat fufu with my hands, drink bissap, smoke jwani
You know my name, I don’t know yours
From all those shady circles, from all those strange turns
Now we’re good, we’ve washed our hands
Except for the lawyers and except for the courts
Now it’s all in the past, today we think about tomorrow

Eoh, here’s Narcos Noyz from the last circle of the damned
To remind you it’s not just for the money, the glory, the fame
It’s for the hell that breaks loose
Tedua, Tedua

Milan’s bad, but the truth is the city’s sick
On the bypass, you hit two hundred, timing the race
Via Gola, deep night, the madam’s making rounds
People with their moms working on Viale Zara
I never snitch, I never wear a mask
The Mask, Cameron Diaz, tell me who’s the realest
You’re deaf, Beethoven, girls in the Rover
Twenty on the wrist (Uh), it’s a Rolex, but it doesn’t tell the time of death
“Pon de Replay” by Rihanna while I throw cash
In a strip club in New York, kidnapped with the boss
That girl’s got a big ass, she’s not Ariana Grande (hahaha)
But a twenty-one-year-old from the South Bronx (oh)
Okay, which side are you on? (Eh)
Cash game table (eh), I’ll defend the big blind
On a yacht in Costa Smeralda
The GIP intercepts on the line who’s talking (pow)

I roll with African brothers, not American brothers
I’m more of a brother than the Italian brothers
I eat fufu with my hands, drink bissap, smoke jwani
You know my name, I don’t know yours
From all those shady circles, from all those strange turns
Now we’re good, we’ve washed our hands
Except for the lawyers and except for the courts
Now it’s all in the past, today we think about tomorrow