Just a tiny suggestion: the chapter could be even better understood if you translate the Italian parts, I hope that this new part will help you to discover some new music, enjoy ;)
"Il mio orologio è preciso,
dice esattamente quanto sono ricco,
strafatti già di pomeriggio,
per te é una sciagura, per me un buon inizio"
While I was in my bedroom singing and doing all those gangsta moves following the rhythm of the music, Kyle entered and smiled: "Brody"
"Brody" I repeated, continuing singing "Guarda questa che body"
"Now I've learnt that song, too" commented Kyle "We've been listening to that for one week, and the rest of the album as well: I also love hip hop, but I think we are going a little further..."
I stopped the music: "Sorry, dude, I'm only excited because JustSfera is coming there tomorrow for his promotional tour..."
"But you said that he wasn't your favorite rapper..." commented Kyle "Why are you so excited?"
"He's the first Italian rapper that became successful in the US" I explained "He's the reason why a lot of Italian rap lovers feel proud of their country, whose hip hop music is becoming more and more important around the world: do you understand?"
"Yes, obviously" declared Kyle "I didn't say that his music is ugly, but only that maybe we've heard it for too long..."
"So you aren't coming with me at the airport to welcome him, huh?" I deduced
"No, no" denied Kyle "I wanna meet him, and Stan, Kenny and Cartman want to come, too"
"I didn't know they were hip hop fans" I noticed
"Less than me, but they also appreciate it" explained the Jewish kid "And when you propose something, they're always happy to join..."
"I'm happy of that, but one of you is going to travel in the luggage van" I warned "Because Jessie is coming, too"
"Couldn't you choose a bigger car?" asked my host brother
"I can't drive that one" I affirmed "The one that your father provided me is enough..."
"Meeting time?" demanded Kyle
"Tomorrow morning, 8:00 a.m." I answered "Warn the others..."
At the agreed time, the three remaining boys reached me and Kyle in front of our house: "G, I controlled and the flight is arriving at 11:00 a.m" informed Stan after a long yawn "Was it necessary to meet ourselves at this time?"
"Yes, because we have to pick up Jessie and arrive at Denver Airport before journalists and fans submerge Sfera" I explained
"Why should we always bring that girl with us?" asked Cartman "I don't like Jessie, something is up with her..."
"You don't like anything that sounds new to you" I precised "The first days I was here, you looked at me like I were... I don't know..."
"A hippie?" suggested Kenny, quietly "He hates them"
"Yeah, a hippie" I affirmed
"But then you give me the place I deserve" pointed out Cartman "In the center of the defense"
"And now you've earned another place you deserve" I replied "The luggage van of my Volkswagen Golf, or in alternative the car roof, you can choose..."
Cartman opened his mouth to reply, but then he wisely decided it wasn't the case: "Jump in, guys!" I concluded
We picked up my girlfriend and started our trip: during that I put only Sfera songs, and at a certain point Jessie smiled: "Honey, I think that your rapper isn't gonna be disappointed if you listen to other people, too..."
"Yes" agreed Cartman "Do you think he's gonna question you or what?"
I breathed deeply and murmured: "Guys, hold yourself..." then, when they obeyed, I suddenly braked, making the kid slam his head on the seats
"Hey!" protested Cartman, touching his forehead
"I like this way of traveling" laughed Kyle "I think it could become permanent..."
"Shut your fucking mouth, stupid Jew" insulted Cartman
As usual, I ignored them and informed: "We're almost at the airport, are there any other complaints about the playlist or can I continue?"
Silence: "That's the stuff" I commented
The trip continued without any other problem, and when the arrivals of the Denver Airport were in front of us, I smiled: "Fantastic, nobody is there yet"
"Of course" pointed out Stan "The flight is arriving in one hour and a half..."
"Why is everybody so whiny today?" I commented "I'm sure that later you'll thank me..."
I thought that also after thirty, forty and sixty minutes of pure solitude, but after another quarter of hour I wasn't so sure of my choice anymore: "That's strange..." I admitted "Twenty minutes missing and we're the only ones here..."
"Maybe the flight has been delayed" assumed Kyle
"Or there was an accident on the highway" added Kenny
"Or anybody doesn't give a fuck about this Sfera" proposed Cartman
I looked at him in a glacial way: "Prepare yourself to a lot of brakings..."
"I unfortunately agree with the fat ass" admitted Stan
"What are you doing?" I asked "Are you allied with the enemy now?"
"Never" declared the kid "But if the situation is this one, you must admit that this singer is not as known as you thought..."
I tried to answer, but then I had to surrend: "Maybe you're right: sorry guys, I made you lose a morning..."
"No, G" intervened Jessie "We've decided to be with you in an important moment, and we're gonna finish what we began!"
I looked everyone's eyes and, excluding Cartman's skeptical face, they seemed to agree with her: "Thank you, guys" I smiled
A few minutes later JustSfera arrived, and I ran towards him, taking a selfie: "Hey, Sfera" I greeted "I love your music!"
"Thank you, bro" thanked the rapper, that wore a grey jacket, blue jeans and limited edition Nikes, then asked, pointing to my mates "Who are these people?"
"They are my girlfriend Jessie and my little friends Stan, Kyle, Eric and Kenny" I explained
"Nice to meet you, guys" greeted the rapper
In that moment, a well-known figure entered the scene: a bald, robust and black man: "Am I blind or is he the famous rapper Konye East?" asked Jessie, referring to the first one
"Yes, I guess" said Kyle
The American rapper was accompanied by another black guy with dreadlocks that seemed of my same age, and they approached to Sfera: "Welcome, trap king" greeted Konye East, sarcastically
"What do you want, East?" asked the Italian
"That you get out of my way" answered Konye "You are nothing here, and you know that: these people are the only ones that were waiting for you..."
"World is changing, East" declared Sfera "Italian hip hop is improving, we are the hottest community in Europe and you're gonna notice that very soon..."
"What about on Sunday, at Pepsi Center?" proposed the black man with a grin "Each one of us chooses one champion, and they're gonna challenge themselves and sing ten songs from the last ten years of rap music, so the public could understand that Italy is still on the bottom..."
"It's ok for me..." accepted Sfera "If your champion wins, I'll cancel all my concerts in the US..."
"Done deal" declared East, and put an arm on the shoulders of the dread guy "He'll be my choice: Terrance Philips "Lil' T", the future of the American rap"
Sfera did the same thing with me: "And he's my champion..." then he murmured to me "What's your name?"
"G" I said, shocked, looking at the others that seemed almost as surprised as me
"JustG, the rising star of the Italian hip hop" declared Sfera "See you on Sunday, East..."
"Bye, Sfera" smirked Konye East, going away
When he had gone, Sfera looked at me, hopeful: "Are you able to sing, aren't you?"
"Why did you accept the challenge if you are so nervous?" asked Kyle, while I was furiously cancelling words from a paper sheet
"Because I was happy to have a new challenge for myself" I explained, starting writing "But then I thought about the place, the public, the fact that I could forget some words and that if I lose my whole country will lose with me..."
"Do you have stage fright?" asked Kenny
"No, I've already sung at my school's concerts" I reminded "But one-hundred people are really different from fifteen thousand..."
"Twenty thousand" corrected Cartman "The Pepsi Center is already sold out..."
"Aaah" I cried out, hitting the desk with my head
"Keep calm, G" said Stan "If you lose we'll be proud of you as well, it won't be a tragedy..."
I took my telephone: "Watch here, Stan"
I showed a series of Instagram stories from a lot of Italian rappers, and they mainly said the same things: "Everybody connected on Sunday evening, because there will be the final clash between American and Italian rap and we have to support our champion. Let's go!"
I switched off the device: "All my idols have put their hopes of becoming someone out of Italy on me, and I'm also gonna sing songs that are unknown to you, while Lil' T is singing something that is known worldwide: the whole stadium will sing with him..."
"That is true" admitted Sfera, that meanwhile had entered the room silently "This is the reason why you should work above all on your performance"
"So?" I asked
"Transmit your emotions: the crowd must understand how much the song is important for you" explained the rapper "And they also have to jump, have fun with you..."
"He's right, G" intervened Kyle "An unknown song played well is always better than a worldwide hit played badly..."
"So you're saying that things like 'Yes, she wants my wave on her face, I'm in the bed and from the outside you only hear "chaff, chaff' are important to you in some ways?" asked Cartman, to provoke him "I listened to your songs..."
"Well... yes..." hesitated Sfera, changing topic "But we're not talking about me: have you prepared the list, G?"
"Yes" I affirmed, passing him the paper that I was writing on before "I think that they are the best spot of the Italian hip hop that we can offer to the US..."
The rapper took off his round sunglasses to read the list, then he smiled: "Wise choices: there are a lot of different artists, and I also see bangers, introspective songs, chill and dissing, so these are the perfect ingredients to win the challenge..."
"Thank you" I said, proud of myself "But now let's go: the school has agreed to borrow me the theatre for the next three days, so we can practice..."
The following days were among the most tiring of my entire life: thousands of different words from those songs had invaded my head, and everyday, after three hours of almost uninterrupted singing, I was very close to explode...
But they were also three really useful days, full of advices: "You should pump this part more", "Here you should look at him and speak with your hands so he understands that it's referred to him", "Try the extrabeat again, you're not enough clear yet".
Those sentences were mainly pronounced by Sfera, but also my little friends were able to make great suggestions, and while we were heading to the Pepsi Center I didn't forget to remind that: "Thank you, guys: whatever happens, you've been fantastic..."
"Whatever happens doesn't exist" corrected Cartman "This evening you're winning, end of the speech"
I sighed with a nervous smile and parked the car: Sfera was waiting for us out of the stadium, then showed the stage: "They've prepared a little MMA ring" he explained "So it will be more exciting for the crowd, and the lyrics of your songs will be translated on the big screen..."
"Wow..." I commented "They have spared no expense..."
"It was an idea of East" explained the rapper "He's annoying, but knows how to organize an event..."
"We've talked with our friends" informed Kyle "The whole South Park Elementary will be here to support you!"
"Great" I commented "I also invited my class and there will be a lot of people from the South Park High, but I think we are still a minority, and Jessie will come only at the end of the show because she's working..."
"Stop thinking about the opponents" reproached Stan "Think about yourself, you're gonna kill it!"
I made another nervous smile and I went dressing up: I had decided my outfit that was composed from a red sweatshirt and blue jeans: something simple, but I knew I looked good with those colors...
The presenter, a tall man with a smoking and black hair, entered the ring: "Good evening, Denver! We're here for the final rapping challenge between USA and Italy. Without further ado, let's see the two contestants: at the right side, for Konye's team, Lil T!
A long roar made the stadium tremble, and the young rapper entered the ring: "And at the left side, for Sfera's team, JustG!"
The roar was not so big this time, but I could hear my name chanted by my schoolmates and see the big panel "Go, G" held by the soccer team: I saluted the crowd with a hand an put myself on the left side: "Destroy them!" ordered Cartman
"Remember, two 'bonus refrains' and keep calm" reminded Sfera
I nodded, focused on the challenge.
"First round" announced the presenter "'Look at me now' vs 'La prima volta'
"Bastard" I thought "He already starts with the big gun..."
Lil T was the first to sing:
'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
'Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day (Go)
See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow)
Just know that you will never flop me (Oh)
And I know that I can be a little cocky (No)
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come, a nigga gotta set it
Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it (Woo)
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that
Any little thing a nigga think that he be doin' (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da (Damn)
Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything
A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things
That make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I always win and then I gotta get it again and again and then again
And I be doin' it to death
And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref
And everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best
When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest
And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next?
I could hear some whistles from the crowd: he had made an error on the extrabeat: "Did you hear that?" asked Kyle from the outside "He went out of tune during the fast part, he was too slow..."
"Yes" I answered "Now let's take advantage from this thing..."
La prima volta ricordo era un fine settimana
Stavo sui tredici, lo zaino pieno di Montana
Gli anni del writing, dei muri nell'hall fame
La notte, gli street name, delle tag sugli skate
La prima volta che sentii una rima era il '96
Erano i tempi dei walkman e i tape
Tutto più semplice in tutti gli aspetti
Ricordo scooter rubati o modificati
Le compagnie sopra i muretti
Poi, la prima volta che mi sono innamorato
La stessa prima volta che m'hanno pestato
Gli anni delle dormite sul banco
Gli anni di sentirsi forti in massa ed essere il primo del branco
La prima sbronza era alla prima festa
La prima stronza che ho tradito aveva un altro in testa
Il primo cadavere che ho visto stava in una Clio
Il figlio morto a fianco io
Era la prima volta che mi scordavo di Dio
La prima volta che ho sognato di stare in cima
Come la prima volta che ho provato a chiudere una cartina
La prima volta non la aspiri
Non è mai come la prima volta che la tiri
Il primo dei mille complessi, i primi favori promessi
I primi amici sono ancora gli stessi
La prima volta che vai oltre è come fosse l'unica
L'ultima volta che hai pensato "Questa è l'ultima"
The crowd applauded and the presenter said: "Second round: P.E.S vs Young wild and free"
Oggi voglio stare sul divano collassato
Frate passo solo dalla Champions League al Campionato
Zio crossami la palla che rovescio
Intorno a me c'è tutta la curva della Playstation
Aspirano e poi fanno cori e gesti tipo: Ale oh oh!
Siamo tutti fuori messi tipo Leo oh oh!
Sono goleador zio, più boss del turnover
Come Adebayor prima punta, numero 9!
Scrivo finché scrocchiano le dita
Frate tanto qui c'è birra e weeda
L'anti dolorifico per la partita
Calcio Champagne, smarcato Neymar
Pato goal profumato zio, Paco Rabanne!
Compro e vendo giocatori dal Nintendo, vecchia scuola
Sono il Re del mercato come Mino Raiola
Sono pronto al match frate io ho le dita coi tacchetti
Dammi solo una boccia e una Moretti, oh!
Uh, uhm, so what I keep 'em rolled up
Saggin' my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas
Keep it player for these hoes
It look clean don't it
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501 jeans on it
Roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers
And smoke them hoes down 'til they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I'm with your bitch smokin' grade A
You know what
It's like I'm seventeen again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin', on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
Oh my god, I'm on the chase, Chevy
It's gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it
Dippin' away, time keeps slippin' away
Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay
Tippin' like I'm drippin' in paint
Up front, four blunts, like, "Khalifa put the weed in a J"
"I think that he went better this time" I admitted, since the crowd applauded him for a longer time
"It doesn't matter" said Sfera "You're going well..."
Third round: "Thrift shop" vs "Storia di un presunto artista"
Nah walk up to the club like, what up, I got a big cock!
I'm just pumped, just bought some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
The people like, Damn! That's a cold ass honkey.
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in them
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' and
And savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you) Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like Aw, he got the Velcros
La musica mi ha sempre fatto più male che bene
Per questo mi fermo spesso a pensare se stiamo assieme
Non riesco più ad andare a queste cene con le iene
Cercando di bilanciare il bere a ciò che vi conviene
Sono stanco, e non lo diresti mai
Ma non sai quanto mi agito se salgo sopra un palco
A volte piango ma mi manca così tanto
Quando eravamo solo io e te ed un foglio bianco
E so che sbaglio perché voglio tutto e subito
Ma vivere di musica è come fare l'amore in luogo pubblico
Ti senti sudicio e i passanti ti sputano addosso
Solo perché tutti quanti vogliono essere al tuo posto
E se ti sembro stronzo perché un po' ti ho trascurato
È perché sono passato da innamorato a tuo impiegato
Ma sai meglio di me che non ho mai davvero amato
Chi non mi ha lasciato almeno una volta il cuore spezzato
Ma la cosa che ti sfugge veramente è che (cosa?)
Io sono dipendente da sempre per te
Rido solamente se un fratello c'è
Questi mi vogliono buttare giù e fanno un cervello in tre
Non vi sento più, ho fatto buon viso a cattivo gioco
Ma adesso che guido il gioco vi schivo e sorrido poco
Non mi fido di chi è amigo de todos, siamo soli
Vedo il ghigno sopra volti mezzi sciolti dai liquori e scopro
Che ogni critica è un macigno tu ci credi o no
Ho messo il cuore in uno scrigno come Davy Jones
La notte è insonne e dà risposte che non so
Mentre cerco la mia identità con Jason Bourne
Io sono quello che tace e non acconsente
Cerca ancora la sua pace interiore ma inutilmente
Tu sei quella che per me c'è stata ed è sempre presente
Pronta a dare tutto a me che sono niente
This time the crowd made a standing ovation: "I think it's for you, G" noticed Kenny
"Do you really think that?" I asked "Thrift Shop is one of the most famous songs ever"
"Yes, bro" intervened Sfera "But the song you chose is a masterpiece, and the lyrics has given great emotions to the public..."
It was time for a challenge that I know I would have lost: "Rap God" vs "Il rap nel mio paese"
So you'll be Thor, I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs, I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head
A zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
And pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't
Utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this
Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoah Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
I immediately noticed one thing: "Why didn't he do the extrabeat?"
"Because he's a chicken!" exclaimed Cartman "He didn't want to do another poor figure..."
"Now show your little ace in the hole..." invited Kyle
Fabri Fibra più mistico di Shiva
Artista come Ligabue, solista dal 2002
Futuristico Akira attira
Ma l'artista è come il cazzo sotto coca, prima o poi si ritira
A casa ho lampade Floss, la strumentale di Ross
In copertina la scritta Squallor disegnata da Foss
Come va raga tutto a posto, stai composto il rap è esploso
Faccio testi malati, after party al pronto soccorso
Questa musica è sempre diversa eppure in pista la gente saltella
Tatatapapapa tutti la stessa metrica sembra la tarantella
Io ti rimando a scuola, col microfono nella cartella
Togli la base non c'è problema, posso andare anche a cappel-la
Non ci si crede chi mi ascolta si rivede
Odio i rapper banali, chi li produce e chi li segue
Dieci in comunicazione
Non uso mai l'inglese ora faccio un'eccezione
Fuck Konye!
The piece was really short, but my choice to change the last word from "Fedez" to "Konye" had paid off, since the crowd literally exploded: "You scuttled him!" exclaimed Stan
"We're only on the half of the challenge" I answered "I have to continue..."
The following clash promised fire: "Vendetta" vs "Ok Alright"
La mia vendetta è che i tuoi figli ascoltano i miei testi
E sognano di diventare quello che detesti
La mia missione è di educarli a essere ribelli
Vogliono tutti placcarmi come nel rugby
Tu mettiti l'anima in pace, La mia è in guerra
E prima l'ho detto a mia madre e poi a Universal
Il disco più che Status è Ultimatum Alla Terra
In viaggio per l'isola d'Elba, Isola l'erba
Tu butta petali di rosa, Perché ho un flow reale
Purple weed, orange G, Tema floreale
Euro gialli verdi viola, Eurora boreale
Per le macchine Germania, Niente coreane
Io so che il mondo non si cambia, Si governa
Vogliamo somigliare a quelli a cui sputiamo merda
Ci danno in pasto nuovi vizi, Nuova merda
E noi ce li prendiamo tutti come l'influenza
I miei colleghi lucrano sopra l'ingenuità
Fan con disturbi della personalità
Onestà, onestà insegnano ai licei
Onestà, sì la stessa che ha fottuto i miei!
Tu speri ancora che la legge faccia il tuo interesse
E' come chiedere se è buona a chi la vende
Nel mio quartiere siamo al verde
Però c'è il verde, Giocano i figli delle serve
La nostra gente, Zona Barona
Sai che abito in prima linea
In guardaroba ho solo abiti prima linea
Ed eravamo tutti amici prima dei contratti
Prima dei soldi, Ma chi cambia son quelli
Che non l'hanno fatti
Tra il dire e fare so che hai scelto di tradire, infame
Io schifo i soldi ma amo quello che ci puoi comprare
Sono 10 anni che non vendo più la vita ad ore
E 15 anni che mia madre guarda Un Posto Al Sole
Bottom bitch say ho!
Know you on top when the top get floored
Crib where the cop won't go
Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice
Tell a bitch get right make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga hit that twice
Should have never let us niggas in
Got my first M 2012
Now a hundred K in the mail
Free another hommie on bail
Money low her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell me money ain't shit
When you tried to tell me water won't whip
When you tried to say this quarter won't flip
Since Snoop who the other rich crip
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip
Walk on with a twenty yard clip
Walk on while a real nigga limp
Black nigga green grass no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set
Feel like I died on that cross hang on
The judgement of the crowd seemed balanced that time (the songs come from two beautiful albums), and I was ready to answer to the first American song: the famous extrabeat that I nominated before came from "Veleno 6", that faced "Hotline Bling".
Le tecniche che cerchi tu, c'ho
Seh, faccio un pezzo sopra al bumcha da denuncia
Te ti brucia che spacco pure se sbaglio la pronuncia
M un colpo di Mauser, tu un Taser
Quante barre scrause che fate
Vi consiglio delle pause
Piangi in ogni singolo, sembra che hai la sindrome di Münchhausen
Le rime che cerchi non le spunto, le archivio
Fai cagare quando rappi in studio e dal vivo
Se mi spari torno, sono vendicativo
Living dead, Mad il vampiro
Torno dalla morte, da Caronte
Sale dalle catacombe, scala il monte
Il tuo bro scappa forte, sbarra porte
Perché sa che il mio flow è una Colt e spacca calotte
Spingo troppo finché doppio il suono
Fumo l'oppio e chiudo gli occhi, Hiroshima
Scavo tombe tipo l'Etna
Salgo in vetta, sgancio bombe tipo Vietnam, Indocina
Scemo impara la gavetta, tirocina
Ci ricopiano a manetta, tipo Cina
Li mangiamo tipo M&M's
M e Gem sono tipo Rei e Kenshiro, voi Shiro e Mila
I stopped the crowd's voices with my hand, than I started my extrabeat:
No io non finisco, sennò questi dicono che non ho voglia
Fanno come quella tipa che non dice che è una troia
Poi si ingoia i miei coglioni come dei ravioli
Perché dice sì come a Valsoia
Quando me li ingoia mentre guido metto la seconda
Lei che mi asseconda, mi diventa tipo una sequoia
Mentre bevo Cognac, cazzo che vergogna
Da mezz'ora giro a 'sta rotonda
Ogni barra è un missile balistico di Putin
Ho lo stile fisico, quantistico, ti chiudi
Per rifarlo pure se è impossibile ne ho visti tributi
Rappo per altri venti minuti
Metricamente autistico, avanguardistico
Ho fatto lo scientifico, mica l'artistico
Sto con Labadini, gonfio Napapijiri
Davide di là che gira papiri
The crowd exploded another time: it was the first time that I got that part perfectly: "Fantastic, fantastic!" continued to repeat Sfera, and I gave five to my whole team, while Lil T started with Hotline Bling.
These days, all I do is
Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards for someone else
Wonder if you're rolling up a Backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else
You don't need no one else
You don't need nobody else, no
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
You was in the zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you're someone else
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
"This is his first bonus refrain, the part was really short without it" explained Sfera
"But I think you've been a little more impressive..." pointed out Kyle, while the crowd applauded politely
Following challenge: "Humble" vs "Disgusting"
Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man?
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all
Leggere un tuo testo è come legger Lercio
Cambio un flow per pezzo, sono il nuovo Guercio
'Sta tipa è un cesso che sembra un Picasso
Ci provo lo stesso, non ho occhi sul cazzo
Così ignorante dentro un pezzo
Invece così acculturato dentro quello dopo
Questo è il motivo principale
Per cui puoi schiaffarti in gola questo telescopio
Il rap italiano sa di sottopalla
Un harem nella stanza, sono Umberto Smaila
Sono fresco, Saila, dai tu che ne sai fra'
Esclusivo Tidal, tu Temptation Island
Spacco e tu no, in strada mi chiamano "El Verdugo"
Se rimo non fare quella faccia, dai bro
Piangi nell'angolo, Walter Nudo
Ho più figa che flow
Oh oh oh oh oh
Sorry fool, you're disgusting
Sorry fool, you're disgusting
You look sick, why you coughing?
Ho più figa che flow
I decided to use my first "bonus refrain" for that song, since it was in English and I wanted another dissing: I could see Konye's anger while singing an pointing my finger to him, while the public burst into laughs.
"May we change the title of the show into 'Konye East's funeral?" asked Cartman
I laughed, but then returned to focus on the following round: "90MIN", one of my favorite songs, vs "Sicko Mode"
Both of us had decided to use the other "bonus refrain", and I was the one who started.
Yah, questa è l'Italia
Scuola alle suore
Squadra del cuore
Giuro l'ador-
Senza lavor-
Senza rancor- (ehi)
Questa è l'Italia, sì (ehi)
Questa è l'Italia, sì (ehi)
Questa è l'Italia, pistole e dialetto
Parlano stretto
Frate', non è che non sento
È che proprio non capisco cazzo mi hai detto
Caffè ristretto, corretto
L'estate, il fottuto Cornetto
Ragazzi cresciuti al campetto (Goal per l'Italia)
Poi scendere in piazza per fare a mazzate
Baciare gli anelli di mani mozzate
Disoccupati con ferie pagate
La mafia non fa la vacanza, ti uccide d'estate
Ci fanno una serie TV e tutto è già visto come un déjà vu
La tecnologia che ci porta lontano
Facciamo fatica a parlare italiano
Ora ho problemi sociali
Fortuna, quest'anno vinciamo i mondiali
When the refrain came, I started to jump on the ring, and the crowd followed the rhythm of the music clapping their hands.
Prego, sedetevi comodi
Sta cominciando lo show
È come volare in economy
Ma senza le buste del vomito
Corpi vestiti di graffi
Le facce che cercano schiaffi
Ma trovano sempre gli applausi
Applausi, applausi, applausi, applausi
Applausi, applausi, applausi, applausi
Novanta minuti di applausi
The whole stadium seemed to listen to my indications, since they applauded for a long time before Lil' T started with "Sicko Mode"
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
"In my opinion, he made the wrong choice" declared Stan
"Yes, he could sing the first part without throwing his bonus away..." commented Kenny "It's basically a suicide..."
"These are his own fucking business" I said "But it's positive for us..."
The penultimate challenge involved "Star Wars", another interesting dissing, and "Panini".
Fibra è il motivo se rappo
Mica il motivo se spaccio
Lo sai che 'sta traccia la spacco
Come la tua faccia da cazzo
Star Wars perché siete dei cloni del cazzo
Mio figlio piuttosto che il rapper giocherà a calcio
Ci han detto, "Non c'è né lavoro né cash
Se spari, però, guai a te", ma cos'è?
Sei David Guetta, zio, non fare il gangsta
Sto coi criminali e neanche uno rappa
Lo sbirro dice ho gli occhi rossi
Sì, sono allergico agli stronzi
Certi posti pure se ti sposti
Restano attaccati come Post-it
Non voglio aiuto da una figa
Puoi salvarmi, sì, sulla rubrica
Sesso sicuro perché me la danno
Il preservativo lo sfilo sborrando
Non voglio aiuto da una figa
Puoi salvarmi, sì, sulla rubrica
Ho la tipa più figa dell'anno
Tu c'hai una figa, ma al posto del cazzo
Fibra è il motivo se rappo
Mica il motivo se spaccio
Tu vuoi fottere con me
Sei meno duro del mio cazzo
Ne ho passate tante
Ma le ho fumate anche (gang-gang-gang)
Ho un amico che fa le rapine
Ma non ho fatto quella fine
"Bel Paese" una minchia
Ho mangiato più merda che pizza
Per fortuna che faccio l'artista
Altrimenti facevo l'autista
Tutti amici se pippi
Ed è colpa vostra perché
Si apre la busta e si abbracciano tutti
Come a "C'è Posta Per Te"
Every single insulting word was accompanied by a "whoa" of approval from the crowd: "They apparently started to support you" noticed Sfera
"This is our greatest achievement" I commented, then Lil' T started
I thought you want this for my life, for my life
Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied
Just say to me what you want from me
Just say to me what you want from me
I thought you want this for my life, for my life
Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied
Now when it's all done, I get the upper hand
I need a big Benz, not another fan
But I still want you as a fan
I'ma need to sit down, don't mean to make demands
But I need you to...
Say to me what you want from me
Just say to me what you want from me
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (hey)
"Are we sure that East understands something about music?" asked Stan
"I'm not so sure of that anymore" I commented "He literally cut the refrain out, it almost seems that he wants me to win..."
"Don't waste your voice, moron!" exclaimed Cartman "There is the Grand Finale!"
"Yeah, you have to put all your remaining voice here" reminded Sfera.
My last choice was "Machete Satellite" that had to be played after "Highest in the room"
I got room
In my fumes (yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room (it's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (let's go)
She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I'm doing a show, I'll be back soon (soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (nah)
Now I got her in my room (ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (ah)
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie (yeah)
Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die
Keep the pistol on my side (yeah)
I took a deep breathe before starting: my song had to be almost totally shouted.
Per favore chiama un taxi (brr, brr)
Ho il vento in testa, nelle tasche ho venti sassi (brr, brr)
Siamo in giro per le strade come Justice (ehi)
Questa merda è classic (ehi)
Fra, che ti entra in casa tipo Just Eat, a schiaffi (aoh)
That was the time, and when I started shouting another great roar made the stadium shake.
Smart working Class Hero
Da zero fino a San Siro
Diamante grezzo tipo zaffiro
Bro, ma leva il ferro, quello da stiro
Sono on point, big joint
Leggenda, Big Floyd, Sig Freud, G Floyd
Okitask
Parte la mascella, sono il film "The Mask"
Sono un visionario tipo ayahuasca
Frate, sto su Marte, chiama Elon Musk (Uoh)
Dischi di platino, calze bucate
Dormo per terra fra tipe ubriache
Anche se ho fatto 'sti soldi a palate
Ti giuro, le cose non sono cambiate
La vita più amara, fra, mostro di cera
Mi fumo la para, la giro a bandiera
Ti chiedi se adesso la vita è più bella
Mi chiudo in me stesso ché fuori si gela
Dormo di notte e precipito (brr)
Mi sveglio più livido (brr)
Odio la droga, ma amo quel brivido
Perché è urgente chiama un taxi
Non fotti con Machete e FSK, sta in aria come se avesse le ali
Hai problemi coi tuoi demoni, due giri e roulette russa
Passa in zona a testa bassa
Ogni live è una denuncia
A final standing ovation saluted the end of the challenge: "Congratulations, guys" said the presenter, reuniting us at the center of the ring "It was a great night of music, but now the word passes to the public: press the left button you have next to your seat, if you preferred JustG, and the right one if you preferred Lil' T. Ready? Go!"
The result appeared on the big screen after a few seconds of anxiety: Lil'T 6789, JustG 13211: "Italy wins!" announced the presenter, raising my arm
"YEEEAH" I shouted, started jumping on the stage
The four kids and Sfera invaded the ring, hugging me: "You did it, you crazy son of a bitch!" exclaimed Cartman
"My brother has won!" exclaimed Kyle, excited
"My coach has won!" added Stan
"All Italy has won thanks to him" precised Sfera "You're all invited to my concert, next week! We've shown to the world that our country is growing and has to be respected"
I was shocked and was almost crying from happiness, when Lil' T approached to me: "Congratulations, bro" he said "You'd performed better than me, you deserved it: I didn't agree with the choices of my boss, I was obeyed to sing those songs, I've proably lost for this reason..."
"Thank you" I answered, shaking his hand "You were great, I hope you'll become famous one day..."
Kanye was not so honest, and left the stadium after the proclamation of the winner: "I think he's not so happy, huh?" commented Kenny
"Maybe" I replied "So he'll understand how to choose the songs..."
When I opened my Instagram, I saw thousands of tags from Italian and American friends, unknown people and also some of my favorite rappers, that were congratulating with me for my performance.
I was really excited: when I returned to school on Monday a lot of students thanked me for making them discover new music, Sfera's concert was fantastic and it was really fun to see the soccer team that tried to sing my songs in a terrible Italian...
But none of these things was beautiful as the kiss that Jessie gave me after the exhibition, when we went out of the Pepsi Center: "I love you, you has been fantastic!"
The right prize for a champion...