Some would die for their ideas
Some would kill for their ideas
I know, the difference seems subtle, but it's not
What do you do for others and what do you do for yourself?
I'm too old for some of this shit
And deep down I'm just a rapper, what the fuck do you expect?
With each song I save the world, it's the song of the summer
Fuck you, they keep you alive to finish your payments, but how the fuck are you?
And which side are you on? I won't ask again
Soon you'll vote on your phones, today I'm dancing on the TV
If memory is too short, it's a long déjà-vu
But if history repeats, you'll end up upside-down (1)
And who'll speak first?
If you want gold, go on Zecchino d'Oro (2)
A kid could write these hits
With my bars I turn water into wine
The lyrics I write are like condoms
Cuz this music is good for fucking
But I know more than ten words
Among all these idiots I seem like an intellectual
Among all these fools I seem like Che Guevara if I try to show off
You end up losing money, you end up losing listeners
These assholes end up feeling strong because of the silence
Because of the consensus if they close the ports (3)
They close mouths if you try to oppose them
That's why I've struggled to wake up for days
Sometimes I struggle to make myself clear
I struggle to wake up, I struggle to make myself clear
In the end it'll be all right, but I don't really believe that
I struggle to wake up, I struggle to make myself clear
In the end it'll be all right
I Cani invented Indie, so now everyone's doing it badly (4)
But if Battisti (5) woke up, he would kill you with his own hands
Since I'm just a musician, pardon my ignorance
Will the Basic Income apply to you aspiring influencers too? (6)
You tell me when it's enough, it depends on how much you make
To have a tenth of the followers of Chiara Ferragni's dog (7)
I've seen that some of my friends, too bored in their living rooms
unfortunately haven't noticed what's happening right under their noses
Too busy with events and dinners
You're missing the big picture
I appreciate the effort guys put we need something stronger than a meme
Stronger than an album, than a petition
Stronger than going to Fazio (8) and pretending to be a saint
We need to run risks and get our hands dirty
If today isn't enough do it again tomorrow, then the next day and so on forever
Even if they change their face and their clothes
Even if they change the name of their party
It's the same shit and shit stinks
And those who won't admit it stink just as much
It's clear, they're training you to get out of the way
The problem is something else
Okay, but until when?
(When it'll be too late!)
Some would die for their ideas
Some would kill for their ideas
I know, the difference seems subtle, but it's not
What do you do for others and what do you do for yourself?
I feel responsible for what I write
And I don't owe you anything other than what I write
I don't want to be a diva but I'll rap as long as I can
Till I die on stage, apologizing like Mango (9)
Song details
