I can come in without asking please
Half of this scene owes me a favor
I can come in without asking please
It's like at the pizza party in high school
At sixteen everyone brought drinks, I held a grudge
You come from the buildings but your rap doesn't sting
You don't work a day and get your eyebrows and nails done
As far as I'm concerned, I was on the street even though I was fine
Now I'll show you how a bourgeois destroys you
Look how you're already sweating, in a dirty shirt
I turn the whole alley into a boulevard
The rap scene is such a beautiful stupid girl
She knows how to treat me well if I treat her like a filth
Thanks, I'll push until I feel full
I watched you rejoice in this torment for a couple of years
To have twelve season ticket holders, a bit like Lazio
I can come in without asking please
I'm knocking and you can't hear me
I'm knocking and you can't hear me
They are afraid of me, yes, they are afraid of me
But they pretend nothing happened
I can come in without asking please
When you listen to certain shit out of the speakers
Go to Foh to apologize with your ears down
Go to Fonzi to apologize with your ears down
Go to Maite to apologize with your ears down
At least for all the shit you listen to now
Targeted for being too young by half men
I don't rap, I kiss you on the forehead like the dead
Mothers will cry tears like Niagara, yes
Once I dig the grave, I'll only do it with my own
'Cause I'll piss on your grave, I'll piss on your grave
Yes, I am the Bel Mattè, for everyone I am the Bel Mattè
In a couple of years here they will call me Don Mattè
I enter without knocking because everywhere I am the guest
The flow sends you back underground like a vortex
I can come in without asking please
I'm knocking and you can't hear me
I'm knocking and you can't hear me
Do you think I'm dizzy?
I do it because my dick is spinning
Mato, mato, thanks be to Christ praised
I only have a couple of friends
In a couple of years it will be triumvirate
Yes, it will be triumvirate
Now thanks but I can manage
You think I have violent verses
I'm punching you in the teeth
When I rap they call me the pianist
Because I know how to play the sore keys
I'm from the QT, from the QT, from the QT
And you pray for the QT, you pray for the QT