LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
Oh, come on, Fiber
Come on, hunt two rhymes
Come on
Ehm (hahaha)
It is better to have a dead person in the house than to dissare Fiber
I get the monkey for every rapper who quotes me
I deny defeat, disgust
Fame is a whore who looks at you and tells you
'You're not my type'
I have a thousand punch lines, I'm like kicks in the belly
My rhymes bench, beat like Tatanka
My girl is a saint, I hate my whole childhood
I spit shit as long as rap finances me
I made money but I remain myself (myself)
I fill 'sti sheets, how much time I lost (I lost)
Half of Milan raps like Guè, the other like Marracash
The public is fine with the same (the same)
The true recognizes the true (seh)
I always have a full fridge (seh)
I used to bring my verses on cassettes
And then I would find the demo in the stereo
The demo in the stereo
The demo in the stereo
In the stereo
Okay, do we want to talk a bit about discography?
I had sick rap before the pandemic
They said I wouldn't finish a minchia
Too bad I also did platinum with 'Mr. Sympathy'
My accent flies away, never comes back
From Marche to Lombardy, like 'va dà via el cu''
And even though I was better before, I always have another rhyme
I don't miss heroin, fuck I say, irony
I have nothing against gays who want to rap today (no)
Take that microphone and say the fuck you like (seh)
And also get paid, but don't disagree with me, fra'
Those who have tried now are underground like the Carrà
I made money but I remain myself (myself)
I fill 'sti sheets, how much time I lost (I lost)
Half of Milan raps like Guè, the other like Marracash
The public is fine with the same (the same)
The true recognizes the true (seh)
I always have a full fridge (seh)
I used to bring my verses on cassettes
And then I would find the demo in the stereo
The demo in the stereo
The demo in the stereo
In the stereo
You can't understand how the fuck they make rappers
They fall asleep and dream that they sell me the goods
But I find it funny
For now, music is the only amazing
Don't talk to me about envelopes, I wrapped demo tapes
I sent them all over Italy to every DJ (every DJ)
And I don't aim your tipe, but if I wanted I could
And she too, too, she, and she, and she (and she, and she)
Well, how much I like 'sta stuff, nice story (nice story)
There is an envious face for every purple banknote
Same team, same, only the cachet has changed
I always have people around me (because)
Because he understood that
I made money but I remain myself (myself)
I fill 'sti sheets, how much time I lost (I lost)
Half of Milan raps like Guè, the other like Marracash
The public is fine with the same (the same)
The true recognizes the true (seh)
I always have a full fridge (seh)
I used to bring my verses on cassettes
And then I would find the demo in the stereo
The demo in the stereo
The demo in the stereo
In the stereo
The demo in the stereo
In the stereo
The demo in the stereo
In the stereo