You know me for every album I've dropped
Compact, you signed a contract
These guys lost contact
I write your burials
These guys crown themselves kings of the scene
But they left only unfinished works
You think I haven't tried to wash myself
But this sh*t won't come off
I believed too much and now I've got the Normandy landing in my heart
But f*ck nostalgia, I'm not one of those who go gya on beats
Peers call me Johnny
When I rap it's almost magic
You waste a thousand beats and get a thousand boos
You stay Mister X in full hysteria
When MadMan raps slap an Ipse Dixit on it
Because I piss on these rappers like in Killer Instinct
You diss me, then your views go up
When you stop, let us know
My people ask for Mad's encore
I break speakers with rap records
Like a panzer or a missile
Yours are fake like the Yeezy Red
When I jump on the track they say “great story”
'Cause I've got the heaviest flows ever
To rap you ask me for clearance
Or you end up in an operating room
Every quatrain’s a right hook from Oscar De La Hoya
Planets fall like in Melancholia
I don't go to the Cannes festival
But I throw a festival of joints
We stay lost among the plants
Till we see skulls in the flames
Hate-proof and that's a fact
Whoever heard it went mad
Every month I bust my *ss to tighten your noose
We're Scorsese and DiCaprio
When I start rapping it's a rabona
Bro, Joseph and Madonna appear to you
M and Gem, and people compare us
Just us, like Pelé and Maradona
Your rap's the blueprint of a farce
I write a better verse on the toilet
We're the best on the market
My room looks like a coffeeshop
Bro, it reeks of weed like the Dolphins
Yours of sh*t like a toilet
Bro, what problems do you suffer from
I always wear huge glasses
Eyes green, yellow, red
Come and drink at our parties
You faint and wake up somewhere else
I do anything for women like Bang Bros
I've got her next to me, she's as high as Kate Moss
I mix stuff in the thermos
That's why I'm never still
You wanna fly forever, ask the expert!
We were looking for content
Then we didn't hold back
We leapt to the groupies
You took a jump off a cliff
You all know the lyrics by heart
And then you call us sellouts
Against us there's no story
It's like Putin invades you
Of all the roads I didn't choose the right one
We're the best in the field like vodka in Russia
There's no room for you, nobody can fix your flow
I don't go on “C'è posta per te”
But I choose to open the envelope
It's not that you're old school
Bro, you're a hamish rapper
See the shoes I've got on
You lick the sole, Peppe Fetish
The flow runs smooth, wow
You guys have been down for a while