Clementino - Hannibal rapper lyrics

[Intro] Ill Bill, Clementino Production, a mostr', napoli dan, bella fràtimo -Vuò sapè comm' è a politic in italia? -Accussì oh! [Verse 1: Clementino] Qui c'è lo stato in mano ad anime infette Elette da cani in manette da anni di sette Sataniche e fette di crani nelle ca**ette E il mio presidente ha la falce di morte e la faccia di Hannibal Lecter Qui c'è chi comanda amico mio I mari e le vette, gli umani, i cecchini e vedette Sicari, armi e baionette, appaio nelle vesti di cannibal rapper, carica il fat cap... perfect Tatticamente, apri la mente, in città fatica niente praticamente La mia nazione muore sotto un dittatore in nome del suo canto pure il santo protettore ha pianto tanto Cantanapoli americano Della migliore tradizione come il professore di vesuviano "Bravo" N'atu Bin Laden, invade, queen mother, Martin Luther King La Madonna piange qui, pare' Aiutatemi!! Ramm'o beat, Ill Bill with Clementin Artist evergreen, tra vip e bandit Napoli, la police fa saglie a cris Immortality!! Peace from Italy [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Is this the new world order of a world gone mad! k**ing machines, listen the murder rap, burn a smack teeth outta ya, mouth-down the ground. Sound of the pound, round of round be twist in up your mouth in a frown Now these just a few thoughts from outta side of the box They wanna murder me cause i be talkin bout them a lot 1live, 1love, 1blow, 1shot it's all it takes to silence the man but the thoughts live on Soakin the seatm standing over your coke, your put Over the top. I'm like the suicide exploses on your block. Another day in diary of a soldier of Jihad, every hollow tips an hapostle and the chrome is your god! They built the pyramids in Egypt. Just Moses arived open the skies spoken to Allah. Smoked ti the most high. Soak in the most lye hard to find. Jordan vibes my sneaker games slaughter guys. Dumb rappers is mortified when i rhime. It borderline's nightmares like wall of eyes, i torture minds in ways that trancend the laws of time. The laws of physics, the laws of modern propriety. Maiter of fact, f** the law i'm at war with society. This is Ill Bill homie you know me homie top of N.Y like T.O.N.Y. i'll pop the coke on your louses, crab phonies, wanna be fonzies ain't nothing but chiachies go ask Joanet. You don't know me. Peace Clemetin, Napoli done, videomind, relief records, la coka nostra, in da place to be, this is B.I.L.L. you know me baby?