La fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria [English translation]

There is who me as a mad and who madly wants I fail my career, from night till day stubbornly, they put needles into my [voodoo] doll; they undermine the way my soul is walking, they stalk me, the fact is that if I escape the logic it's a tragic ending what they serve to me. The water you throw on my fire becomes fuel, every insult becomes a dummy for my showcase, You have to know that my doctrine gives a fuck of who comes after or who comes before. Who estimates me instigate me to draft this sounds, this verses and "stica"! I enjoy if I think of the bitter that is chewed by who foresees the end of my vitality.

I like that hails on my face the heavy stone-throwing of the insults, I seize that only feel alive at the shell of thatch.

You found your glory on the insults, you brush your teeth with the seltz like Furia, "smile", we are in the air, you sing your victory but I'll spit like a watermelon seed. There is a penury of walls used for the memory, pure vainglory, it's hurts like a tooth my soft spot for the victims of history; they hated them, they humiliated them, they left them to their faith to flirt with them after their death.I take strength from such a torture, and this is why I avoid every judgement, reflection is my vice, my purpose is to make from every end a good beginning, I sate myself with a dictionary more various of the saint from the calendar.

I like that hails on my face the heavy stone-throwing of the insults, I seize that only feel alive at the shell of thatch.

I like to know I'm different, kinky pleasure that I pour in verses on loose papers, in indent of lost days in my remorse, what can be wait from who like me can't adapt to cult, little Mob, labels, if everyone does he stops? Who touches the breasts of the sculpture, he ignores the love and the cure, wisp after wisp I made my thatch, like a tyrant inside his walls I'm not afraid, C A P A, no catch, pure garbage, feel the equipment, it's the mixture that enrages in the heavy stone-throwing of the insults.

I like that hails on my face theheavy stone-throwing of the insults, I seize that only feel alive at the shell of thatch.

• Artist:Caparezza
• Album:?!