BODY PARTS - i denti [English translation]

Marracash

I need to lay down the cellophane first

Zone 6, Barona, bro, South Milan

Come over, they’ll take your tattoos off too

We’re the monsters in the fairytales,

Babadook

We evaluate if you’re serious or infamous, won’t care of your look

Come in person, come face-to-face

Ask about Persona, that’s the new CD

After you listen to it you say,

“Holy shit

How can it cost like the others even if it only has hits?”

(How is that?)

Flow digs holes on heads like whales

I left you alone, look at what happens

Rap’s Civil War is Thaurus and Machete

I am Switzerland, that is rich and where it’s nice

I’m on a canvas, bro, in an art gallery

Like the Lamentation of Christ, Mantegna

I’m on a Defender in Kenya

With the miss hottest Italian singer

Yeah, it seems like the more I tell them to fuck off the more they search for me

Because it’s my rebellion that they want to sell

I move around without bodyguards

My friends are the bodyguard

Respect is the bodyguard

What I wrote is the bodyguard

Marracash (Persona)

I’m an insecure, I don’t accept me

Without proving to anyone, bro, except for me

I can sing almost as good as I rap

Like there was Marracash featuring Marracash

(Marracash)

My dick’s standing up like “nice to meet you”

My nerves are shot and injured by a bitch, different from Me Too

Twenty one grams of soul, Iñárritu

One kilo and a half of brain,

130 IQ

Ice in my look, bro, warm blood

I look for the heart of the problem to stab it

I take my skin off like in Rock Dj, Robbie Williams

My lungs on the radio, bro, on air

The nights in the block, my skeleton and my faith

The blasphemies and the prayers

I see cringe stuff only good for memes

My stomach churns when I see the bros in chains

(Amen)

Forgive my ego at the top of Spotify

You want to eat my liver, but you don’t do it

I always grit my teeth, but I don’t wear the bite

Iron muscles, fool, Iron Mike

It’s always a matter of money

Delete the rest of the conversation

Then get off, yeah, of my eyes

If you own self-preservation

“I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace”

• Artist:Marracash
• Album:Persona (2019)