[Intro: Nitro]
Aahh
Hombre, hombre
Esto es el Mob

[Verse 1: Nitro]
I shoot my resentment from a TEC-9
You can be an actor, not the bad guy, damn right
With the heart still in stand-by
You've a shitty life, on Instagram it looks like you're in Versailles
Poisonous like Reptile
I pour nitroglycerine on your digestive Summer hit
If I put it in my PC it throws it in the trash bin
Yeah, little head, that's another bad day
So, don't challenge me, that's a wise choice
I hope you don't ruin your fucking necklace
While you're stopping slaps with your face
Up, from my spaceship, I see soldiers at war
And I come down, after years, among humans on Earth
To demoralize myself and to raise the bar
I take my slice then I sell you the recipe
But you don't need a mortuary if you send them to their room
I see a small repertoire and you talk to me about effort
I am not like you, slow down
These guys want me to have beefs in repeat
The life that you have goes in loop, like a gif
Now, when I look down, I see hyenas like Pif
What is it that keeps me here?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I've got the Shinigami flow-oh
You, watch out for who sucks your dick
This life is like a glory hole-hole
My mind is my life vest
But sometimes it makes me take-off
It's not worth it to be transparent
Like these rappers without necklaces, ay
Rap phenomenon on stage
I create bonds, bondage
Real still recognizes real, okay
But don't act like a gunslinger, you are not John Wayne
No pain, no gain
But in my honest opinion, now that I'm here
With my All-Star team
You can call me His Majesty
Do you really wanna fuck with us? No way

[Pre-Hook: Lazza]
Today's really not the right time
I used to say that sometimes
We're like Fontana's canvases
With cuts on our pride
They've shut doors in my face
And know I go everywhere I want
And I should even be sorry
If I'm filling up my wallet?

[Hook: Nitro]
I'm a M.C. with a background, I'm the passe-partout
I'm mainstream, u-underground, I'm the passe-partout
I'm a M.C. with a background, I'm the passe-partout
New rap king, give me the crown, I'm the passe-partout

[Verse 2: Lazza]
Don't act like a gunslinger
Zzala, bro, black Jesus
I grade your album: zero
I've even skipped the première, just think where I was during the encore
You're a true alcoholic
In fact you've a random pussy
You want credibility, but your fans are still picking their nose
I'm chill, with no chamomile Bonomelli
Of disgust, you have the highest rank, like a colonel
I get home with my heart broken, I swear, torn apart
I put band-aids on it, I think: "I'm Nelly"
I'm a solitary guy, these guys instead, bro, they're just worms
I'm angry at your CEO, that thinks he's an artist
He didn't understand how to be a manager
He'd even put on a verse from my album
Then, maybe, you'd understand how far is Heaven, ay
'Zzala' written on every wall in the neighborhood, bro
As if there was written "God's here"
I wonder how long you'll last in this shit
I saw your live show, it looked like my sound check

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I sound good, like a carillon
You think that everybody care about you, bro, I'm sorry, your loved ones don't
When we were kids, we didn't call each other with our names, bro, we used "Ooh-oh"
Feel the weight of my words, it almost seems like I'm writing them in Ra-aw

[Hook: Nitro]
I'm a M.C. with a background, I'm the passe-partout
I'm mainstream, u-underground, I'm the passe-partout
I'm a M.C. with a background, I'm the passe-partout
New rap king, give me the crown, I'm the passe-partout


[Outro: Lazza]
Today's really not the right time
I used to say that sometimes
We're like Fontana's canvases
With cuts on our pride
They've shut doors in my face
And know I go everywhere I want
And I should even be sorry
If I'm filling up my wallet?