Not Enough Video (MV)

Isn't it strange? I'm an Italian kid
That raps in English and does it better than you ever did
Maybe not the first language, but at least, I don't
Have to repeat every sentence, when I record one song
(What's wrong?)
Oh, you won't take this anymore? what's wrong?
Tell me what's worst, not having a f*ck to say
Or saying it even if no one gives a f*ck?
It's a jungle, survival of who eats first
Sorry Charles, no selection
When the only thing you have is thirst
I'm a killer for the verses
I'm a sinner don't make me nervous
Be a filler, what's the purpose?
Rather be a winner and deliver
What I face and in any other case
All of this is f*cking worthless
F*cking worthless, f*cking worthless
F*cking worthless, f*cking worthless

Yeah, I do shit on purpose
I f*cking hate boxes 'cause I feel bondless
Bitch I'm the king rap is my fortress
I'm the undertaker
Always busy burying corpses
I have a cemetery underneath my office
Enough with the bullshit, back to the real yo
Not a coin in my pocket but I'll bare-knuckle
This brick walls to keep walk like Mario
'Till I hear my voice on the radio
Coming out of my motherf*cking stereo
And see bitches wave their f*cking pantyhose
Fellas jumping up and down at my crazy shows

I scribble on the pages, maybe a little contagious
Not a rip-off of a famous you better be taking notes
God knows where my lyrics come from, or maybe don't
Only I saw that stone bottom I landed on
Ambitious is an understatement, too big for the container
Where I try to keep my satan locked
You want a song? take a beat, put it on
I'll make the words go, you better hold
To something settled to the pavement
If you don't want to be washed away by my flow
If you don't want to be washed away by my flow
If you don't want to be washed away by my flow

There's no space for a chorus
And no space for a pause cause
All space taken by my flawless
Spits, you better be cautious
This could cause you some heart problems
Me? Unlike your typical promise
I'm real and I'm honest
If I don't like you I'll be sure that you know it
(Yeah)
I don't give a f*ck about the numbers
I don't give a f*ck about being younger
Fat checks? I don't count them I just spit raps
The difference is in the mindset
Do you feel the floor bend?
I became used to balancing all of this crap
Tightrope walker while the wind blows and
The string will soon snap, I don't care
I'll run as fast as I can 'till I get to the end
Even if I have only one chance left
Better start going, the rope is getting stressed
Do you feel it? I do
Man the venom is spilling
The room is filling
You better start swimming
Nah, Nah, Nah I'm not kidding
Imma never leaving
Any task unfinished
While I flow with these rhythms
Just to make a living
The proof that I'm giving
Every time that I'm singing
Of how much I love spitting these lyrics
Just my way to free from the critics
Maybe my mind is not that linear as you think
Do you ever think how hard it is to smile
When every finger in your eyesight
Points to the middle of your head, target acquired
Maybe there's something I hide
When you fall from a height
It's not the speed that doesn't make you survive
It's either the stop
Or the fear that you're gonna crash at the arrive
But everything's fine
As long as I have, my cap on my head
Something to search, songs to end
A mic in my hand, room to expand
A life to plan and then f*ck up all of my projects
Where are my friends? I don't mean a dose of that
I mean... I don't know what I mean, f*ck it
I don't even know what I feel
I look back to all of my sins
Am I enough for the scene?
Family and enemies
I can't really see in between
Man, where is the evidence
Now I'm taking the lead
I'm tryna impersonate the essence
Of giving all you have to succeed

But
What is that I'm missing?
Luck?
I don't believe in coincidences
Stuck
With the fear to snap
Better be clear, shut up
When I talk 'cause I won't stop
'Till I see Blood, I give so much
Every day I could fill a tub
But apparently, it's not enough