AM 1997 (a fortress for Alvah/sad freestyle)

[Verse]
Tre, due, uno
Ti caccio queste rime in culo
Ti faccio uno con le carte
Non fare il passivo con me
Mi spiace ma ci andiamo a fare un tiro di tè a Midtown Manhattan io te e Bull e qui chi c'è? Gregory Corso
Non lo leggo più da quando ho visto
Che nel 2001, deja vu:
Sutra finali dentro ai libri e la faccia che mi stressa
È quella di un colibrì mentre eravate alla festa
Ed io non c'ero, che pezza
(...) Avarakedavra non te lo farò mai (...)

One, two, three, four
For the day I was gone
One, two, three, four
For the day I received your phonecall
One, two, three, four
For the people we were in New York
One, two, three, four
For my pessengers round the state
One love
For all we lived and left undone
One love
For all the people round the world when I'm gone, one love
And I received two phonecalls from the President of the USA

Tre, due, uno
Ti caccio queste rime in culo
Ti faccio uno con le carte
Non fare il passivo con me
Mi spiace ma ci andiamo a fare un tiro di tè a Midtown Manhattan io te e Bull e qui chi c'è? Gregory Corso
Non lo leggo più da quando ho visto
Che nel 2001, deja vu:
Sutra finali dentro ai libri e la faccia che mi stressa
È quella di un colibrì mentre eravate alla festa
Ed io non c'ero, che pezza
(...) Avarakedavra non te lo farò mai (...)

One, two, three, four
For the day I was gone
One, two, three, four
For the day I received your phonecall
One, two, three, four
For the people we were in New York
One, two, three, four
For my pessengers round the state
One love
For all we lived and left undone
One love
For all the people round the world when I'm gone, one love
And I received two phonecalls from the President of the USA

Tre, due, uno
Ti caccio queste rime in culo
Ti faccio Uuu ...

[Bridge]
You need just one strophe
Of my rap
And I'll make you feel like
As if that
'68
Didn't happen yet
Breakneck-speed
To get you weed
No, I decided
These ages
Friend, on these ages we go
(Again)
Years have passed since I was gone
I'ma find you back Rome, bro
Come home
I'ma look and look for streets and rest
I'ma found you on a mountain
We'll meditate together, that's
A promise, homie

[Blues]
Together we feel the night
You remember just the feelin of "night" my love
I listend to it and wiped all night
I listend to the tears and cried, my friend
Fifty years have passed around these bridges
Fifty years and I lose your friendship, friend
I wonder if you remember me at night
While you smoke your sack of weed tonight, my love
Don't ever treat me like as if I'm gone Because I'm falling on your sky
I'll be onky a kid in there writing books in my room
With my lil Actaeon kid, my pal in Rome
My high high highest high, my highest weed, my best friend
My man like you were too in there
Do'nt go today alone
Go call some of my peers, your peers your peers
And find a good place and home in Norway
A place where you can sleep and stay well
I'm drawing doves on my face, and you: excell
And write your poetries, my love
And I'll sing yours in the sky til the moon dies
My word
Don't forget me, allright? Right
You and me know well what is like
To be in hell and bring heaven
Bring heaven to the world when I'm far
Bring heaven to the heart from skies apart
And I wanna be on a vacation
Truth
Old Bull
He knows you well, so meet him too
Alone, alone