Tekster:
Clan Zero

Avrei dovuto Parlarti di indiani e cowboys Di coyotes, di grandi vallate Di transumanze Serpenti a sonagli e Torta di mele, gli apaches e john wayne

Tutto okkei ho capito che Potrei volendo fare a meno di te Grattando via la tua ombra dal muro Su di me cammello e cruna E i raggi prigionieri della

Se ti vedo con qualcuno Ti brucio viva..e non finisce qui perche? Se per caso te ne esci da sola Ti brucio viva...si Se mi parli di marzio Ti brucio

't be defeated like 'Nobody Beats the Wiz' Like, when Daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth

married, to some d-cup breasteses With music, weed, and porno as my mistresses [chorus] We all weirdos, anti-hero's The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero

mind frustrated, you joined their clan, for legal butchery of innocent men, Now you're a man since you joined their clan, now you're a zero, a zero-ego

got a grudge and the grudge won't budge But nigga's gotta do what a nigga's gotta do What's nigga gotta do to make dough and watch the zeros grow I'm

yourself black man? Trying hard to be the original man - who? The first man, with the first tan, on the first land With the first clan, who gives a

more Exploring for a grip on immortality until the final score Pain, corruption, with blood in my hands I should have known what I've done Some family clans