[Verse 1: Italian rap male MC, hard swinging drums, theatrical Italian flow] Piazza in the mornin' and the market's comin' in Fish laid out on ice and the tomatoes red as sin Salvatore on his balcony and me out on my chair Eleven years of war and not a word in the air He does the pinch, the purse, the what you want from me I give the chin flick back, that means get lost, you see He bites his knuckle at me, and I slap my elbow, bam Whole market turns to watch and the fishmonger drops a clam Allora, eleven years and he's winnin' every round Got a gesture for my mother that I can't say out loud [Hook: Italian rap male MC, full beat, chanted Italian rap hook] Say less, fra, let the fingers talk Pinch it up, flick the chin, mamma mia, watch me walk Say less, every word is in my hand Whole piazza readin' what you'll never understand [Verse 2: Italian rap male MC, funky wah guitar, fat 808 bass] I practise in the mirror with my hands above the sink Every night I'm workin' moves, I don't sleep and I don't blink Got a new one for the summer, it's a double-handed twist Means your nonna's sauce is somethin' that the tourists wouldn't miss Mamma mia, I deliver it, the whole piazza gasps Salvatore stands up slowly and he folds his arms and laughs Then he does one with his wrist and three fingers and a thumb And the old men in the corner cross themselves and go numb Basta, I'm defeated, so I go back home to stew Eleven years of losin' and I don't know what to do [Hook: Italian rap male MC, full beat, chanted Italian rap hook] Say less, fra, let the fingers talk Pinch it up, flick the chin, mamma mia, watch me walk Say less, every word is in my hand Whole piazza readin' what you'll never understand [Bridge: Italian rap male MC, wordless bars, his vocal sits out four bars and the wah guitar talks back in his place] Birthday comes around, my friends got tape and a grin Tie my hands behind my back, say Gennaro, now you win I walk out in the piazza and my arms are tied up tight Salvatore throws the first one and I can't throw back, can't fight So I stand there, fra, and I don't say nothin' at all [four bars, wah guitar talking, no vocal] And he waits, and he waits, then he cracks and then he falls Laughin' on the cobbles and he's holdin' both his sides Eleven years of fightin' and the quiet one decides [Final Hook: Italian rap male MC, full beat, biggest Italian rap hook] Say less, fra, let the fingers talk Pinch it up, flick the chin, mamma mia, watch me walk Say less, every word is in my hand Whole piazza readin' what you'll never understand [End]
