Caparezza

"Being a friend of Baldan Bembo, | they are a silence | that can become music The friend is something that the more there is, | it is a silence that wants to become music"

"I like the cinema | and a lot, | that's why they call me old. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"I have a second-hand Tipo | that works for me as a pub, as a disco and as a sofa, | I'm here, like a lark this is my branch. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"Immune to the trash | of the costume TV | in flight without feathers | in a volume of comics | under the light | there is no comparison. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"You live on memories, | gentlemen, and games, | of sincere hugs, | of kisses and fires, | of all moments, | sad and funny, | and not of moments | sadly funny. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"At the beginning of my career I was terrified of becoming a one-shot singer, from one song and away. Instead I managed to distract people from my so-called hits, like Fuori dal Tunnel for example, which for me are just songs."

"Reality down from me is a virtual reality and how, | I have the distinct feeling that everything dissolves into a soap bubble... (from Juuda me, n. 9)"

"They call it emancipation | that of getting the lamps in the South. (from Juuda me, n. 9)"

"I'm up in the South which is on me | and in the South I'm succubus. (from Juuda me, n. 9)"

"How is it that a fact on the steps is just a fact | and on a stage is it always cool? (From In the land of fools, n. 10)"

"You, | stingy more than a brand store, | go to the gallows, | you know more of bullshit than a Turkish. (from In the land of fools, n. 10)"

"Lucignolo, | you have the name of a stoppino, | you are a saw, | I'm a puppet, | don't be close to me, | damn. (from In the land of fools, n. 10)"

"Bush?! Saddam?! Arafat?! Sharon?! | (Mah...) The new Benetton collection... (Yuhuuu!) | I wish you an electrifying life, | electrocuted by the current of a hair dryer! (From Juuda me, n. 9)"

"Those who only rap about content are often lacking in flow, they cannot express themselves freely either in terms of metrics or rhymes because they have to give a complete meaning to what they say, and in doing so they risk losing a lot of opportunities to come up with funny and interesting metrics which however have the flaw of not being functional to the discussion."

"From the tunnel, from every tunnel, one comes out trying to think with one's own head, not to be standardized and to be able to build an individual vision of the world."

"There are definitely some rappers who don't like me. This is clear. Even some musicians don't look favorably on me. It's a normal thing, if it were just out of empathy. It's not like that, but I don't actually care. I have never been influenced by anyone, not even by the expectations of the fans, let alone by my colleagues. There is ostracism against me. The biggest truth is that I have no interest in the opinion of the rap scene. Who cares, I say. I'll get out of it. All music is compared to cultural phenomena, even smooth music is, but I refuse that there is a sectoral and inelastic way of seeing music."

"It is always good to distinguish the word from the example: I am not a paladin. I express what I feel and what I care to communicate with the hope that my critical sense on certain issues can serve to support those who try to improve this society."

"You find a job, you lose it, you start over again, | your Via Crucis in a provincial capital. (from Alita gli aniComposed for the soundtrack of the film Viva l'Italia., 2012)"

"My nation leaves everyone breathless: | "Boss, Italy for the Italians!" | Italy breathes ani, Italy breathes ani. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)"

"With a strike you try to shake your head, | what does he actually do other than shake his head? (from Alita gli ani, 2012)"

"Your story is not that of a blackcap, | you don't get grades, but kicks in the face, Capoeira, | balancing on the rope from one end to the other, | subordinate, you pass from one end to the other. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)"

"I was in a small city park, | immersed in the chirping of a thousand birds, | cip cip cip cup and among a thousand distractions, | even the one inside the trousers can be felt, | stay calm and listen to this story, it's hilarious, | about what happened to me so as not to get it on myself. (from Tengo duro, n. 1)"

"If I hold on, something will be remedied, | in front of me a girl reads the "Divine Comedy", | but how do these people read in the tram, I don't know, | but I just know that I'll have to wait a bit but in the meantime. (from Tengo duro, n. 1)"

"I'm happy to let myself go away, | I buy kilos and kilos of lottery tickets | and I think of a rude man's journey, | with palm leaves waved by half-naked girls | to millions of millions | to dive into it like Scrooge McDuck. (from It Only Happens in Films, n. 2)"

"The miniskirt exalts you, | brings you to the limelight | and when it's short it makes you taller | heats up when the butt holds tight, | elegant on the butt that shakes | or by bicycle, | lying on the seat, | to make a massacre of hearts along the way. (from Women in miniskirts, n. 7)"

"The dream captures for hours and hours and hours, | sometimes it makes war, sometimes it makes love | and when you close your eyes you never know what happens, | goodbye to your life, see you tomorrow in the morning, | as calm as inside your pyjamas, | I hold my pillow like a child | who perhaps becomes a girl to me | or perhaps it reminds me of the stifled crying in the darkness of the cradle. (from E la notte se ne ne, n. 1)"

"How many times have I remained crouched, | that I felt like an abandoned dog, | I looked back and didn't see anyone anymore | and I took it out on fate | and right on the edge of the abyss | that I was only asking for help from myself, | I saw in the blackest night of mourning | a star that illuminated everything for me. (from My lucky star, n. 6)"

"Outside the rules music is rubbish, | challenge Caparezza only if you're up to it, "ah ha", | because if your free-style sobs | I already know that I will open you like a mussel | and your carriage, at half time, becomes a pumpkin again | and you have to go out with a wig, | better not to be recognized | in the family when it becomes a clan. (from Tutta flava e famiglia, n. 3)"

"While I reflect on my position, | here, sheltered, | under a black umbrella | which guards my silence like a monastery: | «I've learned not to trust you, | deceiving water, | I don't like your sound, | even if, for some this is music that travels, | for me it remains a damned rainy day." (from Damned rainy day, n. 4)"

"As in my sea of thoughts | of which I am shipwrecked in my serious moments, | I think of the rivers, who grow fat like pigs, | then they overflow, and the walls of the houses collapse, | under the lightning catastrophes of a few moments | which have the price of a life, | waiting for clear weather to come. (from Damned rainy day, n. 4)"

"My shoes are soaked, my bones too, | my fears echo like distant thunder. (from Damned Rainy Day, n. 4)"

"Here is the jewelry seller, | broke a beer bottle and made rings with it, | they cost as much as a panettone, | calling you is like competing to see who is the biggest idiot. (from Telemonnezza, n. 5)"

"My problems come out like mushrooms | they echo in my mind like a bongo solo, | they are muds that dirty me, grease me, immobilize me if | I go mad as in a check against the king, | even if I got out of it | I admit that I am attracted to it like a bee in a field of flowers, | like a drunkard among liquors, | they go up and down inside me like hotel elevators | and even if I went to the Seychelles | they would chase me, they would wait for me | at the gate like a dog when the cat is on the tree. (from Vivo in inquietudine, n. 11)"

"Caparezza in my opinion is the only main-stream artist who really makes a difference here in Italy and the fact of being his friend and precious collaborator for years makes me a satisfied and grateful person. (Diego Perrone)"

"You must always grasp the compelling absurdities that he says about Caparezza... some expressions that perhaps you cannot immediately understand what they mean, but of an almost enigmatic beauty, as if they were riddles at times... of the words that stand there to think but what is Caparezza saying? And then you realize that in the context it is linear, it is perfect. (Roberto Vecchioni)"

"And take a quick look at the news | and discover that in Japan a poodle marries his vet, | fuck! This Turi is truly legendary, | better than Capare...mmmhh but is it really necessary? (Turi)"

"I saw Caparezza overturn on his bike | after I broke his brakes with the root breaker. (Fabri Fibra)"

"In Italy I would like to collaborate with Caparezza, who is snubbed by the rap world, even if in my opinion he is one of the few who always manages to put content even in the most danceable pieces... (Shade)"

"«Is it okay to tarnish your country to sell records?» In a normal country he wouldn't sell any. (Gianfranco Rotondi:)"

"I don't have it against him, but I find it absurd that he is seen in a more intellectual way than me because he is long-haired and badly dressed and condemns politicians for things that even stones know. (Marracash)"

"For this reason the most convincing at the May Day Concert 2012 was Caparezza, a talented madman who expresses protest in an obliquely cheerful way. (Andrea Scanzi)"

"All the criticism that doesn't listen to us | if you act busy unless you are Caparezza. (Marracash)"

"If being the MC means being a bricklayer who builds | the calligraphic rhyme is as stylish as it is static, | practice practically absent of theory, | it's not my story, well yes, I'm not an MC, but so be it. (from The Hoe Shoe, n. 1)"

"The human race craves a fate that smacks of clinical death, | but he recites the usual cynical mimicry: | «Okay, that's it for today but tomorrow uou hou, uou hou!» (from But tomorrow uou hou, n. 8)"

"Easy to stay blind as an alley, | dumb f*cking puppet for my ventriloquist. (from Mea culpa, n. 2)"

"I strongly wanted to grow tired of madmen | to understand that I wasn't among them | but among the rebels. (from Mea culpa, n. 2)"

"I would like to know my language less than Biscardi, | criticize scrawl drawn by Sgarbi, | put hair under Barbie's armpits, | knowing that Wilma is having it out with Barnie, | who secretly Red Ronnie gorges himself on meat. ref>, n. 3)"

"Everything that is there, is already there. | So what happens in my pieces? | I will make the impossible possible | until reality is made possible. (from Everything there is, n. 3)"

"I would like to raise chalices like a perfect priest, | Marilyn Manson will be my altar boy. (from All There Is, n. 3)"

"Shout | thinking about jewels, waste, | these mothers attached to the rings more than Yuri Chechi, | they go to the hairdresser and don't make love so as not to ruin their hair | and dads blowjobs on the buttocks of Pirelli calendars. (from Mammamiamammà, n. 4)"