Salmo: his “Raptilian freestyle” spares no one

A few days ago the first date of the Salmo World Tour 2025 took place in Padua. The show that the artist brought to the stage is the natural evolution of Lebonski Parkthe date-event that only a month ago attracted over 40,000 people to Fiera Milano Live (here is our review). Alongside his live activity, the devil from Sardinia has also added, directed by Andrea Folino, the publication of a “Raptilian freestyle” which features nitroglycerin bars in which he spares no one. There is a lot of irony inside, but also the desire to stick the knife into current events. It all starts from filming a podcast (it is certainly not a coincidence, they are usually spaces in which artists almost never talk about truly uncomfortable topics) in which Mr Thunder appears, the obtuse and politically incorrect record producer, played by Salmo himself, who we have found several times throughout his discography: “Ranch”, his latest album, closes with “End credits” with himself at the center a dialogue between Mr Thunder and Salmo. The latter, in “Raptilian freestyle”, lets off steam by replying to Mr Thunder and lets go fiery bars reminiscent of the piecemeal approach like “90min”.

Below is the text, published on Genius:

When the beat starts what do you expect?
I’ll bust your ass like Enzino Lacchetti
I transform, I’m Arturo Brachetti
If I smoke filtered more than Alba Parietti
I was wrong if I asked you for the feat
How to get Pink to sing with Minor Threat
To stop me do a meet and greet
And then shoot me in the throat like Charlie Kirk
I send the web into a tailspin
I like him as Alfa, baby
I am an open book for the illiterate
When I rhyme you see that the Tetris fits together
I’m not closing the fourth one, who cares
I have Botox, I leave the baby in the car
When I come back from shopping, at least it’s cooked to perfection
Forty degrees under the killer sun
Children go “oh”, mermaids go “nino, nino nino”
Meteorite in the dial, yeah, diamond-tipped tag
To keep up the time, you would need a caregiver
If you ask about rap I’m the guarantor
If you add gossip to the music you make, it sticks to your ears like Bostik
I’ll leave another post-it on the fridge for you to post
Fuck you assholes, Big Lebonski is back
I’m not a moaning trapper
We eat words and no one throws in the towel
I want my cash back on the nail
‘This idiot is out of time and we don’t understand anything
The news is a farce
Break
If something works, why fix it?
I am a dead man, yes, a dead man who speaks
Shit like me stay afloat (Oh, shit)
You know, I have an iron in my head, Robert De Niro
Do you know what fever this is? That of the Nile
Maybe this is why I’m delirious, laughing in the face of another artist in decline
I lowered the window, I thought it was a UFO, but instead it was Biglino
With eyes like an owl, as I scan the morning
I think about that envelope while the postman knocks (Knock-knock)
Raptilian, I have millions of skills
You are rubbish but you are not Thomas Milian
And do you want to do guerrilla warfare? But after the boat holiday, Flotillia
My flow thins you out, breaks the bottle
But don’t touch me, I’m familiar
It’s murder when I speak
You can’t say “genocide” but you can do it, shit
I hate any religion
There is always a reason that divides people
Football, politics, Plato’s apple
The lies of every politician in question
Fuck the nation
And what are the benefits to us?
I don’t believe in Vannacci’s outstretched arm
For Europe we are just rags
Let’s leave on tiptoe like Carla Fracci
Our land costs too much, greenhouse effect
We burn the money and they start another war on purpose
We’re in line for the shitty carousel
In front of the TV if there’s mail on the floor
Yeah, I live in a musical world where fish drown and pigeons can swim
Yeah, the truth is like animal instinct
He wants to hurt you