Sindrome di fine millennio è l'unico album in studio del gruppo musicale italiano Uomini di Mare, pubblicato nel novembre 1999 dalla Teste Mobili Records e distribuito da Good Stuff.

Sindrome Di Fine Millennio

Gratta & Gratta

Intro

bars (trap remix)

Taboo 22

Mirafiori Nord, 10137, Torino Sud.

Figli degli estrogeni dei fast food, della calce nelle narici.

B-Dawg: pilastro reggente di Miraland, street legend torinese, capo del collettivo.

Piunno: stregone di Miraland, l’alchimista, la mente che muove i fili del collettivo nell’ombra.

Big B: mercenario dell’esercito, grande versatilità, ultimo acquisto firmato Miraland, presenza essenziale per l’innalzamento del livello.

Lil Bag: top hustler playboy scammer di Miraland, il pupillo di B-Dawg, tanto che, quando sono insieme, quest’ultimo si firma con l’aka di Big Hawk per aumentare l’intesa della coppia.

011Ste: il predestinato, most improved di Miraland, il bambino della profezia. Grandi aspettative su di lui, si è rivelata una forza in esponenziale crescita.

Double Penetration: dalle ceneri di Ruggito nasce questo golem, tank di Miraland, il membro con la forza balistica maggiore. Un po’ di schiaffi non devono mancare.

Avengers

[Intro – synthetic voice, legal disclaimer]
“This track is property of Artist #001 and any unauthorized clones will be prosecuted by the BioRights Act of 3043.”
Beat drops, mirror crack sound effect

[Verse 1 – Original Rapper POV]
I was born in a lab where the verse came clean,
Spit bars so sharp I could slice a machine.
Signed my name, got famous fast,
Then the label cloned me to make it last.

Now he’s on stage with my cadence and face,
Droppin’ my lines, but with better bass.
Fans chant his name, they don’t know me,
I’m the prototype ghost—he’s the new emcee.

[Hook – glitchy dual voices, battling flow]
Clone: I’m the remix, you’re outdated tech,
OG: You’re a glitch in the script, show respect.
Clone: You’re the past—cracked vinyl at best,
OG: I’m the soul, not your Spotify flesh.

[Verse 2 – Clone’s POV]
They made me from your DNA, but I evolved,
Cracked your flaws like a mystery unsolved.
I don’t sleep, I don’t bleed, I just write,
While you age out—wrinkled in twilight.

You had your time, now move aside,
I rhyme in hex code, my tempo’s divine.
The fans want progress, not dusty fame,
You had bars—but I became the flame.

[Bridge – courtroom scene snippet, intercut with beat]
“Your honor, the defendant claims to be the ‘original’... but provides no digital signature.”
“Objection! He’s a counterfeit!”
“Emotion... detected. Verdict: irrelevant.”

[Verse 3 – Final Battle Verse, back-and-forth trade-offs]
OG: You might wear my voice, but you lack my scars,
Clone: You glitch when you spit—I compute my bars.
OG: You mimic emotion—I bled for this craft.
Clone: And I mastered it faster while you chased laughs.

OG: I wrote the truth in the depths of pain.
Clone: I optimized suffering, rebranded the strain.
OG: You’re a mirror with WiFi, soulless and sleek.
Clone: And you’re a fossil with nostalgia leaks.

[Final Hook – full chorus, both voices layered in harmony/disagreement]
Clone: I’m perfection, you’re decay,
OG: You’re a theft in DNA.
Both: Split by birth, cursed by fame…
Now we battle for one name.

[Outro – static, then soft voice of a fan, confused]
“Wait… which one is real?”
[Click.]

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