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Giorno Giovanna (Japanese: ジョルノ・ジョバァーナ, Hepburn: Joruno Jobāna) is a fictional character in the Japanese manga series JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, written and illustrated by Hirohiko Araki. The main protagonist of the series' fifth story arc, Golden Wind, he was born Haruno Shiobana (汐華 初流乃, Shiobana Haruno), the illegitimate son of Dio Brando while possessing Jonathan Joestar's body. After saving an unknown mafia member in his childhood, Giorno dreams of joining the Italian mafia gang Passione to overthrow its boss, Diavolo, who keeps a very low profile, and close the drug trade, desiring to help the innocent. Joining Bruno Bucciarati and his team, they go on a mission to send Trish Una to her father, the boss of Passione. Giorno possesses a Stand known as Gold… more »

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I gave you my everything, every little bit of privacy
Gave up my family to get 'em what they didn't buy for me
Dealt with the papers and not the kind you'd wanna dive in an'
Worked that in my favor, get buzz when writers started spitin' me
A perfectionist flaw, leavin' pedestrians in awe
Whether protested or not, I stir up their anger in pots
Of potheads with no parents to watch over the parental advisory sticker
And these laments that filled the text that I jot
Shit, it's like we switched places on different sides
Of where the speakers play this, you lip-syncing my lyrics tight
And connect with my clips, corrected by pigs
'Cause when speaking of clips, my short end of the stick is the grip of a nine
I bleed on the mic for your children and they drink it with ice
Case-by-case violence if the CD's case mines
Blame me, 'cause every celebrity needs a cape right?
Laugh at it, they could never see my stage fright
This is what I asked for, so let's go do this
Actin' like an asshole and press gon' blew this
I wanted just the check tho', no spread on viewings
Spotted from the get go, my passport's Judas
Anxious for the next show, the next song too an'
Platinum from a glass home I cracked for music
Mansion like a sand fort but felt cold through it
This is what I asked for, so let's go do this
Got me the life I always dreamed to pursue
The stalking and fights and interviews too
But most of the times I'm seen on Google
I just long for a diet of instant noodles
And the moment I die, I'll be introduced to
The honor of crying with no clip on YouTube
As common a guy as Lynn on ''Used To
Love Her'', I tried, but: "This the new scoop-"
Back then it didn't matter as much, even when standards were an effortless touch
But to say I can stand it would be an overstatement, so to hell with this crutch
Since the day that I landed I overstayed my American run
Made proud my little version and give 'em verses they critique or worship
But deeply nervous my ego turned me into a different person
So what? They pay for me this pent up rage
I don't know which face I'm gonna show when I get on stage
This is what I asked for, so let's go do this
Actin' like an asshole and press gon' blew this
I wanted just the check tho', no spread on viewings
Spotted from the get go, my passport's Judas
Anxious for the next show, the next song too an'
Platinum from a glass home I cracked for music
Mansion like a sand fort but felt cold through it
This is what I asked for, so let's go do this
And expectations so high, their patience goes by
Came from a basement no lights to a spaceship, low miles
The bass is so loud, but I pay it no mind
What I make they gon' like while waving more flyers
I say my own rhymes, your paper all ghostwrite
It basically died, there's flames on the ride
They sway on the sides like Shade 45
I'll spray in the sky, on stage fourth of July
They having some fun and move right-left in a mess
Of clapping on drugs and soon a climax in a sec'
Rapping their lungs mad, muting mic checks in a breath
I'm stressing, no palms stretch, using my legs as a stand
And my plan when I'm done, man, sure I felt on the mag
Then quiet fans for the contrast, tour might end in a yell
Get eyes grabbed as I sung last, moonlight blends with the red
As I grab on my gun and shoot myself in the head

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