Roberto Calasso (born 30 May 1941 in Florence) is an Italian writer and publisher.
Calasso was born in 1941, into a family of the Tuscan upper class, well connected with some of the great Italian intellectuals of their time. His maternal grandfather Ernesto Codignola was a professor of philosophy at Florence University. Codignola created a new publishing house called La Nuova Italia, in Florence, as his friend Benedetto Croce had done in Bari with Laterza. Calasso's uncle Tristano Codignola, was a partisan during World War II who after the war joined the political life of the new republic, and was for a while Minister of Education. His mother Melisenda – who gave up an academic career to raise her three children – was a scholar of German literature, working on Hölderlin’s translations of the Greek poet Pindar. His father Francesco was a law professor, first at Florence University and then in Rome, where he eventually became dean of his faculty.
Calasso has worked for the publishing firm of Adelphi Edizioni since its founding in 1962 and became its Chairman in 1999. His books have been translated into most European languages.
...Let's go...
I've been lovin' u for here long knowin' I was never clear
But I have no fear today cause I'm gonna say
What I gotta say, I don't wanna play the role
Bustin' through the door, I'm gonna take ur heart fo' sure, oh
Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up
I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up
Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air
I'm gonna play my cards from here
And take this gamble sure
My words are gonna fumble, but this beat is mighty humble
Ain't goin nowhere, sure I'm scared but my life's a dare
And baby u just got so much flare, we'll be the perfect pair
I'm gonna share my mind with u, u've been blinded
My life's been blue, I'm takin u, I'm takin u
Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up
I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up
Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air
Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up
I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up
Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air
In the air, in the air, in the air
When I first met u, I wanted to wet u
Not a gun but a different content, sexual
U tried to run, I still get u
Steel metal not needed, a whole 'nother meaning
Don't want ur gold, want ur soul
Control ur heartbeatin, cause when I start squeezin that muscle
That's the trigger, than I got u nigga, in ya
Chopper spinners, got ur bodyguards wit cha
Diamond dog tag chain swingin, I had them thangs ringin
This is a robbery, no one's gettin free
Till that man, he comes with me
Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up
I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up