A NAPOLI NON PIOVE Lyrics – Geolier | from “TUTTO È POSSIBILE”

Geolier’s closing out his chapter with a sun-soaked gut-punch on TUTTO È POSSIBILE, his fourth studio album hitting January 16 via Warner Music Italy, and “A NAPOLI NON PIOVE” feels like that defiant postcard from the coast—proclaiming blue skies over Secondigliano while the world tries to cloud it up.

This closer, produced by Sottomarino and Poison Beatz, is Geolier at his most unguarded: trap beats laced with orchestral swells and those raw, dialect-drenched flows that hit like home-cooked espresso—bitter, bold, impossible to shake. It’s Italian rap with a street-soul twist, blending moody synths and percussive snaps into a six-minute exhale.

Thematically, it’s a love letter to Napoli’s unyielding chaos: no literal rain, but puddles of blood from lost homies, family anchors in a graying sky, and that Icarus ache to soar (“Ij vulev vula’”) only to crash without wings. It’s about the city’s unblinking beauty—mama’s glow against papa’s fade, a wall of heaven blocking prayers—wrapped in regret you can’t cry out. No guests here; it’s pure Emanuele Palumbo, channeling the Scampia kid who turned corner tales into anthems, evolving from gritty mixtapes to this reflective fire.

TUTTO È POSSIBILE lives up to its name, a 16-track manifesto pulled from a vault of unfinished gems, all sparked by an unreleased Pino Daniele line whispering the title phrase. It’s Geolier tying up loose ends before a self-imposed break—think anthems of hustle and heart, from the reflective “FOTOGRAFIA” and dial-tone nostalgia of “081” to bangers like “PHANTOM” with 50 Cent and “ARCOBALENO” ft. Anuel AA. Stack also boasts “2 GIORNI DI FILA” with ANNA and Sfera Ebbasta, Kid Yugi on “OLÈ,” blending trap bravado with vulnerable slices of Napoli life. No overblown concept, just Emanuele Palumbo owning his roots: recorded in fits between tours, it’s his boldest fusion yet of dialect flows and global shine, clocking around 55 minutes of that addictive, sun-baked energy.

Geolier’s storming 2026 like he owns the forecast—fresh off three sold-out San Siro dates and that “Phantom” leak-turned-smash with 50 Cent, the Secondigliano kid who blew up from mixtapes to Milan stages is pausing at his peak. At 25, he’s evolved from underground firestarter (remember Ghetto Gospel?) to stadium commander, with a full Italy trek locked for spring hauling his whole discog. This album? It’s his mic drop before the reset, proving Napoli’s rain or shine, he’s the storm they can’t drown.