Demigodz (feat. Panchi) - DGZ x NYGz [Verse 1: Apathy] Motherfucker I make power moves, with the power of Zeus A pack of rabid gorillas that just broke out of the zoo But not the zoobalie brutally, beat 'em, eat 'em, they food to me Suckers foolishly fool with me, better stop the buffoonery I'm a lunatic, literally with looney bin lunacy Howlin' at a lunar eclipse, I'm losin' my shit Catch me on the moon with your bitch Refuelin' my ships, resuming my trip To Jupiter where humans are rumored to be like mutants I’m usin' a fireball that I’m shootin' outta my palms Like bombs, I'm napalm in this song I play beer pong with cups filled up with Energon There's a reason why me and Megatron don't get along I'm the evilest, rottenest, rippin' out your esophagus Put slugs in your mugs, see more blood than phlebotomists I'm a bottomless pit, Ap's the obvious pick When askin' who would impale you upon an obelisk tip [Verse 2: Blacastan] Crash your grill like the plane on the cover of License To Ill Bitin' what I'm writin' just to heighten your skill But stealin' out my rap book won't get you a deal Black renaissance, scribe ill scripture with quills My sword is a pen that's protectin' my art Florescent colored Mozart, right from the heart I enlighten with the scrolls, Malachi York, act like you know I sent soldiers up in your fort We ain't the same nigga, you ain't cut from my cloth I rep Demigodz On top of water we walk, that's real talk That's for Bost and CT and New York Eat my ziti with tomato sauce, I don't do pork Stab Satan with the pitchfork, you switch when you walk Transves,Faggot niggas can't be the best Black rhinos, stampede straight through your vest The ghetto Bobby Fischer, like Fresh with chess [Verse 3: Panchi of NYGz] These faggots saw the Panchi chronicles and then I heard they hate it But I can't be violated or even decepticated I got gunners out in Brownsville, shooters from the east Killers out of Fort Greene, slicker than grease Broads from Bushwick, that'll give a buck fifty To any bum dusty nigga who try to talk shifty It's best to befriend us, don't try to offend us I done fronted on niggas that's bigger than the bar tenders Make me dip until my pants pull up This .45 and push your fat ass into a curly fry You don't wanna play my blast on your wack broadcast? Then you and your whole staff can kiss my black ass Niggas take what I say back home, give it a listen Then revert to G religion like a Muslim or a Christian Or a Baptist or a Jew dude [DJ Premier]: (Panch they love what you do) Yeah, I got 'em hypnotized like I'm doin' voodoo [Verse 4: Celph Titled] If I'm in the trench I'm manning the machine gun (man) You are Carl Jr. managing beef on buns (bitch) The whip creep with the 007 mods Press on the gear shift, missile at your entourage If I got time for a meeting, it's only cause I wanted to glare at my watch And find out I made a little mo' gwap (yup) The warning's on the wrapper like a cigarillo package The best blow to my ego's like you threw a pillow at it I'm off the chain but got it on lock when I write shit I'm on some Crocodile Dundee, "this is a knife" shit (Ain't my material dope?) So dirty it need antibacterial soap, I know you feelin' it though DGZ, NYGZ, we spit rampid Uncover your scams and You'll get a visit from Chris Hansen C dot Titled shoot chrome nozzles Dissin' rappers downhill in wheelchairs and make 'em perfect role/roll models

Routiger Slob - Thread the lead [Verse 1] Read the scene - steel ya queen like Bowser did Reach the dream salvaged air of alchemist Bound to sound a round about clouds surround the calculus Thousand pound falcon shit crowd the crypt Downtown balcony shorties mouthing it That's the reboot dose daily bread I kill and conquer raise the dead Willy Wonka made of meds saga basic text Ballad for Alice talent a halogen bulb To burn at breckneck speed the fall resolved And all in all the globe spins to a blur But no wall is tall to the parkour ensured Words incur a first person perspective Elected constructs of mind prime perfected The grind method connect to time invested Designed a record to wreck it - no question Novelist talk metropolis Those cobble offices and modular ledges Crawl from the crevice Call em strip mall stallin for efforts That pit fall squalor that followed the peasants [Chorus] Blotter God the author jotted awesome Novice call your coffin knowledge caution Blazing all are razors tossin often [X2] Modern all is rotten caught in slaughter Cross the water taught the law to otters Ya'll a lot of fodder poppin collars [X2] [Verse 2] Travel back to the birth like elephant memory Battle back the surge of irrelevant melody Selling a hell of weak product - that we shot up When all you hear is a marketing gimic filling the goblet with no audit This that road scholar flow goblin hold office mold topics Clone novice get thrown to the fallen A hollow existence spit for the missions mauraders Perdition consists of the distance in dollars The business of knowledge An academy of the incredible all for education sake Medical meditation strength The dedication to paint frames that the class gathers And map passages through the black matter Graph phatter than these track rappers That rap chatter but have never hit the stage Get phased out the picture quicker then commercial breaks The murder rate heard today is a fuel focused by the mile I wrote this opus to supply a style quotient Dosage the dopest quoted in the wild roamin [Chorus] Blotter God the author jotted awesome Novice call your coffin knowledge caution Blazing all are razors tossin often [X2] Modern all is rotten caught in slaughter Cross the water taught the law to otters Ya'll a lot of fodder poppin collars [X2]

Cedric Till (feat. Chel Strong) - On my own [Verse 1: Cedric Till] In my dreams, I kill right wing extremists While chased by suicide bombers thru falling buildings But survive - I'm the luckiest shit magnet alive Been bullied and barred from all institutions devised A hound of Hades, not an underdog, writing from three minds See the fury in my eyes, as I ride to expose cowards From the God to the Ghost Hour, imbibed the most power From potions brewed by alchemists, the fermentation Of molasses, multiply distilled, aged in oak casks, as Rhum's all out, so rogues a'plotting My magnum opus is a doctrine, of singular focus On being on point as a Bodkin, though it cannot be seen By fans and rappers with negative diaopters I'm no fucking prophet, but I promise I will prosper Marry an impossible girl like Clara, and I'm the fucking Doctor Desire that's vocalized will manifest Through energy channeled from the heart and then to the throat chakra, what [Verse 2: Chel Strong] In the mind of odd perception when speaking society's perception Across the thin line of genius and manic depressive Been trying to get rich over and over so damn long Don't know if this is truly genius or insanity pressing My philosophical niggas say I'm one of the few If it was one bringing the change needed, it's you Religious church folk say that it's blessings from Jesus But Jesus, with last night's sinning that can't be true Conspiracists virtually say that I'm selling my soul Make some backstory like he be spittin' in demon Even the crazy think I'm crazy, I guess I'm alone The only thing that got his back is the skin that he's in Call him a narcissist, or just call him an artist With high attention to detail, low attention to arguing Rather just do it my way, fuck your opinion, just pay me You know you a genius when niggas start callin you crazy My mind it ricochets, grenade shooter, lungs aerate buddah Renegade, then came to ya, put blades through ya [Verse 3: Cedric Till] I've gone too long on my own that's why I remain cuckoo You wouldn't be able to sleep if my thoughts had came to you I wear on people like erosion, idiosynchrasies Developed from the fact that I never felt I was chosen Spoke to demons as a teen, and kept some on a first name Wouldn't you know, most resented me for letting them get to me Make of that what you will, I'm a cryovolcano spitting Liquid methane, in the pressure cooker of life, it'll catch flame No matter the platform, game always respect game Remain leery, my game theory's to check mates It's just experience, smile at you while I'm serious Collect hate by aborting your brainchild before you lactate, bitch Respond to vibes, ignore tribes of sore critics The vitriol in my writtens resembles 14 Phillipics, though All said and done, my body of work'll be Cicero's As a millenial, without the arrogance to say that "I done did it on my own"

Apathy - New England Royalty (Pt. II) [Verse of Pt II] I was considered a jabberwocky before them suckers were dancin' Imagine enhancing the insanity of Charles Manson A fast learner who studied the madness of mass murderers It's like you passed a burner to someone with Aspergers I'm back with a bag of the baddest automatic macs with the mags Massive as a mastodon tusk to bust crabs Ya flags get burned, turn 'em into dust in a urn Y'all don't know when to keep ya mouth shut, but trust me you'll learn You're about as gully as Fern Gully buddy So I'ma leave ya body bloody Stab ya stunt double, injure ya under study Understand me? I'm like the step father up in ya family Fuck ya mother, eat ya food and I'm rude and ya can't stand me And ya momma should'a opted for "Plan B" I paint vivid images I'm a mutant not a human like Stan Lee Official pistol packin' pussy poppin' Posse poppin' More flashes than paparazzi or Miley poppin' an Oxy I'm body rockin' like Rocky with Russians Erruptin' rippin' production Y'all are typical as political corruption I'm literally disgusting as wounds scabbing and pussing From blades stabbing and thrusting The Hulk smashin' and crushin', I'm buggin' How did y'all really expect me to feel? When y'all are sweatin' Kendrick like he reinvented the wheel Don't get it twisted it was ill, he definitely got skill But y'all were remixing Control like it would get you a deal Crazy gay, trying to get some shine this way Is like bein' a solar panel on a rainy day As valuable as naked photos of Macy Grey Y'all are disrespectful pissin' in the place we pray

Third Eye Merchants - Who Can Ya Trust [Verse 1] What's done is done, I leave the rest to recollect, Breathe deep, if the Queen is peace I check myself then I step, To the twisted streets bittersweet expression floods my grill, covered in blood by the kill. Yo what's the deal? Feel like I seen it all before, The evil men do can leave you seething to the core. Reeling from the horror, singin a lullabye, disloyal taking dirtnaps six feet deep under lies. Don't let the notion get ya, mistake kindness for weakness and wind up being a victim. Still I'm livin, one lung and open eye, You can't be old & wise if you never roll the dice. Cold as the lonely night, I write scrolls. Presidin micsmen with the villafied flow. Trying to find gold in the fold I inhabit, that's a bad trip, A new low through the hole of the rabbit. Everybody's losing control in these last days, An influx of roaches in the ashtray, All I ask is that you gimme da spek & step properties the head nodder when revealing yourself. [Chorus] Who can you trust? Better choose wise, no guarantee the future holds blue skies, Listen close to the wind, whispers of the Oracle. Born alone immortal because broken bones are physical. Click like gadgets Static brought with principal, Bite back cuz it's like that times are difficult, Everyone got something to say don't want to listen too, Might snap catch a contact when I get at you. [Verse 2] As scenarios vary the nefarious will prey on, Till all has perished and your burried in a grave. My homies roam without an area to claim, a Wolfpack of havenots with an apparent lack of Grace. Bearin all fangs and prepared to get it on like aerosal paint drippin off a garrish fisaud. Ladle-drawn Kool laid with the fatal charm helps soothe vapors caught when you've betrayed the cause. The same ol song pin the mood, So many neglect the roots and still pick the fruit. Adjust your occulars and scope out the hidden jewels, beyond what's common lies a bond unconditional. So many forked tongues in the jungle slither up the food chain inject venom in the structure, but the two faced lose when confronted with the gospel, A part of em dies each time the rhyme prospers. [Verse 1] Who can you trust? Better choose wise, no guarantee the future holds blue skies, Listen close to the wind, whispers of the Oracle. Born alone immortal because broken bones are physical. Click like gadgets Static brought with principal, Bite back cuz it's like that times are difficult, Everyone got something to say don't want to listen too, Might snap catch a contact when I get at you.

The etherealist - Illest in the game [Verse 1] Ether and Sick Rat driving a whip to your bitch' flat Split her in half with my dick fat; causing whiplash from a sick track We spit gats till you piss black; spill all your guts on the floor Sprayed on the wall; fucking with warlords with a penchant for a drawn sword And a whore’s drawers, fresh on a corpse, dead on the lawn; we ready to ball Spat from your head is the red of your death as you fall as you fail to defend all your friends And your ends till the dawn; severed and torn, spread on the porch next to your whore Anyone tries to fall back gets a cap in the neck in the jugular; wreck you and smother ya No love for your mother; I’ll snuff out your brothers with plugs and then send her your heads; watch her suffer I step in the club and I distribute AIDS-ridden rubbers I’m a violence lover; I’m spitting fire, so y’all better cover I strike with a force that leave other battle-rappers with a stutter Straight in the gutter. I’m a iron giant, tyrant Biting iron filings; fighting lightning while I’m typing Frightening how I strike from hiding like a fucking snake; I lie in wait Transferring so much weight, I had a cocaine birthday cake [Chorus] So anybody wanna test their luck with Sick Rat? The baddest motherfucker yet to kill you with a sick track The Etherealist‘ll fucking put you in a grave We the illest in the game and we been doing this for days [Verse 2] Ether ain’t one to fucking sniff at; I will peel your wig back Virulent midget infant with a habit for prison informance From the Stormlands; I’m one of a million bastards And I won’t stop until my name is standing top the NASDAQ Your crew a class act; y’all got less swag Than a fucking Christian dance group preaching abstinence at fat camp I got the lung power to spit gunpowder At seven hundred miles an hour: grab your kids and fucking cower I’m an inhuman motherfucker tearing off mothers’ udders; the destructor Animal cannibalistic asshole banging hoes with a flagpole, leave a ragdoll, let the caps blow I am the Madkilla Gorilla: infinitely iller than any little bitch That ever pulled the trigger; never lift a finger; I forever linger, just like my moniker We sit and monitor the rap game Sick Rat and The Etherealist set your ass a-fucking-flame The illest ever to ever grace the internet We burning up the alphabet while Ether pimp your kids for rent [Chorus] So anybody wanna test their luck with Sick Rat? The baddest motherfucker yet to kill you with a sick track The Etherealist‘ll fucking put you in a grave We the illest in the game and we been doing this for days

Cedric Till - Truth be told [Verse 1] Truth be told, I'm past a lot of shit Believe in love as much as politics, pragmatism Everywhere, I rather keep it friendly with a lot of chicks I'd rather spare them the bottom of the abyss People I love, I end up blocking, it is for the best Apart we're broken already, but together we're a mess I'm afflicted by stress, grey strands attest And my acerbic nature? It's from a wager I forget Everytime I get reminded I'm in everybody's debt Cause my bet was I could do this by myself, and I couldn't If defiance is the motor, my pride is still the rotor With age, it's just one more thing I'm trying to get over Shit, so much anger beneath the calm surface Remnants of days when affection just wasn't nurtured I try to change the course, it's just inertia Or just a convenient excuse, because I'm good with them Man, fuck looking fondly upon what could've been Whenever pressed on why it failed, there go the wooden grin Discarded everything and everyone that wouldn't win Yet here I am, still trying to break a spell That one day to up the challenge I must've put on myself... [Verse 2] Truth be told, I don't belong here Who am I fooling? These fuck rappers are washed In shower thoughts, the minute that I step in the booth Whilst I remain dry, as the humor that flew overhead To be honest, doesn't matter if you know the ledge More important to know your way around a ledger Your words are transparent as the orifice they came from When liberty of choice is a tradition you break from Tired of being asked if the women in my company Have laid under me, your parents must've been absentees Catch me turn up at your regular haunt Extend your hand, I be like "Man, I'd rather you leave" Can't be in my Top 5, if I don't personally know you And Cormega put it best on Raw Forever, on song two Fuck approval, only rap to vent steam Loathe what I can't have and anything that ever tempts me Look at the constipated masquerade put on by People desperate to date someone, so deathly they're afraid To be alone, were it up to me, I'd rather stay at home But noone pays for poems unless you're standing on a stage And so I save up money, I'll be glad to see the waves Accompanied by the true, my brethren, that'll be the day My armor's nonchalance, because I recognize the hate If I reflect it in their face, I'll catch a case, fuck out of my way!

History of violence (feat. Oldboy, Rodney Rush) - Tiger style [Intro: The Etherealist] Yo, History of Violence Murder on the fucking Dancefloor Representing ABQ: Rodney Rush Representing the UK: Oldboy Tear this fucking mic apart, dawg [Verse 1: Oldboy] It's the Corellian flying Millennium; contact with aliens ET and Elliott; your telly news is irrelevant Master of many elements with a revered eminence Your verse is feminine: spoken word with sentiments Gentlemen, please make way for the mental son As I enter and step in the centre, I drop essential bombs It's like clockwork; your style of rhyme does not work I'm hotter than the centre of the Earth with every verse Dispersed first, serve herbs; perfect, superb verbs Never conserve words; I'll leave your nerves hurt You're a pervert: Family Guy Mr. Herbert Never touching the bourbon: only poison from Durban Fuck urban; I'm subversive and dead certain Any emcee who steps up, it's fucking curtains Just south of the Wall in the North is where I'm lurking More imposing in person than the BT logo serpants [Verse 2: The Etherealist] It's the first-born warrior, the curse-lord foreigner Force you to the depths of the Earth, like Mines of Moria I’ll slaughter ya, pull your shit out all through your neck You’s a fucking wreck. Bitch, you dial-up: you don’t connect You best respect: it’s Ether on the mother-fucking trizzack Got more rhymes under my belt than rocks of crizzack I been that beat blaster, a fucking disaster In battle, I kick more ass than a grand master I’ll smash ya, a mechanical lyrical cannonball I’ll make you wish for fucking death like you was Aaron Paul The ghost of Harrenhal, kick your ass through the Moon Door You sound like you been taking your rap lessons from Hodor You and your fat bitch like Gorillas in the Mist When I'm pissed, I'll slit your shitting wrist. The Etherealist is A genius like GZA. My finger’s on the trigger I’ll leave you with less dick than a fucking action figure [Verse 3: In2ition] Bitches find my smile vile; still ask me to stay awhile I be working Tiger-Style; my stacks be unbelievable HOV feature Rodney Rush; what the fuck be up with us? Oldboy now be linked to us; do all this while staying hushed To sink in this game, we'd have to die or be mamed Our names are linked to this space; in all our holes, there's an ace Haters be hating our case cause we do it all with such grace The rest of the rap rat-race can't do this pace: slow down! In2ition be lingering in the ether; who's better, neither We both as sick as each other; we don't take a breather Be stabbing rappers in the back like they Caesar; only difference is they don't see us We're teasers. We blast, we causing seizures; we been cast as the best We're better than the rest, so don't ask, just accept. Feel our wraths But feel blessed that at last we have a music contrast that surpasses the past Which we passively use to wipe our asses [But wait a minute cause we get in it for the masses] [Verse 4: Rodney Rush] (Rodney Rush: your boy, man) (Break Bad on 'em, homie. You already know) What comes to mind, well it's beautifully poetic A stone has been cast to the masses; the mass is heavy Mass hysteria only blinds the people who don't get it Bet it's headed for your mind: don't let it People try to slow me down; my rhymes break levees I'm a finisher. Product of the game: check the credits I'm gone fill my bank account up; yes, debit I don't want a dollar unearned: no credit Why? When I got skills to fill the ozone with it Touch-down: catch me in the end zone grinning Celebrating the score while the hunger for more enters I'm sitting here digesting while focused on your dinner I'm a beast to say the least; I'm gone leap: don't quiver While gnawing on your bones, the medicine man enters I'm cold like shutting off the heat mid-winter Or like taking over souls and sending bodies down rivers [Outro: Rodney Rush] I think we gonna get along well, man I have a history of violence too, ya dig? Big-up to your boy Jak Noble; you already know You reach out man, sometimes you get what you want in life I'm Rodney Rush, AKA Combo, and I'm with that History of Violence Break Bad on 'em, homie Tiger-Style. Fuck it: Lion-Style. Fuck it: Liger-Style I'm just fucking witch'all. Much love though Rodney Rush: your boy, man Never stop grinding. Get yours, man

Sick rat (feat. Cedric Till) - Role models [Verse 1: Sick rat] Veleno nel terreno del mio underground io, con la forza nel background mio, ground zero crollano progetti senza un anima giro l'hinterland, senza un anima Opinione unanime Qui nulla cambierà Case Affollate e strade abbandonate Paradosso di periferia troppa gente senza compagnia Non pensano al domani qua, Ma parlano di money Civili armati coi fucili negli armadi no camicie e maglioncini Armani made in China ormai tra manichini e medicine qui è difficile che ci rimani Ho denti stretti e atteggiamenti freddi Non trasmetto affetti e dediche ho rime ermetiche quartine chilometriche in cartine metriche Mappature e macchine , chiusure tecniche Birre e barre in camere iperbariche mi barrico nel barrio dell'immaginario, No nel bar da Mario [Chorus: Sick rat] Quadri di vita senza le cornici appesi a muri grigi tinti di vernici ti paralizzi rincorrendo finti miti la chimica nel giro degli amici qui la musica comunica, ed accomuna gli infelici vite sul lastrico attratte da ville con l'attico qui tutto è "successo" in un attimo da solo dal sottosuolo, suono dal soul brother tra mode, droghe e role models [Verse 2: Sick rat] Non mi fido delle voci, corrono veloci senza filtro Il rapper oggi è passeggero Vola con soggiorno all'Hilton e poi ritorna in treno, strano Scienza dell’appariscenza per puntar lontano Il Mercato come il web è libero accedici Dì la tua e soprattutto credici TV accesa chiudi gli occhi qui l'invidia acceca Apri gli occhi, troppi doppi fini come con gli inviti a cena scavo a fondo oltre ciò che vedo scopro un mondo oltre il velo Non lo chiudi il rap dentro un video vevo Io voglio alternative vere e so come cercarle Vedo Prospettive serie quando leggo le mie carte vanno forte e vendono Infondo Vanno e vengono Turisti tristi di un posto che non scelgono vanno forte e vendono Infondo Vanno e vengono Artisti tristi di un mondo che non vivono [Chorus: Sick rat] Quadri di vita senza le cornici appesi a muri grigi tinti di vernici ti paralizzi rincorrendo finti miti la chimica nel giro degli amici qui la musica comunica, ed accomuna gli infelici vite sul lastrico attratte da ville con l'attico qui tutto è "successo" in un attimo da solo dal sottosuolo, suono dal soul brother tra mode, droghe e role models [Verse 3: Cedric Till] Scattered furniture, discarded on the streets Vis a vis consumerism, children never learn to love Dudes who turned thugs for a check, in a car blaring tunes Herbs burned up, the smoke from the window trails The spinning wheels, both axis, chrome reflections Splash the puddle on a sleeping bag a hobo slept in A woman's kicked down the stairs in the subway On camera, the perpetrator's fleeing to Bulgaria Food prices rise every week, they ain't sparing us The dignity to go collect bottles for deposit While the populace in all their unawareness of their privilege Pontificates about how real our HipHop is Girls are hypersexualized for a profit And racial profiling, cops checking for the drivers Economy is weak where the block beckons survivors And narrows your decisions to either selling or robbing I grab the mic to rhyme to the sound of silence Of the people I address, like I'm the elder of the tribesmen A weary gaze when I leave the stage behind To get a drink, I need time to think, don't even chime in... [Chorus: Sick rat] X2 Quadri di vita senza le cornici appesi a muri grigi tinti di vernici ti paralizzi rincorrendo finti miti la chimica nel giro degli amici qui la musica comunica, ed accomuna gli infelici vite sul lastrico attratte da ville con l'attico qui tutto è "successo" in un attimo da solo dal sottosuolo, suono dal soul brother tra mode, droghe e role models

Sick rat - Dissapor e disappunt [Verse 1] E pier n terr e a cap n gopp e spall Teng l uocchie apiert Pur si me sball Pur si nu par, pur si nu parl Pur senza mett e stereo a pall, E uagliunciell e jam vuonn cumparì Cumpar mì, i so stanc comm o'zì N'amiciz mai ngarrat E po stu brutt viz p gghì semp n cul a llat E loop n de canal sott a l uocchie e chi sta mal E tuort in tribunal aret muort intè spital I legg o spuorc inte giurnal, E nu m fid e chi è ospital Chiss e o munn r ogg , diffid e chi t appogg accort aro t appuogg, Gir a rot e n t n accuorg Cagn rott, Gir e nott, tagl curt, vetr rutt re Buttegl e brut Prosecc e spumantin , A ser stann a tir e Po n’s aizn a matin Vittim e nu marketing e Cupertin Nu m Attirn e vetrin Senza ammiria rint e rim L’artrit rint e fras, articolazioni mai p cas, a casa mi s parl chiar, Sfonn e port si nu trov e chiav E preferenz so truccat E cunuscenz fann strad Accussi funzion Pur si t par stran hip hop che pezz a culor Estern amor, no rulor Si nu m sann è sul nu prubblem lor hip hop che pezz a culor Estern amor, no rulor Si nu m sann è sul nu prubblem lor [Verse 2] A cap ngopp e spall e spall o mur e tu ca nun sai nient par pur, parl sul esperienz appriess all'espedient i cresc e speriment e m'esprim p trament nun so trend ma comunic comunque nient e special rest un qualunque ma nient è sprecat quann port e cunt collezion beat, so lezion e vit pigl'appunt, dissapor e disappunt a music è n'appigl e m'arrpigl, pigl spunt veicl e messagg, nda sti vicl e passegg pass o badge, so pericl e passagg rong form o personagg e nu m'attegg a ragg p reagì, politic e magì pur a legg t raggir e na pulegg ca nu gir a music è furtun, a music è cultur a music è fnut si o local addò e sunat t'e futtut nuttat agitat, quantu sang c'agg ittat quanta pagin girat, quanta argin agg aizat m'agg esercitat e c'agg rat e t'agg generat o personagg esagerat e cuffie n cap p nu sent r'ess emarginat pcciò nu fa cas si p cas i foss amariggiat hip hop che pezz a culor Estern amor, no rulor Si nu m sann è sul nu prubblem lor hip hop che pezz a culor Estern amor, no rulor Si nu m sann è sul nu prubblem lor TRADUZIONE IN ITALIANO - TRANSLATION IN ITALIAN [Verse 1] Ho i piedi a terra e la testa sulle spalle Ho gli occhi aperti anche se sto fuori Anche se non sembra, anche se non parlo tanto, anche se non faccio nulla per farmi notare Ai ragazzini alle jam piace apparire Compare mio, sono stanco (come lo zio) Vedo amicizie di convenienza, e questo brutto vizio di fottere il prossimo i loop nelle tracce, sotto gli occhi di chi sta male i torti in tribunale e i morti in ospedale io leggo dello sporco nei giornali e non mi fido di chi è ospitale questo è il mondo di oggi, diffida di chi ti appoggia attento a dove ti appoggi, le cose cambiano e non te ne accorgi cambio rotte nei mie giri notturni e taglio corto tra vetri rotti di bottiglie di brut prosecchi e spumantini la gente che è in tiro la sera, poi il mattino non si alza vittime di un marketing di copertina non mi attirano le vetrine, non c’è invidia nelle mie rime l’artite nelle frasi, e parole mai a caso, dalle mie parti si parla chiaro, e sfondo porte se non trovo le chiavi Le preferenze sono truccate, le conoscenze ti fanno fare strada È così che funziona anche se ti sembra strano L’hip hop per me è il migliore dei rimedi, esterno amore, non dolore, se non conoscono la mia musica è un problema loro, non mio L’hip hop per me è il migliore dei rimedi, esterno amore, non dolore, se non conoscono la mia musica è un problema loro, non mio [Verse 2] Ho la testa sulle spalle e le spalle al muro E tu che non sai nulla di me parli pure? E in fondo parli soltanto Ho esperienze dietro certi espedienti Cresco e sperimento, e nel frattempo mi esprimo Non sono trend, ma ad ogni modo comunico Non sono speciale, resto uno qualunque, ma non spreco nulla nel portare avanti i miei conti colleziono beat, per me sono lezioni di vita prendo appunti tra dissapori e disappunti la musica è un appiglio che mi tira su e ne prendo spunto Veicolo messaggi in questi vicoli di passeggio Marco la mia presenza tra i pericoli di passaggio Do forma al mio personaggio, ma senza vantarmi La rabbia per reagire, politica e magia Pure la legge ti raggira, come una puleggia che non gira La musica è fortuna, la musica è cultura, la musica è finita se il locale dove hai suonato non ti paga nottate agitate, quanto sangue ho versato quante volte ho svoltato pagina, quanti argini ho alzato mi sono esercitato mettendocela tutta per generare il personaggio forte che sono le cuffie nelle orecchie per non sentire di essere emarginato perciò non fare caso se per caso mi vedi amareggiato L’hip hop per me è il migliore dei rimedi, esterno amore, non dolore, se non conoscono la mia musica è un problema loro, non mio L’hip hop per me è il migliore dei rimedi, esterno amore, non dolore, se non conoscono la mia musica è un problema loro, non mio