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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
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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]
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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"
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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
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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.
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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
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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!
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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
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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
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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
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released November 19, 2017
All beats made by Sick rat, except for track 13, made by Nameless
Mixing and Mastering: Sick rat
Artwork Photographer: Salvatore Manzo
Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.