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HH from the Italian Diaspora

Joe Cassano — Dio lodato (1999)

Thank God for this chance (Italian original)
Translated by Angelo Esposito

Yeah, 1-2, 1-2, Johnny Ganjo uppercut
uppercut boxing style for 1999

You've messed up if you think this MC's flipped
thank God for this chance he's given me
I won't throw it away even if I finish my last breath
Johnny of the street for the rap soldier (2x)

From the steets of bo-lo[gna]
alone or with the click
I make singular a hip
a pandemonium with microchip
Johnny Jab probes the wave in the jam
and with the boys shoots
rhymes 5th dan
high production with street money
from the pm saga
undo it and it goes how it goes
Arab people here with me
here with me like Saddam
salam malakim
malakim salam
no, now I'll tell ya
I'm here to flow, till the whole world's heard it
listen to me
there's none, I'm absolute and a genius
the time that I am but
the knife is thrown down
from street business to the rap industry
if your part of the gang
continue the bang
you exit the jungle with machete chops
I'm a pointed jewel, to the scene an addition

You've messed up if you think this MC's flipped
thank God for this chance he's given me
I won't throw it away even if I finish my last breath
Johnny of the street for the rap soldier (2x)

This to escape the troubles
and this to change my fine destiny
dindino dollarinos for the soldierinos-citizeninos-paladinos
from the portics
my boxers
count on makin
fame all the way to the tropics
soft MCs ask for hits from these apexes
fragile MCs don't know how to count up to twelve
practicing a life of mourning with cuts on their face
my tracks
before the menace
doesn't slide
bitch
no more Montana-like lifestyle
because from here to tomorrow
the obstacle race ends
end of the weekly pushin'
from Havana to the MC savana
new plot
semi-legality-ty
my gang here
Barracuda Mike from the streets
sings and sweats

You've messed up if you think this MC's flipped
thank God for this chance he's given me
I won't throw it away even if I finish my last breath
Johnny of the street for the rap soldier (2x)

Boy, I sniff my rhymes like cocaine
the joint like amphetamine, until the morning
pluri-vitamin is the talent God's given me
only I can do the flow that's mine
Johnny no longer awaits the ding of the bell
he launches himself in the market thinking of the long term
thinking of the ruckus I did as a youngster
I was a street urchin
a twig
now I'm a bull
wit two balls and a dick, ready to duel
in a competition, I use the mic like billy club
Micheal Poncharello
always wearing a hat
baggy pants, all the way to the chorus
play wit the shaft, suck the lollypop
I strike the blow
of the MC with the swollen tongue like a steak
my cell sins
to be more speedy
of any form that you're breathin'

You've messed up if you think this MC's flipped
thank God for this chance he's given me
I won't throw it away even if I finish my last breath
Johnny of the street for the rap soldier (2x)

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