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Miniera Sicula — Stylegate (2002)
Ascolta Un Attimo (Italian original)
Translation by Antonio Ventresco, with Annalisa CapotortoI tighten this fist, tell me what makes you a genius?
Ciccio, I don't want nothin' to do with you,
If your avoiding life without breaks, I'll beat you on your grill,
satisfying myself, and after I sip some juice,
But I don't pay, I don't step down from pacts with enemies here,
Then cut off from my vision, With a look I'm cursing bitches,
Prize! my dick wrapped,
And after that, there's another pair underneath,
It's my savoir faire, I got more style than fiat,
When my flows concentrated over the stage,
I'm doin' my thing, What's Up!!!
And the dogs below the stage jumping,
Like needles on scratched grooves,
And the rappers that's excited, they gotta recover,
New things with double hop, too many motor mouths like Cutolo,
Then silence, the show must go on,
Your place is to sit and watch, jump and shout,
If you can't, take a lighter to yourself,
find your peace, (Fireeeeee!!!)
Say's BustaRhymes, I'm soaked, like the moon's phases, Neruda metrics, Guaio over the methodical beat,
Atomic child, against chronic illness, that's playing like a comic.
You pissed me off, I can't stand you,
Ciccio, why would I have anything to do with you?
This time you've really gone too far!!! Wait Zona, wait a second, Hello? What the fuck you want?! What??
WHAT?!?!? Nooooo!!! No no no no no, you ain't understood dick!
Damn, I can't stand you! Fuck you!!! Why?? WHY?!?!?
You're a hypocrite that critics my every mass, the type in a jump suite,
at school you skipped P.E., now math, breaking everyone's balls,
A tree that don't produce fruit, you're the sun for whats burnt,
An Alitalia pilot who's drunk, work for who's unfounded,
a shitty thing, the dignity for all the debouched,
a mega pill-popping surgeon, a book for the illiterate,
gotta shit for who's constipated, politician made promises,
ridiculous contract without a signature, a bus that keeps going and never stops,
your useless in existence, like sperm in a condom,
a fake banknote, a flash in the pan, a pseudo crime, a soldier without a name,
the limit for infinity, we'll exhaust you but it's your own shit,
if your life is 3 x 1, stay calm, won't no-body ever help you,
made this trip but it's only a game, that in this life only shit, then R.I.P.,
it makes us rap, stand firm, and in this situation,
it makes you understand for real . . . Ma...Ma u purpu ammazza a siccia...??? Ma chisa' sammazza...???
ma il polipo l'ammazza la seppia? chi sa se l'ammazza?
But….but the pussy gets beat …??? But… who knows if it does…????? Ciccio, I don't want nothin' to do with you,
you pissed me off, I can't stand you,
Ciccio, why would I want anything to do with you?
this time you really gone too far,
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