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Sottotno — Sotto Effetto Stono (1996)
There's Only One Tormento (Italian original)
Translation by Angelo Zeolla aka IL Messaggero aka BRONXPOETICS(Spoken) . . . it's beautiful because i haven't even started
and you're already finished, the ball's in mid field and the ref's blown the whistle
like Cenzou would say, "Your in trouble"
because it would be safer to be stoned
Tormento represents Sottotono
i scare when i thunder
because i've studied and sweated
and evrything is accompanied by the ability God bestowed on me if i'm freestyling i won't leave you hanging FOOL
and when i rhyme on the track you won't recognize me
get out of my sight suckers and grimy whores
with a good dose of stylish verse
eat my shorts like Bart Simpson
for me you can even croak like Kurt Cobain
this is finery not gibberish
in particualar the gift of spontenaity is what this culture needs
i can't believe it but . . . .Chorus:
Professional lyricists of the whore collective
no mercy for he who dares to challenge 2x Tormento comes out from with fray with style
straight outta Varese
with a rain of profanity well spread even though i was in a crib when you started
i now zoom at 100 mile and you haven't achieved anything
left handed blows because i hold my martini in my right
comparing me to you is like comparing dance to Marini (1)
i beat an idiot without any problems
i do the sdrumo and then i smoke it
hire me for the job and you know you'll find me
in the smokers section
i know how to shake up the dope the rhyme creates
of Hip-Hop other than a bit I have an entire wave
i'm speaking not snitching
remeber i'm the realest and your only TormentChorus:
Professional lyricists of the whore collective
no mercy for he who dares to challenge 2x One time for your motherfuckin' mind
i just want your attention if you give it
Like Corveleno, i dont produce crap for the scene
niether for him who cries about it nor he who i pity
because i dont have anything to demonstrate
i'm one of the few that you can't buy respect from
i can distinguish the good from the bastard
the truth from the lie
the honest man and the liar
you can say you don't like it
you can say i don't have skills
but you have to admit that this MC with the Versace sunglasses makes you go wild
you just have to shut up
step back to where you came from
i don't bite
the fact is, you're jealous
and it burns you up how much style i have
Spacchiuso abuse from all my power
i'll leave you with your mouth hanging open to contemplate you're only a disciple and I'm a God
you act like a guaglione and i'll worry about being a chico (2)
so, don't bother me, only God can judge me
and i'll never allow you to let you beat me
i've got plenty of wild rhymes
so think twice before you attack me
and now i smoke to my storiy, toasting your memory
while im here with my bitch
you better run while you can
you'll shit on yourself when you see my tradmark circle with the "i" in the middle
and while i sip at my Bacardi
i listen to your cheap rhymes with prices from a saleNOTES:
(1) Valeria Marini is a soubrette bombshell and dancer. BACK
(2)"Guaglione" and "chico" are simply terms for "guy" in Italian and Spanish, respectively. Ultimaley, this is a diss at Neffa who orginally referred to himself a "guaglione" and then later as a "chico." Tormento and Neffa had some beef and this was Tormento's way to diss Neffa. (Thanks Lippo.) BACK
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