Lyrics of King Of The Underground - Duke Montana

King Of The Underground (original)

Duke Montana, king delle sere nere
Roaving in this rap shit, sangue blu nelle vene
Night ride ready to rock, never legend
Raw on we need come John Lennon
Vent’anni dentra ar gioco senza mai delude
Barre da paura come sesso crudo, le tue so scadute
Stai al passo coi tempi se non vuoi marcì
Ce metti n’attimo a sparì in mezzo a un mare di mc’s
Rides road sotto produzione, perdi la voce
Dalla terra, spunta na croce
E sei sfinito, non sei durato tanto e facevi il divo
Io so un reporter delle zone marce dove vivo
Ho registrato nella mente tutto quello che occorre
Per ottenere inchiostro che scorre
Il sangue dei miei versi, over mind
The king of the underground never die
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill the beats, make the hits
Da ragazzino nella bisca dice hermano raniero
Giocavo a bijardino e m’ascoltavo lo stereo
Mica la radio, non passavano il rap vero
Quindi mettevo na cassetta in on destino
Public enemy, Gucci rap, Kumodi
Deep and Deem e double W on the this ears
Tutti kings che m’hanno ispirato
Ringrazio a tutti loro se c’ho ancora il fiato
E saluto l’amici della vecchia scuola
Sapete bene chi siete, siamo la storia
I tempi di Babilonia, ve li ricordate?
I pomeriggi passati pe le strade
Del centro, a fare i tag sulle metropolitane
Pe poi ritornà nelle borgate
Voi do cazzo stavate quando io e Seppia
Stavamo in giro coi notturni a fare le nottate?
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill a be, make the age
L’anno 1991, la prima volta che ho sputato in uno studio
Non ci credevo quando è uscito il vinile
Che onore, si vendeva nei negozi a diecimila lire
I primi soldi da teenagers con i primi live
Andavo a Termini a comprà the solda e pure vai
Pe vestissi hip hop non compravi online
Pe cercà le nuove Jordan ne le nuove Nike
Te le facevi portà da chi andava negli States
Vestivo originale niente fake
Eravamo stilosi, tutti riders
Eravamo tutti più uniti meno haters
Se beccavamo alla vetrina pe ascoltà l’hip hop
I Golden Age rap pe me rimane sempre il top
Il tuo tempo come lo passi
So contento di vedere mio fijo che sta a seguì i miei passi

(translation)

Duke Montana, king of black evenings
Roaving in this rap shit, blue blood in my veins
Night ride ready to rock, never legend
Raw on we need like John Lennon
Twenty years inside the game without ever disappointing
Fear bars like raw sex, yours are expired
Keep up with the times if you don't want to get rotten
It takes a moment to disappear in the middle of a sea of mc's
Rides road under production, lose your voice
From the earth, a cross emerges
And you're exhausted, you didn't last long and you were a star
I know a reporter from the rotten areas where I live
I have recorded everything needed in my mind
To get ink flowing
The blood of my verses, over mind
The king of the underground never die
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill the beats, make the hits
As a kid in the gambling den says hermano raniero
I played bijardino and listened to the stereo
Not the radio, they didn't play real rap
So I put a cassette in on destiny
Public enemy, Gucci rap, Kumodi
Deep and Deem and double W on these ears
All kings who inspired me
I thank all of them if I still have breath
And hello to my old school friends
You know who you are, we are history
Do you remember the times of Babylon?
Afternoons spent on the streets
From the centre, to make tags on the subways
Then he will return to the villages
You fuck were you when Sepia and I
Were we going around with nocturnes to have late nights?
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill a be, make the age
The year 1991, the first time I spat in a studio
I didn't believe it when the vinyl came out
What an honour, it was sold in shops for ten thousand lire
The first money as teenagers with the first live shows
I went to Termini to buy the solda and well go
If you were wearing hip hop, you didn't buy online
Pe looks for the new Jordans in the new Nikes
You were carried by those who went to the States
I wore original, nothing fake
We were stylish, all riders
We were all more united less haters
If we caught in the shop window for listen to hip hop
The Golden Age rap for me always remains the top
How you spend your time
I am happy to see my fijo who is following in my footsteps