Lyrics of RAPPER - Ensi, Johnny Marsiglia, Agent Sasco

RAPPER (original)

Uh, yeah
Dammi, dam-, dammi il mic
Oh, Joe Joe
(Joe Joe beat)
Ogni rapper dice: «Uccido rapper»
Anche il più fiacco dice: «Uccido rapper»
Mi chiedo alla fine chi ucciderebbe
Forse un po' di sangue vero ci vorrebbe
Quando prendo il mic divento Iron Mike
Mike Tyson light
Mi togli il mic, togli l’auto a Michael Knight
Ho sempre lavorato, mai scondinzolato al capo
Risposto a quei cani in casa mia senza nessun mandato
Mi chiedono le tracce nuove (J a che punto sei?)
Sarà il poco spessore, facce nuove come Baccaglini
A te non fotte delle rime
A me non fotte della tua fottuta squadra come Zamparini
Woah, volo basso sulle Blazer basse
Ti ascolto come se mi interessasse
E se la morte mi si presentasse
Le direi: «Dammi il budget, esentasse»
E questo rap due palle
Ho aperto il video nuovo, l’ho chiuso dopo due barre
Che se la carne è carne
Siete un hamburger di soia al sangue
Se rappo ti sposti
Non te l’aspetti tipo Bill Cosby
Gente affiliata, sento street gossip
Scrivo ancora quando fuori non c'è luce
Quando è tardi per le troie e troppo presto per i pusher
Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin' up all the Italiano
Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya
You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano
Lyrical assassin run upon you
You’re a goner
Hotter than the summer inna Ghana
Comin' like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer
Oh, yes, we gettin' paid 'cause we ah top performer
Rippin' all the greens, it’s like a ganja farmer
In strada parlo e cammino come un campione, tutti sanno il nome
Chiedilo in giro, no competizione
Non c'è questione, rapper, non cercate faide
Non è ancora nato un figlio di puttana come me nel cypher
Rimetto in riga con il rap questa gioventù
Convinta che in 'sta merda tutto ciò che non è trap è old school
Io sono roots and culture, boots e calci
Loops e drums in faccia e fiamme ai party
Ogni rapper dice: «Uccido rapper»
Ma se dice che uccide me, mente
Ho sempre ucciso rapper, ma veramente
Ci sono i video in rete, ancora appendo teste alla parete
Rapper, non provarci
Questa roba richiede talento, la tua richiede un bell’outfit
Odio i rapper fasci, i rapper nazi
I rapper che copiano altri rapper scarsi
Qua non è cambiato niente
Io smetto il giorno prima di morire
Così almeno, bro, non muore un rapper
Questo suono sta tornando
No, è qui da sempre, oh, e per sempre
Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin' up all the Italiano
Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya
You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano
Lyrical assassin run upon you
You’re a goner
Hotter than the summer inna Ghana
Comin' like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer
Oh, yes, we gettin' paid 'cause we ah top performer
Rippin' all the greens, it’s like a ganja farmer

(translation)

Uh, yeah
Give me, give-, give me the mic
Oh, Joe Joe
(Joe Joe beat)
Every rapper says: "I kill rappers"
Even the weakest says: "I kill rappers"
I wonder who he would kill in the end
Maybe some real blood would be needed
When I take the mic I become Iron Mike
Mike Tyson light
You take the mic off, you take Michael Knight's car away
I've always worked, never wagged my head
Answered those dogs in my house with no warrant
They ask me for the new tracks (J where are you?)
It will be the little thickness, new faces like Baccaglini
You don't give a shit about rhymes
I don't give a fuck about your fucking team like Zamparini
Woah, fly low on low Blazers
I listen to you as if I care
What if death presents itself to me
I would say: "Give me the budget, tax free"
And this rap two balls
I opened the new video, I closed it after two bars
That if meat is meat
You're a rare soy burger
If I rap you move
You don't expect it like Bill Cosby
Affiliate folks, I hear street gossip
I still write when there is no light outside
When it's late for the sluts and too early for the pushers
Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin 'up all the Italian
Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya
You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano
Lyrical assassin run upon you
You're a goner
Hotter than the summer inna Ghana
Comin 'like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer
Oh, yes, we gettin 'paid' cause we ah top performer
Rippin 'all the greens, it's like a ganja farmer
On the street I talk and walk like a champion, everyone knows the name
Ask around, no competition
There's no question, rapper, don't look for feuds
A son of a bitch like me in the cypher has not yet been born
I put this youth back in line with rap
Convinced that in this shit everything that isn't trap is old school
I am roots and culture, boots and kicks
Loops and drums in the face and flames at the parties
Every rapper says: "I kill rappers"
But if he says he kills me, he's lying
I've always killed rappers, but really
There are videos on the net, still hanging heads on the wall
Rapper, don't try
This stuff requires talent, yours requires a beautiful outfit
I hate fascist rappers, Nazi rappers
Rappers who copy other poor rappers
Nothing has changed here
I quit the day before I die
So at least, bro, a rapper doesn't die
This sound is returning
No, it's been here forever, oh, and forever
Eh yo, Jamaican don biggin 'up all the Italian
Before you think bring the drama, make me warn ya
You see Johnny and Ensi, dem, ah, lyrical soprano
Lyrical assassin run upon you
You're a goner
Hotter than the summer inna Ghana
Comin 'like we burn up inna sauna, still a likkle warmer
Oh, yes, we gettin 'paid' cause we ah top performer
Rippin 'all the greens, it's like a ganja farmer