Lyrics of Funk Molotov - Menhir feat. Prime Artist & DJ Cris, Menhir, DJ Cris

Funk Molotov (original)

Fuori i secondi, giro per mondi, luoghi sparsi, conto i passi
Spingo la merda dai bassifondi caccio fuori un poker d’assi
Roba da record d’incassi come da prassi hip hop classic
Qui prendi lezioni di funk, di stile, di flow, mister boombastik
Pronto al contatto senza contratto, guado al futuro ma invoco il passato
Predestinato, morto e rinato
Accendo il microfono e sento il boato
La lirica abilita i sensi udito, olfatto, tatto
Niente classifica ne consenso, qui conta il significato
Fucile da caccia ci metto la faccia nel fare e nel dire le cose
Per quello che ho dato, vissuto, imparato
Spine e rose è il mio ritratto
Il da-da-dardo è-è-è tra-tra-tto, il de-de-dente è-è avvelenato
Nato sotto il segno del Moro bendato
Anime affini senza confini barbaricini nuragici
Siamo il veleno che eleva il livello e ti insegna la storia dell’abc
La strada che bazzico mi fa da scudo valetudo
Sto fermo e sudo magnitudo
Qui è l’inverno, passo e chudo
Funk Molotov
Look in my mind
Try and see if you’ll find
Where the Blind Paradigm
I’m getting better with time
Everybody want the top
But nobody wanna climb
And if the work stops
Then nobody gonna shine
I grind 24/7
Shoot off a verse and i got plenty more weapons
AK spray off the words I say
Sound real parlé when I talk blazé
Man walk by day, get fly by night
When I cut up a record I apply my knife
Got you high off the rhymes I write
Sniff it, Prime on the rise
I’m the oven to your biscuit
Knockin on your noggin
Grab your head
Bob it, Bump it, Can’t stop it
Ima blow like a trumpet, dude nasty
You who lack me, backpack me
Jewels I kick lick hack-sackey, please
Ancora in piedi come vedi mordo i freni.
impugno i remi
E spingo il gioco agli estremi con la mia family di alieni
Tre fieri guerrieri autentici Jedi, col funck scritto nei geni
Si fanno seri infrangendo regole e schemi
Se ci sostieni maniteni longevi i saperi di questo clan
Kingaié, Momak BD, Russel Jordan dei supersayan
Sul micro fanno pam pam, rime a raffica
Un tam tam che batte dal cuore dei ghetti di Babilon
Sulle drum ti intratteniamo, traghettiamo, traschiamo tra le tante facce del
nostro suono
Battendo sodo il chiodo, impostando il tono sul crono
Portando dal sottosuolo uno stile nuovo a te, uomo
Metti in conto questa combo che va controtendenza
Che fa la differenza con la propria sapienza
Nel rap siamo eccellenza si sa, fottiamo agli apici
Coi seguaci più audaci e tenaci b boys fanatici

(translation)

Out of the seconds, around worlds, scattered places, counting the steps
I push the shit out of the slums and kick out a poker of aces
Blockbuster stuff as per hip hop classic practice
Here you take funk, style, flow, mister boombastik lessons
Ready for contact without a contract, I wade into the future but invoke the past
Fated, dead and reborn
I turn on the microphone and hear the roar
The opera enables the senses of hearing, smell, touch
No classification or consensus, here the meaning counts
Shotgun I put my face in doing and saying things
For what I have given, lived, learned
Thorns and roses is my portrait
The da-da-dardo is-is-is tra-tto, the de-de-tooth is-is poisoned
Born under the sign of the blindfolded Moor
Kindred souls without barbaric nuragic borders
We are the poison that raises the level and teaches you the story of the abc
The road that I hang out is my valetudo shield
I stand still and sweat magnitude
Here it is winter, over and over
Funk Molotov
Look in my mind
Try and see if you’ll find
Where the Blind Paradigm
I'm getting better with time
Everybody want the top
But nobody wanna climb
And if the work stops
Then nobody gonna shine
I grind 24/7
Shoot off a verse and i got plenty more weapons
AK spray off the words I say
Sound real parlé when I talk blazé
Man walk by day, get fly by night
When I cut up a record I apply my knife
Got you high off the rhymes I write
Sniff it, Prime on the rise
I'm the oven to your biscuit
Knockin on your noggin
Grab your head
Bob it, Bump it, Can't stop it
Ima blow like a trumpet, dude nasty
You who lack me, backpack me
Jewels I kick lick hack-sackey, please
Still standing, as you can see, I bite the brakes.
I grab the oars
And I push the game to extremes with my alien family
Three proud authentic Jedi warriors, with funck written in their genes
They get serious by breaking rules and patterns
If you support us, keep the knowledge of this clan long-lived
Kingaié, Momak BD, Russel Jordan of supersayan
On the micro make pam pam, rhymes in bursts
A tam tam beating from the heart of the ghettos of Babilon
On the drums we entertain you, we ferry, we move among the many faces of the
our sound
Hitting the nail hard, setting the tone on the chrono
Bringing a new style to you from the underground, man
Take into account this combo that goes against the trend
Which makes a difference with your own wisdom
In rap we are excellence you know, we fuck at the top
With the most daring and tenacious followers fanatic b boys