Translation of the song lyrics The Realness of Our Soul - Lethal V, Guilty Simpson, Davide Shorty

The Realness of Our Soul (original)

We keep it steady, we don’t judge what we don’t know
We’ll be ready when they come to take control
No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone
Nobody can deny the realness of our soul
Birra e kebab, più che nel bar a bere Chardonnay
Chi vende chance, chi invece sa tendere trappole
Bevi champagne, chili di crack nei club a San Tropez
Lasciami il rap, datti alla trap, durerà quanto te
Felicità, fiori di Bach sciolti in un altro Jack
Dubiti ma l’unicità sfilerà accanto a me
Ultimi ciack, stupidi fan chiusi in un Apple Mac
Taglio teste random, rappo bestemmiando, Random Maxx
Passi da gigante, John Coltrane
Ora il vostro salotto sa di Hall of Shame
La tua è bigiotteria bro, no gold chains
Metterò se avrò una targa sulla Walk of Fame
Dalla città dei motori, dei nomi illustri
Connessioni dai suoni giusti, apro il banco dei flussi
E se sperate, condivide, invidie e cattiverie
Siete serpi e surrogati in fila nella fattispecie
We keep it steady, we don’t judge what we don’t know
We’ll be ready when they come to take control
No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone
Nobody can deny the realness of our soul

The Realness of Our Soul (translation)

We keep it steady, we don't judge what we don't know
We’ll be ready when they come to take control
No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone
Nobody can deny the realness of our soul
Beer and kebab, more than in the bar drinking Chardonnay
Those who sell chances, those who know how to set traps
Drink champagne, kilos of crack at clubs in San Tropez
Leave me rap, go trap, it'll last as long as you
Happiness, Bach flowers dissolved in another Jack
Doubt but uniqueness will parade next to me
Last takes, stupid fans locked in an Apple Mac
Random heads cut, rap swearing, Random Maxx
Giant steps, John Coltrane
Now your living room smells of Hall of Shame
Yours is jewelry bro, no gold chains
I'll post if I have a plaque on the Walk of Fame
From the city of engines, of illustrious names
Connections with the right sounds, I open the flow bank
And if you hope, it shares, envies and malice
You are snakes and surrogates lined up in this case
We keep it steady, we don't judge what we don't know
We’ll be ready when they come to take control
No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone
Nobody can deny the realness of our soul