Translation of the song lyrics Inri - Noyz Narcos

Inri (original)

Sembro un libro bianco tutto da riempire
Sembra che ogni stronzo in questa merda non sa più che dire
Mo che gira tutto sotto la stessa bandiera
E non più mods, punk, graffitari: siete tutti uguali
Ho merda da sputare su voi scrausi
Non fottete manco se pagate
Spingo dalla strada, per le strade
'St'erba fa sorridere, scorda' 'sta merda e se bastasse
Sentireste solo amore dalle casse
Chiavi appese al chiodo, soldi nel cassetto
Sulla via de chiude' 'sto progetto, stash nel cassonetto
Spacciamorte sempre in giro, sempre pronti e senza dio
Fiori nati dal cemento del quartiere mio
Sotto casa sgasano le auto fino a notte tardi
Testa bassa, schivo sguardi, stanco di voi bastardi
Avessi un euro pe' ogni foto avrei 'na villa de tre piani
E i rubinetti d’oro, annatevi a trova' 'n lavoro
Occhi rossi, luna piena, merda rap de classe
Come se me ne fregasse de voi stronzi
Non lo compri easy
In culo e senza troppi sorrisi, don’t follow
Quaggiù nasci solo, muori solo
Vengo dalla città delle false speranze
Questa merda ti logora lentamente dall’interno cancer
Lontane da serate fancy, cazzo te pensi
Prima provi a fottermi, poi ci ripensi
La click da 21 Blackjack, Return of the Mac 10
Questa merda è Def Jam, the damn crack
Grindi in felpa nera e Uptempo
Ancora non ho tempo per queste cazzate
Rime come fucilate
Schiacci il red carpet
Dimensione a parte, le marche e i vestiti
Come cazzo siete vestiti
La mia merda è Wu-Tang, lo slang de zona mia
Suono, scende tutta la via
you know?
Fucking Noyz Narcos' new album
You go cop this shit homie
You go fucking cop this shit
He likes it, he likes it
All the fucking neighborhood
All the fucking city, you know?
Everybody is talking about it
Ahh he did It, he did it
That’s my fucking man right there
The fucking welcome back buddy

(translation)

I look like a blank book to be filled in
Seems like every asshole in this shit just doesn't know what to say anymore
Mo who runs everything under the same flag
And no more mods, punks, graffiti artists: you are all the same
I got shit to spit on you scrausi
Don't even fuck if you pay
I push from the street, into the streets
'This grass makes you smile, forget' this shit and if that were enough
You would only feel love from the speakers
Keys hanging on the nail, money in the drawer
On the street of closes '' this project, stash in the dumpster
Death pusher always around, always ready and godless
Flowers born from the concrete of my neighborhood
Under the house the cars are outgassed until late at night
Head down, shy looks, tired of you bastards
If I had a euro for each photo I would have a three-storey villa
And the gold taps, go to find '' n work
Red eyes, full moon, rap de class shit
Like I don't care about you assholes
You don't buy it easy
In the ass and without too many smiles, don't follow
Down here you are born alone, die alone
I am from the city of false hopes
This shit slowly wears you out from within cancer
Away from fancy evenings, fuck you think
First you try to fuck me, then you think again
The 21 Blackjack Click, Return of the Mac 10
This shit is Def Jam, the damn crack
Grindi in black sweatshirt and Uptempo
I still don't have time for this bullshit
Rhymes like shot
Crush the red carpet
Size aside, brands and clothes
How the fuck are you dressed
My shit is Wu-Tang, the slang de zona mia
Sound, it goes all the way down
you know?
Fucking Noyz Narcos' new album
You go cop this shit homie
You go fucking cop this shit
He likes it, he likes it
All the fucking neighborhood
All the fucking city, you know?
Everybody is talking about it
Ahh he did It, he did it
That’s my fucking man right there
The fucking welcome back buddy