Lyrics and translation Izi feat. IDK - Al Pacino (feat. IDK)

Al Pacino (feat. IDK)

Sick Luke, Sick Luke

Sono sempre stato zitto, mo do calci al petto
Apri 'sto fottuto orecchio
Scrivo barre dure come giocavo al campetto
Sgremo diretto dall'etto
La fiducia è scivolata dentro a quel tombino
Viaggio da ch'ero bambino
Ho rubato quella mela dentro al tuo giardino
Fumo tutta l'erba del mio vicino
Sempre giù in caserma da ragazzino
In zona, fra', c'è sempre un modo per fare casino
Chi si serve del potere, uccide il contadino
Gli ha servito da mangiare solo pane e vino
Dammi un Oscar, sono un film by Al Pacino (Io)
Morirò in Sicilia come un clandestino (Sto)
Sempre di vigilia come un malandrino
Scappo sempre dagli sbirri come a San Firmino, Izeh

Fischia il vento e infuria la bufera (Infuria la bu')
Scarpe rotte, eppur bisogna andar (Eppur bisogna andar)
A conquistare la rossa primavera (Rossa prima')
Dove sorge il sol dell'avvenir, eh (Sol dell'avvenir)
Fischia il vento e infuria la bufera (Infuria la bu')
Scarpe rotte, eppur bisogna andar (Eppur bisogna andar)
A conquistare la rossa primavera (Rossa prima')
Dove sorge il sol dell'avvenir, eh (Sol dell'avvenir)

I done dodged so many bullets in my lifetime
I'm running out of lifelines
I'm having trouble getting sleep up in the nighttime
Searching through my conscience feeling scared of what I might find
I ain't in my right mind, they ain't in the right time
Got me in a tight bind, death is in the pipeline
Pedaling, pedaling up the hill, it's like it's bike time
Felony, felony, felony, you tryna take mine
Batman pull up, Batman, Robin
He say he got bullets, four-leaf clover
To my haters like, "Good luck", you should've, could've, would've
You would've, could've, should've, you niggas ain't fuckin with me
You pay when you fuckin with she
Meanwhile I'm fucking for free
And she is the world
And then I go fuck with your girl

Fischia il vento e infuria la bufera (Infuria la bu')
Scarpe rotte, eppur bisogna andar (Eppur bisogna andar)
A conquistare la rossa primavera (Rossa prima')
Dove sorge il sol dell'avvenir, eh (Sol dell'avvenir)
Fischia il vento e infuria la bufera (Infuria la bu')
Scarpe rotte, eppur bisogna andar (Eppur bisogna andar)
A conquistare la rossa primavera (Rossa prima')
Dove sorge il sol dell'avvenir, eh (Sol dell'avvenir)

Al Pacino (feat. IDK)

Sick Luke, Sick Luke

I've always been quiet, mo do kicks in the chest
Open my fucking ear
I write hard bars like I used to play on the pitch
Direct sgremo from the etto
Trust slipped into that manhole
Journey from when I was a child
I stole that apple in your garden
I smoke all my neighbor's weed
Always down in the barracks as a kid
In the area, fra', there is always a way to make a mess
Whoever uses power kills the farmer
He served him food only bread and wine
Give me an Oscar, I'm a B movie Al
I will die in Sicily as a stowaway (Sto)
Always on eve like a marauder
I always run away from the cops like in San Firmino, Izeh

Whistling the wind and raging the storm (Raging the bu')
Broken shoes, and yet one must go (And yet one must go)
To conquer the red spring (Red first')
Where the sol of the avvenir rises, eh (Sol of the avvenir)
Whistling the wind and raging the storm (Raging the bu')
Broken shoes, and yet one must go (And yet one must go)
To conquer the red spring (Red first')
Where the sol of the avvenir rises, eh (Sol of the avvenir)

I've done dodged so man bull
I'm running out of lifelines
I'm having trouble getting sleep up in the nighttime
Searching through my conscience feeling scared of what I might find
I ain't in my right mind, they ain't in the right time
Got me in a tight bind, death is in the pipeline
Pedaling, pedaling up the hill, it's like it's bike time
Felony, felony, felony, you tryna take mine
Batman pull up, Batman, Robin
He say he got bullets, four-leaf clover
To my haters like, "Good luck", you should've, could've, would've
You would've, could've, should've, you niggas ain't fuckin with me
You pay when you fuckin with she
Meanwhile I'm fucking for free
And she is the world
And then I go fuck with your girl

Whistling the wind and raging the storm (Raging the bu')
Broken shoes, and yet one must go (And yet one must go)
To conquer the red spring (Red first')
Where the sol of the avvenir rises, eh (Sol of the avvenir)
Whistling the wind and raging the storm (Raging the bu')
Broken shoes, and yet one must go (And yet one must go)
To conquer the red spring (Red first')
Where the sol of the avvenir rises, eh (Sol of the avvenir)