Paroles et traduction DJ Fastcut, Mic Handz, Rancore, Er Danno & Rockness Monsta - Poeti estinti

Poeti estinti

Cos'è la setta dei poeti estinti?
Non credo che il preside la giudicherebbe troppo favorevolmente
Perché? Ma... ma, che cos'è?
Siete capaci di mantenere un segreto?

Sia
Roma, questo è DJ Fastcut (Fastcut)
Jedi Master Danno (Colle der Fomento)
(Colle der Fomento) Rockness Monsta
R-a-n-c-o-r-e
Mic Handz
Rancore
Dead Poets (Dead Poets)
Poeti Estinti, Poeti Estinti
Connesione Roma-Brownsville (Brooklyn)
E mi capisci zi'

Io col mio rap risveglio spiriti dormienti
Poeti estinti, antichi demoni respinti pure dall'Inferno
E tengo sotto scacco stupidi convinti
Mentre lotto con le bestie che escono dal mio quaderno

Io sono il mostro, mastro, albero maestro
Sulle vostre menti deboli con un semplice gesto
Jedi su percorsi paralleli che non noti
E c'ho trucchi per voi brocchi come il vecchio Ben Kenobi

Accanna i giochi, i poeti so' tornati
E mo so' versibus alternis affilati
Da Roma fino a Brooklyn, saluta i generali
Scrivi due "P" maiuscole nel cielo e poi nel fuoco brucia i gradi

Come Er Bestia sopra il muro con i pennarelli
È cibo per la mente dei ribelli
E in mezzo a 'sti pischelli ancora so' cecchino
Lancio in rima i miei coltelli
E mo' chiamateme Gioacchino Belli

Qual è il punto più lontano in cui si sono spinti
Quei poeti fatti fuori dalla tirannia
Prima legge della setta dei poeti estinti detta
Devi proteggere la compagnia

Assassino quando rimo 'sti sonetti
Affino Stilnovi mentre affilo i miei stiletti
Curtis, Bon Jovi metto in fila 'sti cadetti
Fino a Bucktown
E scommetto che mo' smetti, eh sì

I'm from when you had to know how to rap to be a rapper
If you rap like him you wasn't a rapper, you was an actor
Matter of fact, bruh, that was the shit
Datta have niggas at you
Want a battle or your head on a platter or both

Niggas done died for this shit you playing with
Sad it's always the ones who really be saying some shit
If God could just give us back P and Fatal Hussein
I would gladly trade away all these lames in the game

I ain't even gonna be greedy (no)
I could've added P.H. and Freaky Tah, Big L and ODB
Pun Nate Dogg, X1 and Flood Deezy
But today's game ain't even worth the first 3 B

So many more of them just the ones I chilled with
The ones I actually rocked with and built with
Had my differences with Big but fuck that, he's still gifted
We both did it for Brooklyn, that's real shit nigga

Fastcut
Danno
Rancore
Dead Poets
Poeti Estinti
Roma
Brownsville
Siete capaci di mantenere un segreto?

Questo apparato respiratorio non ha pagato le tasse
Per queste casse di aria condizionata
Come se non bastasse, dagli occhi vedo appannato
Nato inscatolato in un'area confezionata

La mia galera che non si adatta al tradizionale
E non tratta con un legale, non scatta condizionale
Ma salta da un dizionario a un altro
Come una sorta di setta
Che sotto terra fu stretta dal mio contrario

Essere o non essere -mh- problematici
SOS canta bene, è la schizofrenia
Tieni, se Roma è l'Eden dall'Eneide che ci allena
Come degli Ellenici alienandoci come gli alieni

Color Tufello sembra grigia la folla
E anche io Madonna mia ho fatto un tempio di cenere
Nonostante il fiore sul capitello della colonna
Ora che il colore crolla è una corolla di tenebre

Assassino quando rimo 'sti sonetti
Affino Stilnovi mentre affilo i mei stiletti
Curtis, Bon Jovi metto in fila 'sti cadetti fino a Bucktown
E scommetto che mo' smetti, eh sì

Qual è il punto più lontano in cui si sono spinti
Quei poeti fatti fuori dalla tirannia
Prima legge della setta dei poeti estinti detta
Devi proteggere la compagnia

Qual è il punto della carta in cui saranno scritti
I segreti dei poeti dentro la poesia
Quarta legge della setta dei poeti estinti detta
Devi proteggere la compagnia

Pardon my pen 'cause what you
Bout to witness begin
Is a version of manuscripture
From beginning to end
Manslaughter like, sorta like
Rivets in a chain saw
Drawstrings, spit blades
Rivers in da rain
Pour passion
Pieces into pieces Imma cash in
Flashing da haviest metals
Popping yo sash, Den

Do it for the rap game
Do it for da poets top 5
Writers dead or alive
And Jada knows it
Got cha Big Puns wit big Ls
Proof is we pen well
Easy and Pimp C
Mac Dre/O.DB
Nate Dogg and Guru
B.I. On I.G
Fatal Hussein
Jay Arch/ Proverb
And Sean P

Spittin' thru da pain
Cause they live on
From with in me
Treyvon and Mike B
All play a part, we are woven
Deeply into history's cloth
So that the penning of our poets
Ain't lost, we gots ya live on

Extinct poets

What is the sect of extinct poets?
I don't think the principal would judge you too favorably
Why is that? But... but, what is it?
Are you able to keep a secret?

Both
Rome, this is D Fast
Master Damage (Colle der Fomento)
(Colle der Fomento) Rockness Monsta
R-a-n-c-o-r-e
Mic Handz
Grudge
Dead Poets (Dead Poets)
Extinct Poets, Extinct Poets
Rome - Brol
And you understand me zi'

I with my rap awakening dormant spirits
Extinct poets, ancient demons rejected even from Hell
And I keep in check convinced fools
As I struggle with the beasts that come out of my notebook

I am the monster, master, master tree
On your weak minds with a simple gesture
edi
And I got tricks for you jugs like old Ben Kenobi

Play the games, the poets are back
And mo so ' versibus alternis sharpened
From Rome to Brookly
Write two capital "P" in the sky and then in the fire burn the degrees

How Er Beast over the wall with markers
It is food for the mind of the rebels
And in the midst of 'sti pischelli still know' sniper
I throw my knives in rhyme
And mo ' call me Gioacchino Belli

What is the furthest point they have gone
Those poets made out of tyranny
First law of the sect of extinct poets said
You have to protect the company

Killer when I removed these sonnets
I sharpen Stilnovi while I sharpen my stilettos
Curtis, Bon metto
Up to Bucktow
And I bet you stop, yeah

I'm from when you had to know how to rap to be a rapper
If you rap like him you wasn't a rapper, you was an actor
Matter of fact, bruh, that was the shit
Datta have niggas at you
Want a battle or your head on a platter or both

Niggas done died for this shit you playing with
Sad it's always the ones who really be saying some shit
If God could just give us back P and Fatal Hussein
I would gladly trade away all these lames in the game

I ain't even gonna be greedy (no)
I could've added P.H. and Freaky Tah, Big L and ODB
Pun Nate Dogg, X1 and Flood Deezy
But today's game ain't even worth the first 3 B

So many more of them just the ones I chilled with
The ones I actually rocked with and built with
Had my differences with Big but fuck that, he's still gifted
We both did it for Brooklyn, that's real shit nigga

Fastcut
Danno
Rancore
Dead Poets
Poeti Estinti
Roma
Brownsville
Are you able to keep a secret?

This respiratory system did not pay taxes
For these air conditioning cases
As if that were not enough, from the eyes I see fogged
Born boxed in a packaged area

My jail that doesn't fit the traditional
And does not deal with a legal, does not take conditional
But it jumps from one dictionary to another
As a kind of sect
That under the ground was squeezed by my opposite

To be or not to be-mh-problematic
SOS sings well, it's schizophrenia
Here, if Rome is Eden from the Aeneid that trains us
Like Hellenes alienating us like aliens

Color Tufello looks gray the crowd
And I too My Madonna made a temple of ashes
Despite the flower on the column capital
Now that the color collapses it is a corolla of darkness

Killer when I removed these sonnets
I sharpen Stilnovi while I sharpen my stilettos
Curtis, Bon metto
And I bet you stop, yeah

What is the furthest point they have gone
Those poets made out of tyranny
First law of the sect of extinct poets said
You have to protect the company

What is the point of the card where they will be written
The secrets of poets within poetry
Fourth law of the sect of extinct poets called
You have to protect the company

Pardon my pen 'cause what you
Bout to witness begin
Is a version of manuscripture
From beginning to end
Manslaughter like, sorta like
Rivets in a chain saw
Drawstrings, spit blades
Rivers in da rain
Pour passion
Pieces into pieces Imma cash in
Flashing da haviest metals
Popping yo sash, Den

Do it for the rap game
Do it for da poets top 5
Writers dead or alive
And Jada knows it
Got cha Big Puns wit big Ls
Proof is we pen well
Easy and Pimp C
Mac Dre/O.DB
Nate Dogg and Guru
B.I. On I.G
Fatal Hussein
Jay Arch/ Proverb
And Sean P

Spittin' thru da pain
Cause they live on
From with in me
Treyvon and Mike B
All play a part, we are woven
Deeply into history's cloth
So that the penning of our poets
Ain't lost, we gots ya live on