Текст и перевод песни Articolo 31 feat. Kurtis Blow - Perché si!

Perché si!

A volte mette nei casini la mia vita ma
Cosi la voglio non mi dire come prenderla
Dai binari sto uscendo cercando un nuovo percorso
A ogni domanda rispondo: PERCHE' SI!
Poi mi volto

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking' the rules, killing each others like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Get the name right (whoo)

Non c'è spazio per riflettere
Io devo correre
Se sento il tempo battere
È un ritmo che non posso perdere
Da che facevo il filo alla maestra d'asilo
Che butto rime al chilo fuori da una stilo e porto in giro
Il mio spettacolo contro ogni ostacolo
Per certi siamo il diavolo ma tu chiamaci Articolo di primo nome
L'ultimo giorno del secolo compone
Il numero che fa il cognome
Quindi viola ogni regola e sfregola la pummarola con gola
Appiccicato alle mie orecchie come un Motorola
Dai tempi che le prime robe la radio passava
Le parole in inglese ma il mio cuore capiva
Giorni di dieta, non ci si scommetteva una moneta
Ci guardavano come venissimo da un altro pianeta
Ma poi le voci stavano insegnando la via
Una di loro ora è qui nella pista di fianco alla mia

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking' the rules, killing each others like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Get the name right (whoo)

Ho scelto la mia direzione tanto tempo fa
Non so la destinazione in cui mi porterà
E rispondo che ancora non ci sta capendo perché si
E cosi non rallento

Somehow you declame what is a true MC
And how can i respect the flow you're flossin' on me?
All this busters wanna credit for something they never was
I don't respect no sucker that show real MC love
When i first started off i was bouncing down many blocks
Representing the b-boys with the uprock to the hip-hop
And you don't stop, tell this breakers instead of hustlers
Making history like i was supposed to and get you suckers
I couldn't afford a Benz on the hustlers making a nence
I did have no major hits, i had no friends
But to my life speech drivin rhymin my full indeed
Given all the MC can the b-girls what they need
Play my ego on the industry, go ahed it, but don't let it
Be somebody entertaining on the mic? Then I'mma get it
Do my time, crown king, came all i maintain
Now black and blessed do school again

A volte mette nei casini la mia vita
Ma cosi la voglio non mi dire come prenderla
Dai binari sto uscendo cercando un nuovo percorso
A ogni domanda rispondo: PERCHE' SI!
Poi mi volto

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking' the rules, killing each others like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Get the name right (whoo)

A fin dei conti il più che sfondi
Voglio che costruisca ponti
La mia musica libera da preconcetti ingombri
Contro ogni sfida che il mondo a dovere di pormi
Se mi somigli bene sennò non interessa che compri
Odiato da tanti spaghetti nel funky
Ho particelle intossicanti nei miei geni dominanti
Lascio ad altri musicanti fare i santi
In questa notte di San Lorenzo siamo stelle cadenti
Non durerebbe tanto se non si cogliesse
La differenza tra un fuori campo e un fuori classe
Con Cartis Blow
Sei un bit con il pedigree
Dalle radici fino al mio ramo personale: PERCHE' SI!

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking' the rules, killing each others like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Kiss your name bye (whoo)

Ho scelto la mia direzione tanto tempo fa
Non so la destinazione in cui mi porterà
E rispondo che ancora non ci sta capendo: perché si
E cosi non rallento

Kurtis Blow, yeah
This is going out to Articolo 31
Kurtis Blow, also Kool Herc, my man Afriika Bambaata
Dj Hollywood, PDJ Jones
Eddie Chivo, B.B Starski, my man Nas, Busta Rhymes
Wyclef Jean, Lauren Hill, Grime
We 'boutta take this thing where it at for the 2000

(Hey Jad, vieni, guarda cosa ho contruito)
(No, vieni a vedere, l'ho costruito io vedi che figata)
(Anche quello là? Chiudi la porta)
(Fausto! No, devi-)

Why Yes!

Sometimes my life gets messy, but
This is how I want it, don't tell me how to live it
I'm going off the rails, searching for a new path
To every question, I answer: WHY YES!
Then I turn around

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking the rules, killing each other like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Get the name right (whoo)

There's no time to think
I gotta run
If I feel the beat
It's a rhythm I can't miss
Ever since I was hitting on my kindergarten teacher
I've been spitting rhymes by the kilo from a pen and taking my show
Against every obstacle
For some, we're the devil, but you call us Article by our first name
The last day of the century makes up
The number that makes the last name
So break every rule and rub the tomato with your throat
Stuck to my ears like a Motorola
From the times when the radio played the first stuff
The words were in English, but my heart understood
Days of diet, we wouldn't bet a dime
They looked at us like we came from another planet
But then the voices were teaching the way
One of them is now here on the track next to mine

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking the rules, killing each other like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Get the name right (whoo)

I chose my direction a long time ago
I don't know the destination it will take me to
And I answer that you still don't understand why, yes
And so I don't slow down

Somehow you declame what is a true MC
And how can I respect the flow you're flossin' on me?
All these busters wanna credit for something they never was
I don't respect no sucker that show real MC love
When I first started off I was bouncing down many blocks
Representing the b-boys with the uprock to the hip-hop
And you don't stop, tell these breakers instead of hustlers
Making history like I was supposed to and get you suckers
I couldn't afford a Benz on the hustlers making a nence
I did have no major hits, I had no friends
But to my life speech drivin' rhymin' my full indeed
Given all the MCs can the b-girls what they need
Play my ego on the industry, go ahead it, but don't let it
Be somebody entertaining on the mic? Then I'mma get it
Do my time, crown king, came all I maintain
Now black and blessed do school again

Sometimes my life gets messy
But this is how I want it, don't tell me how to live it
I'm going off the rails, searching for a new path
To every question, I answer: WHY YES!
Then I turn around

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking the rules, killing each other like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Get the name right (whoo)

At the end of the day, the most successful
I want him to build bridges
My music, free from bulky preconceptions
Against every challenge the world has to give me
If you're like me, good, otherwise, I don't care if you buy
Hated by many spaghetti in the funky
I have intoxicating particles in my dominant genes
I leave it to other musicians to play the saints
On this night of San Lorenzo, we are shooting stars
It wouldn't last long if you didn't grasp
The difference between an off-field and an off-class
With Kurtis Blow
You're a bit with pedigree
From the roots to my personal branch: WHY YES!

This is from the Old School to the New School, yo
Breaking the rules, killing each other like fools
Let me tell you what we used to do, what unites
Kurtis Blow (Articolo)
Kiss your name bye (whoo)

I chose my direction a long time ago
I don't know the destination it will take me to
And I answer that you still don't understand: why yes
And so I don't slow down

Kurtis Blow, yeah
This is going out to Articolo 31
Kurtis Blow, also Kool Herc, my man Afrika Bambaataa
DJ Hollywood, PDJ Jones
Eddie Cheeba, B.B Starski, my man Nas, Busta Rhymes
Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill, Grime
We 'boutta take this thing where it at for the 2000

(Hey Jad, come here, look what I built)
(No, come and see, I built it, see how cool it is)
(That one too? Close the door)
(Fausto! No, you have to-)