Текст и перевод песни Clementino - Stai senza cartucce

Stai senza cartucce

E′ logico, sul pianeta... quanti senza cartucce. è logico, esco di casa ed escogito. mescolo i miei testi e il mio vomito chi dei complessi. BENE! teng' e pall′ chin e sti ballerin', m'aggia fatt′ o sang′ nir santu làzzar' stong′ ascianc' a chill′. 's ′mparan a dic'r chelli quatt' strunzat a freestyle ′c fann i festin′ mast indè video che par'n mastin a′furnì che a final' ca forz′, cu nu fogl' e na penn′ cac'n e torz', cac a banan e pur a scorz′. spacc′ o cazz spacc e prèt, te truvat' indà na zona tetra e t′è trasut' aret′. 'm vò preparà na v′ntin' e rim 'p staser′ ca stai senza cartucc′. i so pa pac' ma nun song′ pesc' ogg′. e cumpagn mih u sann' tropp buon′. nà cos' è che 't stai ′mparann′, nà cos' è ke si ciocc′ a chiù e vint'ann′. a gar' e rap l′e vint' i nsò assai convint, arò c'è stat′ l′event, addò i mamm' e i sor′ vann' a bient′. foss' sul′ pà gar' è tranquill', è nà pazziell′, ma subit′ vuò fà u ribell', i tip liber′ comm' a libellul′. i pò rap c'aggià azzeccat′ pur e cellul', tu zumpav' ancor′ ′ncopp' e trampol′, pinnul'!
RIT: scem′, mamm't no sap′ e pat't o bà ricenn', vuò tuccà u baricentr′ rà scen′ e 'nc′ riesc'. si tu nu bbò cresc′r' e pò u vuot′ nt' capisc', già sai ca ′t tir′ comm'à strisc′.
Re part' mì, ′c stà gent sedicenn' ca si ten′ geni(o) indò rap 't fà aizzà i 'ntenn′. gent intelligent′, gent' ca fà sfregg′, gent ca fa o rap a fòr' e ppò stà indò parchegg′. tu fai part' i chella schier′ ca i riteng' e pegg'. original′ tutt′ o sud 'ncap′ t scorregg'. è a zon′ che cagn', o pop′l e l'hip-hop e napul ca o ten' e dà ′mbacc′, si partenope stracc'. (e p′cchè i nomani) come i cocainomani, ma p'cchè u slang scorr′ rint' o sang′ p st' tip' anomali. u fatt′ è ca sapimm′ che u stil' c stà, si pur u spirit′ manten' a cap′ aizzat' e c′amma stà. storie e miezz' a vì, storie ca apparten'n, storie ′ncopp′ o palc' che i cumpagna ca nu bbò chiù scenn′r.
RIT STAMM' A MOSTRRRRR
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You're Out of Rounds

It's logical, on the planet... how many are out of rounds. It's logical, I leave the house and devise. I mix my lyrics and my vomit from the complexes. GOOD! I hold the ball and these dancers, I've made the blood of Saint Lazarus go bad, I'd rather go hungry than them. They're learning to say those four nonsense words for freestyle, they make parties mast in videos that look like mastiffs, they claim that in the end, by force, with a sheet and a pen, they'll get it twisted, they'll get the banana and even the peel. I break the c * a * z * z, I break the p * r * i * e * s * t, you're in a dark area and you've been caught inside. I'm going to prepare about twenty rhymes for tonight because you're out of rounds. I'm not crazy, but I'm not a fool today. And my friends know it too well. What is it that you're learning, what is it that you're hooked on at more than twenty years old. In battles of rap at twenty we were quite convinced, where there was the event, where mothers and sisters would come running. Were it just a rap battle, it would be peaceful, it would be a crazy thing, but right away you want to play the rebel, guys free like dragonflies. I rap, I have to hit even the cells, you're still jumping on the trampoline, stupido!
CHORUS: Idiot, your mother doesn't know, and your dad has to pay for you, you want to touch the center of gravity of the scene and you aren't able to. If you don't want to grow up and you still want it in your head, you already know that I'll pull you like a snake.
Re part me, with this kid who says he has genius, where rap gets your antennae up. Intelligent people, people who make you shiver, people who do rap outside and then stay in the parking lot. You're part of that crowd that I consider the worst. All the south of originality runs down your leg. It's the area that I s***, the people of hip-hop and naples that I have and I give a blowjob, if you're a lazy Neapolitan. (And because I'm a night owl) like cocaine addicts, but because slang runs through our blood for these unusual guys. The fact is that we know that the style is there, if you also keep the spirit raised up and let's stay there. Stories in the middle of the road, stories that belong, stories on the stage that the guys who don't want to go down anymore.
CHORUS WE'RE GOING TO SHOW YOUUUU
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