Текст и перевод песни DJ Fastcut feat. Danno, Rancore, Rockness Monstah & Mic Handz - 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?
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Si è (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
E 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 (seh)
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 stil novi mentre affilo i miei stiletti
Word is 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
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

Fastcuts, Danno, Rancore
Dead Poets, Poeti Estinti
Roma, Brownsville "Like That"
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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 (ahah)
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 stil novi mentre affilo i mei stiletti
Word is 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
Men saw the light sorta like rivets in a chain saw
Drawstrings, spit blades, rivers in the rain pour
Passion, pieces into pieces I'ma cash in
Flashing the heaviest metal, popping yo sash, Den
Do it for the rap game, do it for da poets
Top five writers dead or alive
And Jada knows it, got cha Big Puns
With big Ls, Proof is we pen well
Eazy and Pimp C, Mac Dre, O.D.B
Nate Dogg and Guru, B.I. On I.G
Fatal Hussein, Jay Arch, Proverb and Sean P!
Spittin′ through the pain
'Cause they live on from within 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
And get to 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?

It is (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
And I am the monster, master, master tree
On your weak minds with a simple gesture
edi
And there I got tricks for you jugs like old Ben Kenobi (seh)
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 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 stil novi while I sharpen my stilettos
I'll line up cadets to Bucktow
And I bet mo quit, 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
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

Fastcuts, Danno, Rancore
Dead Poets, Poeti Estinti
Rome, Bro Bro
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 Hellenic alienating us like aliens (haha)
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 stil novi while I sharpen my stilettos
I'll line up cadets to Bucktow
And I bet mo quit, 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
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
Men saw the light sorta like rivets in a chain saw
Drawstrings, spit blades, rivers in the rain pour
Passion, pieces into pieces I'ma cash in
Flashing the heaviest metal, popping yo sash, Den
Do it for the rap game, do it for da poets
Top five writers dead or alive
And Jada knows it, got cha Big Puns
With big Ls, Proof is we pen well
Eazy and Pimp C, Mac Dre, O.D.B
Nate Dogg and Guru, B.I. On I.G
Fatal Hussein, Jay Arch, Proverb and Sean P!
Spittin′ through the pain
'Cause they live on from within 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
And get to live on