Текст и перевод песни Noyz Narcos - Inri

Inri

Sembro un libro bianco tutto da riempire
Sembra che ogni stronzo in questa merda non sa più che dire
Mo che gira tutto sotto la stessa bandiera
E non più mods, punk, graffitari: siete tutti uguali
Ho merda da sputare su voi scrausi
Non fottete manco se pagate
Spingo dalla strada, per le strade
'St'erba fa sorridere, scorda' 'sta merda e se bastasse
Sentireste solo amore dalle casse
Chiavi appese al chiodo, soldi nel cassetto
Sulla via de chiude' 'sto progetto, stash nel cassonetto
Spacciamorte sempre in giro, sempre pronti e senza dio
Fiori nati dal cemento del quartiere mio
Sotto casa sgasano le auto fino a notte tardi
Testa bassa, schivo sguardi, stanco di voi bastardi
Avessi un euro pe' ogni foto avrei 'na villa de tre piani
E i rubinetti d'oro, annatevi a trova' 'n lavoro
Occhi rossi, luna piena, merda rap de classe
Come se me ne fregasse de voi stronzi
Non lo compri easy
In culo e senza troppi sorrisi, don't follow
Quaggiù nasci solo, muori solo
Vengo dalla città delle false speranze
Questa merda ti logora lentamente dall'interno cancer
Lontane da serate fancy, cazzo te pensi
Prima provi a fottermi, poi ci ripensi
La click da 21 Blackjack, Return of the Mac 10
Questa merda è Def Jam, the damn crack
Grindi in felpa nera e Uptempo
Ancora non ho tempo per queste cazzate
Rime come fucilate
Schiacci il red carpet
Dimensione a parte, le marche e i vestiti
Come cazzo siete vestiti
La mia merda è Wu-Tang, lo slang de zona mia
Suono, scende tutta la via

They fuck the fucking me
You know?
Fucking Noyz Narcos' new album
You go cop this shit homie
You go fucking cop this shit
He likes it, he likes it
All the fucking neighborhood
All the fucking city, you know?
Everybody is talking about it
Ahh he did It, he did it
That's my fucking man right there
The fucking welcome back buddy

Inri

I seem like a blank book waiting to be filled
It seems that every asshole in this shit doesn't know what to say anymore
Now that everything is going under the same flag
And no more mods, punks, graffiti artists: you're all the same
I have shit to spit on you losers
You don't fuck even if you pay
I push from the street, for the streets
This weed makes you smile, forget this shit and if that was enough
You would only hear love from the speakers
Keys hanging on the nail, money in the drawer
On the way to close this project, stash in the dumpster
Death dealers always around, always ready and without god
Flowers born from the cement of my neighborhood
Cars race under my house until late at night
Head down, avoiding glances, tired of you bastards
If I had a euro for every photo I would have a three-story villa
And gold faucets, go find yourself a job
Red eyes, full moon, classy rap shit
As if I cared for you assholes
You don't buy it easy
Up the ass and without too many smiles, don't follow
Down here you are born alone, you die alone
I come from the city of false hopes
This shit slowly wears you out from the inside, cancer
Far from fancy nights, what the fuck do you think
First you try to fuck me, then you think again
The 21 Blackjack click, Return of the Mac 10
This shit is Def Jam, the damn crack
Grinders in black hoodies and Uptempo
I still don't have time for this bullshit
Rhymes like gunshots
Crush the red carpet
Dimension apart, the brands and clothes
How the fuck are you dressed
My shit is Wu-Tang, the slang of my hood
I play it, the whole street comes down

They fuck the fucking me
You know?
Fucking Noyz Narcos' new album
You go cop this shit homie
You go fucking cop this shit
He likes it, he likes it
All the fucking neighborhood
All the fucking city, you know?
Everybody is talking about it
Ahh he did It, he did it
That's my fucking man right there
The fucking welcome back buddy