Текст и перевод песни Shakalab - Non facciamo musica

Non facciamo musica

Oh picciò, mettiamo un cd Reggae?
Reggae?!
E metti quello degli Shakalab
Quello nuovo degli Shakalab?
Picchi chiddo reggae è? Ma chiddici!?
Chiddo Trip Pop è
Trip hop?
Chiddo è Dancehall Melodico, socch'è?
Ma quale Dancehall, chiddi fanno reggae
Chisto reggae è, ma chi dici

Non facciamo roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap o Reggaeton
Non cantiamo più, non scriviamo da un po'
E non facciamo neanche musica
Non facciamo roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap o Reggaeton
Non cantiamo più, non scriviamo da un po'
E non facciamo neanche musica

Che fazzo trap compare è rap animale
S'unné rap frate stai male soccu minchia ti pare?
Aviti l'aricchi attuppati?
Cca scippo i balati di i lati di strati
E giudicati assittati sparati minchiati scippati lignati
Eu un fazzu rap e tu lu fai pi cu avi sett'anni
Poi ti 'ncoccio a tutti banni pari bugs Bunny
Ti tremano i ammi e si mi viri arresti 'npanni
E appena pigghio u mic 'n 'mano ti cachi i mutanni

Mora Faya inna di danz, prendo forward da assai
Dai tempi chi nna yard un pigghiava u wi-fi, right!?
Shakalab? Rubadub? No dai
E allora gira u disco e poi niscemo lu style (ah ai)
Ma hai idea di quanto asfalto niatri vittimo?
Di quanti anni spesi p'abbanniari ncapo u ritmo?
E notti in bianco a dare forma ad ogni disco
Tu dopo mi dai addosso e non capisco

Non facciamo roots, reggae dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap o Reggaeton
Non cantiamo più, non scriviamo da un po'
E non facciamo neanche musica
Non facciamo roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap o Reggaeton
Non cantiamo più, non scriviamo da un po'
E non facciamo neanche musica

Era il '79, in testa nelle charts mi ricordo
Il pezzo si chiamava: So much trouble in the world
Avevo 15 anni e per la prima volta
Un programma reggae da una radio libera
30 anni spesi in periferia
Sognando di cantare come Burning Spear (Jah no dead)
E mi scordo l'Italia degli '80
Io li chiamavo dreadlocks tu li chiamavi rasta

Si traso 'ntá la yard mi talii cu l'occhi torti
Picchí fazzu freestyle e sugnu sempre lu cchiú forte
E 'ntá la battle ti porti li picciotti
Pi fariti l'applauso e vinciri sti quattro sordi
Aju trentatrí anni sugnu fattu ranni
Tu mi chiami ancora rastaman
Ma un mi fazzu manco i canni
Non ho la sindrome di Peter Pan (Capito man?)
Quannu cuminciavi tu taliavi bim bum bam

Non facciamo roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap o Reggaeton
Non cantiamo più, non scriviamo da un po'
E non facciamo neanche musica
Non facciamo roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap o Reggaeton
Non cantiamo più, non scriviamo da un po'
E non facciamo neanche musica

We Don't Make Music

Yo dude, let's put on a Reggae CD?
Reggae?!
Yeah, put on that Shakalab one
The new Shakalab one?
What reggae is that? Are you kidding!?
That's Trip Pop
Trip hop?
That's Melodic Dancehall, what are you talking about?
What Dancehall, they make reggae
This is reggae, come on

We don't do roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap or Reggaeton
We don't sing anymore, we haven't written in a while
And we don't even make music
We don't do roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap or Reggaeton
We don't sing anymore, we haven't written in a while
And we don't even make music

I do trap man, it's animal rap
If it's not rap bro, you're messed up, what the heck do you think?
Do you have your ears plugged?
Here I steal the beats from the sides of the layers
And judge yourself seated, shot, screwed, ripped, and burned
I don't do rap and you do it for those who are seven years old
Then I meet you at every corner like Bugs Bunny
Your hands tremble and if you see me you arrest your clothes
And as soon as I take the mic in my hand you crap your pants

Mora Faya in the dance, I get forwarded a lot
From the times when in the yard you didn't get wi-fi, right!?
Shakalab? Rubadub? No come on
So turn the record and then we come out with the style (ah ai)
Do you have any idea how much asphalt we victimize?
How many years spent waving our heads to the rhythm?
And sleepless nights giving shape to every record
Then you attack me and I don't understand

We don't do roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap or Reggaeton
We don't sing anymore, we haven't written in a while
And we don't even make music
We don't do roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap or Reggaeton
We don't sing anymore, we haven't written in a while
And we don't even make music

It was '79, I remember at the top of the charts
The song was called: So much trouble in the world
I was 15 and for the first time
A reggae program from a free radio
30 years spent in the suburbs
Dreaming of singing like Burning Spear (Jah no dead)
And I forget the Italy of the '80s
I called them dreadlocks you called them rasta

If I enter the yard they look at me with crooked eyes
Because I do freestyle and I'm always the strongest
And in the battle you bring the kids
To make you applaud and win these four pennies
I'm thirty-three years old, I'm grown up
You still call me rastaman
But I don't even do joints
I don't have Peter Pan syndrome (Got it man?)
When you started you watched bim bum bam

We don't do roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap or Reggaeton
We don't sing anymore, we haven't written in a while
And we don't even make music
We don't do roots, reggae, dub, raggamuffin, dancehall
Trap, Rubadub, Rap or Reggaeton
We don't sing anymore, we haven't written in a while
And we don't even make music