Colpo di fulmine (outro) - prod. by Fritz Da Cat - Emis Killa, Fritz da Cat

Quando ho iniziato co' 'sta roba è stato un vero flash

Colpo di fulmine hai presente il logo delle Clash?

Ogni giorno avanti e dietro

Cappuccio e sguardo tetro

Guardavo le pezzate in metro

Attraverso il vetro

Niente stile con lo spray

Ma il mio life style

Era già wild

Chiedi a Ice

Chiedi a Mind

Più o meno così andava

Contro il sistema e contro chi ci si schierava

Mentre l’ATM ci schedava

Faccevo shopping

Per i miei Bobby già dal mattino

Con Biso

Quando c’era Mango in via Torino

Se provavo a spiegarlo a mia mamma diceva che cosa???

Che ne sapeva lei di blocchi, flop e fat rosa

Tu invece sai chi è Fritz

Perché adesso fa anche il beat

Conosci Luca Barcellona ma non sai chi è Bean

Sei bravo in Hall of Fame con la bozza al palmo

Ma se ti dico nero inferno non sai di che cazzo parlo?!

Ricordo le nottate con Rauto e con Etra

In giro a bombardare Milano sembrava il Vietnam

Ricordo quella fuga backjump, già toccato e fuga

Le tag dietro il finestrino la ATMmino suca

Rispetto per chi lo spinge lo ha fatto nelle provincie

Rispetto per la Shalbo e la I55

Schifo te che non ci vedi l’arte

Siamo in un mondo a parte

Sui palazzi e nelle yarde

Con bombe e marker

Bella Pela, Bella Mark

Non dimentico quelle fumate ad Usmate anche d’estate in bomboclat

La mia crew Palermo UFS fino alle fine

Tipo un entuen in culo all’FS

Nessun rispetto per chi non ha proprie idee

Fanculo i toy, non fare l’eroe non sei Ray manco Aloe

Non necessariamente hardcore come Tony Montana

Ma con una Montana Hardcore in metropolitana

Frà i miei raga con la pietra sopra il pullman

Mentre qualche passeggero insulta

Spera il controllore dia una multa

Gente da giungla

Mica i fighetti sulla Smart

Se non vuoi far saltare la yard

Occhio con il whole car

Ormai che ho chiuso il graffiti ma il mio nome

È ancora per la city sopra qualche cartellone

Niente è come quella sensazione, no

Quando uno sbirro sa come mi chiamo ma non sa che faccia ho

When I started with this stuff it was a real flash

Love at first sight do you know the Clash logo?

Every day back and forth

Hood and bleak look

I watched the piebald in the subway

Through the glass

No style with the spray

But my life style

It was already wild

Ask Ice

Ask Mind

More or less that was it

Against the system and against those who took sides

While the ATM was calling us

I was shopping

For my Bobbies in the morning

With Biso

When there was Mango in via Torino

If I tried to explain it to my mom she would say what ???

What did she know about blocks, flops and pink fats

But you know who Fritz is

Because now he also plays the beat

You know Luca Barcellona but you don't know who Bean is

You are good in the Hall of Fame with the draft in the palm

But if I tell you black hell don't you know what the fuck I'm talking about ?!

I remember the nights with Rauto and with Etra

Around bombing Milan it looked like Vietnam

I remember that backjump escape, already hit and run

The tags behind the window are the ATMmino

Respect for those who push him did it in the provinces

Respect for the Shalbo and the I55

I disgust you that you don't see art in it

We are in a world apart

On the buildings and in the yards

With bombs and markers

Bella Pela, Bella Mark

I do not forget those smoked in Usmate also in the summer in bomboclat

My Palermo UFS crew until the end

Like an entuen in the FS's ass

No respect for those who have no ideas of their own

Fuck the toys, don't be a hero, you're not Ray, not even Aloe

Not necessarily hardcore like Tony Montana

But with a Montana Hardcore on the subway

Among my boys with the stone on the bus

While some passengers insult

Hope the conductor gives you a fine

Jungle people

Not the jocks on the Smart

If you don't want to blast the yard

Eye with the whole car

By now that I have closed the graffiti but my name

It is still for the city on some billboard

Nothing is like that feeling, no

When a cop knows my name but he doesn't know what my face is