I.L.T.G. (I Love This Game) - Emis Killa

I love this game

I love this game

I love this game

I love this

Lo senti il sound è chiaro o no?

Dall’underground al top, dai playground ai play off

Alza la tv, passa i pop corn, inizia lo show

Quando si incontrano la East e la West Coast

C'è un po' d’Italia in Usa

Quattro paesani in Nba, riempono d’orgoglio i miei

Ancora sul parquet a fare fischiare sneakers come gomme nel drifting

Puntando al grande salto come Blake Griffin

Se servono le rime?

Sai già chi chiama Sky

Sempre Emis Killa, ancora Killa, sono il go-to guy

Migliore in campo ad MI, MVP

Il beat lo alza Big Fish, siamo il «Dream Team»

E' un sacco che non perdo e qui ogni giorno è guerra

Sto un metro sopra il ferro ma coi piedi per terra

Stalking e trash talking alle mie spalle

La vita è come il basket (cioè?) questione di palle

Non ci sono per nessuno oggi c'è l’Nba (I love this game)

Un parquet, un canestro ed una palla, solo io e lei (I love this game)

Blocchi, assist, tiri da tre, fadeaway (I love this game)

Non c'è più tempo per pensare, it’s time to play (I love this)

Tutti lo sanno quando parte Killa non lo fermi

L’uomo dell’anno sono in forma come Stephen Curry

Rookie come in «He got game» groupie nel mio letto

In fissa col triangolo come Phil Jackson

Quando ci provi con lei vai a vuoto «Air ball»

Io e i miei?

La schiacciamo forte come Lebron James

Capi di 'sta scena come Tony in «Scarface»

Blocco Rex, crème de la crème, «All-Star game»

Il mio paese grida: «Defence» qui non è più aria

Voglio andar via dall’Italia come Kobe Bryant

La mia generazione segue le mie orme

Prende le mie forme, bianco e tatuato come Birdman

Qui ogni giorno è gara 7 e sento la stanchezza

Ma se ci credo non mi ferma neanche Dick Bavetta

Sognare di spiccare il volo e rassegnarsi mai

«I believe I can fly», ricordi Mike?

Non ci sono per nessuno oggi c'è l’Nba (I love this game)

Un parquet, un canestro ed una palla, solo io e lei (I love this game)

Blocchi, assist, tiri da tre, fadeaway (I love this game)

Non c'è più tempo per pensare, it’s time to play (I love this)

Partiti dal quartiere, parlerete di noi

Bad Boy, come nei novanta Detroit

Odio le cose easy, il nostro motto è «Play hard»

Ma 'ste rime le scrivo con gli occhi chiusi «Layup»

Musicalmente geniale: Reimann

Mentre qui distruggono i talenti tipo «Space Jam»

Scrivo così tante hit, sopra questi beat

Che se fossi un team mi chiamerei «MiaEmis Heat»

Non ci sono per nessuno oggi c'è l’Nba (I love this game)

Un parquet, un canestro ed una palla, solo io e lei (I love this game)

Blocchi, assist, tiri da tre, fadeaway (I love this game)

Non c'è più tempo per pensare, it’s time to play (I love this)

I love this game

I love this game

I love this game

I love this

Do you hear the sound is it clear or not?

From the underground to the top, from playgrounds to play offs

Turn up the TV, pass the popcorn, start the show

When East and West Coast meet

There is a bit of Italy in the US

Four villagers in the NBA fill my parents with pride

Still on the parquet to make sneakers whistle like tires in drifting

Aiming for the big leap like Blake Griffin

Do you need rhymes?

You already know who calls Sky

Still Emis Killa, still Killa, I'm the go-to guy

Best in the field at MI, MVP

Big Fish lifts the beat, we are the "Dream Team"

I have not lost a lot and here every day is war

I stand a meter above the iron but with my feet on the ground

Stalking and trash talking behind my back

Life is like basketball (that is?) About balls

There is no NBA for anyone today (I love this game)

A parquet, a basket and a ball, just me and her (I love this game)

Blocks, assists, threes, fadeaways (I love this game)

There is no more time to think, it's time to play (I love this)

Everyone knows when Killa leaves, you don't stop him

Man of the year are as fit as Stephen Curry

Rookie as in "He got game" groupie in my bed

In love with the triangle like Phil Jackson

When you try with her you go empty "Air ball"

Me and mine?

We crush her hard like Lebron James

Heads of this scene like Tony in "Scarface"

Rex block, crème de la crème, "All-Star game"

My country cries out: "Defense" is no longer air here

I want to leave Italy like Kobe Bryant

My generation follows in my footsteps

It takes my forms, white and tattooed like Birdman

Here every day is race 7 and I feel tired

But if I believe it, Dick Bavetta doesn't stop me either

Dreaming of taking flight and never resigning yourself

"I believe I can fly," remember Mike?

There is no NBA for anyone today (I love this game)

A parquet, a basket and a ball, just me and her (I love this game)

Blocks, assists, threes, fadeaways (I love this game)

There is no more time to think, it's time to play (I love this)

Starting from the neighborhood, you will talk about us

Bad Boy, like in the nineties Detroit

I hate easy things, our motto is "Play hard"

But these rhymes I write with my eyes closed "Layup"

Musically brilliant: Reimann

While here they destroy talents like "Space Jam"

I write so many hits, over these beats

That if I were a team I would be called "MiaEmis Heat"

There is no NBA for anyone today (I love this game)

A parquet, a basket and a ball, just me and her (I love this game)

Blocks, assists, threes, fadeaways (I love this game)

There is no more time to think, it's time to play (I love this)