Funk Molotov - Menhir feat. Prime Artist & DJ Cris, Menhir, DJ Cris

Fuori i secondi, giro per mondi, luoghi sparsi, conto i passi

Spingo la merda dai bassifondi caccio fuori un poker d’assi

Roba da record d’incassi come da prassi hip hop classic

Qui prendi lezioni di funk, di stile, di flow, mister boombastik

Pronto al contatto senza contratto, guado al futuro ma invoco il passato

Predestinato, morto e rinato

Accendo il microfono e sento il boato

La lirica abilita i sensi udito, olfatto, tatto

Niente classifica ne consenso, qui conta il significato

Fucile da caccia ci metto la faccia nel fare e nel dire le cose

Per quello che ho dato, vissuto, imparato

Spine e rose è il mio ritratto

Il da-da-dardo è-è-è tra-tra-tto, il de-de-dente è-è avvelenato

Nato sotto il segno del Moro bendato

Anime affini senza confini barbaricini nuragici

Siamo il veleno che eleva il livello e ti insegna la storia dell’abc

La strada che bazzico mi fa da scudo valetudo

Sto fermo e sudo magnitudo

Qui è l’inverno, passo e chudo

Funk Molotov

Look in my mind

Try and see if you’ll find

Where the Blind Paradigm

I’m getting better with time

Everybody want the top

But nobody wanna climb

And if the work stops

Then nobody gonna shine

I grind 24/7

Shoot off a verse and i got plenty more weapons

AK spray off the words I say

Sound real parlé when I talk blazé

Man walk by day, get fly by night

When I cut up a record I apply my knife

Got you high off the rhymes I write

Sniff it, Prime on the rise

I’m the oven to your biscuit

Knockin on your noggin

Grab your head

Bob it, Bump it, Can’t stop it

Ima blow like a trumpet, dude nasty

You who lack me, backpack me

Jewels I kick lick hack-sackey, please

Ancora in piedi come vedi mordo i freni.

impugno i remi

E spingo il gioco agli estremi con la mia family di alieni

Tre fieri guerrieri autentici Jedi, col funck scritto nei geni

Si fanno seri infrangendo regole e schemi

Se ci sostieni maniteni longevi i saperi di questo clan

Kingaié, Momak BD, Russel Jordan dei supersayan

Sul micro fanno pam pam, rime a raffica

Un tam tam che batte dal cuore dei ghetti di Babilon

Sulle drum ti intratteniamo, traghettiamo, traschiamo tra le tante facce del

nostro suono

Battendo sodo il chiodo, impostando il tono sul crono

Portando dal sottosuolo uno stile nuovo a te, uomo

Metti in conto questa combo che va controtendenza

Che fa la differenza con la propria sapienza

Nel rap siamo eccellenza si sa, fottiamo agli apici

Coi seguaci più audaci e tenaci b boys fanatici

Out of the seconds, around worlds, scattered places, counting the steps

I push the shit out of the slums and kick out a poker of aces

Blockbuster stuff as per hip hop classic practice

Here you take funk, style, flow, mister boombastik lessons

Ready for contact without a contract, I wade into the future but invoke the past

Fated, dead and reborn

I turn on the microphone and hear the roar

The opera enables the senses of hearing, smell, touch

No classification or consensus, here the meaning counts

Shotgun I put my face in doing and saying things

For what I have given, lived, learned

Thorns and roses is my portrait

The da-da-dardo is-is-is tra-tto, the de-de-tooth is-is poisoned

Born under the sign of the blindfolded Moor

Kindred souls without barbaric nuragic borders

We are the poison that raises the level and teaches you the story of the abc

The road that I hang out is my valetudo shield

I stand still and sweat magnitude

Here it is winter, over and over

Funk Molotov

Look in my mind

Try and see if you’ll find

Where the Blind Paradigm

I'm getting better with time

Everybody want the top

But nobody wanna climb

And if the work stops

Then nobody gonna shine

I grind 24/7

Shoot off a verse and i got plenty more weapons

AK spray off the words I say

Sound real parlé when I talk blazé

Man walk by day, get fly by night

When I cut up a record I apply my knife

Got you high off the rhymes I write

Sniff it, Prime on the rise

I'm the oven to your biscuit

Knockin on your noggin

Grab your head

Bob it, Bump it, Can't stop it

Ima blow like a trumpet, dude nasty

You who lack me, backpack me

Jewels I kick lick hack-sackey, please

Still standing, as you can see, I bite the brakes.

I grab the oars

And I push the game to extremes with my alien family

Three proud authentic Jedi warriors, with funck written in their genes

They get serious by breaking rules and patterns

If you support us, keep the knowledge of this clan long-lived

Kingaié, Momak BD, Russel Jordan of supersayan

On the micro make pam pam, rhymes in bursts

A tam tam beating from the heart of the ghettos of Babilon

On the drums we entertain you, we ferry, we move among the many faces of the

our sound

Hitting the nail hard, setting the tone on the chrono

Bringing a new style to you from the underground, man

Take into account this combo that goes against the trend

Which makes a difference with your own wisdom

In rap we are excellence you know, we fuck at the top

With the most daring and tenacious followers fanatic b boys