Al Pacino - Izi, IDK

Sono sempre stato zitto, mo do calci al petto

Apri 'sto fottuto orecchio

Scrivo barre dure come giocavo al campetto

Sgremo diretto dal letto

La fiducia è scivolata dentro quel tombino

Viaggio da che ero bambino

Ho rubato quella mela dentro il tuo giardino

Fumo tutta l’erba del mio vicino

Sempre giù in caserma da ragazzino

In zona, fra', c'è sempre modo per fare casino

Chi si serve del potere uccide il contadino

Gli ha servito da mangiare solo pane e vino

Dammi un Oscar, sono un film by Al Pacino

Morirò in Sicilia come un clandestino

Sempre qui vigile come un malandrino

Scappo sempre dagli sbirri come a San Firmino

Izeh

Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera

Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar

A conquistare la rossa primavera

Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera

Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar

A conquistare la rossa primavera

Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

I done dodged so many bullets in my lifetime

I’m running out of lifelines

I’m having trouble getting sleep up in the nighttime

Searching through my conscience, feeling scared of what I might find

I ain’t in my right mind

We ain’t in a right time

Got me in a tight bind

Death is in the pipeline

Pedaling, pedaling up the hill, it’s like it’s bike time

Felony, felony, felony, you tryna take mine

Bad man pull up, bad man rob and he say he got bullets

Four-leaf clover to my haters, like good luck

You shoulda coulda woulda

You woulda coulda shoulda

You niggas ain’t fuckin' with me

You pay when you fuckin' with she

Meanwhile I’m fuckin' for free

And she is the world

And then I go fuck with your girl

Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera

Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar

A conquistare la rossa primavera

Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera

Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar

A conquistare la rossa primavera

Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

I have always been silent, I am kicking in the chest

Open the fucking ear

I write hard bars like I used to play on the pitch

Straight out of bed

Confidence has slipped down that manhole

I've been traveling since I was a child

I stole that apple from your garden

I smoke all my neighbor's grass

Always down in the barracks as a kid

In the area, between ', there is always a way to make a mess

Whoever uses power kills the peasant

He only served him bread and wine to eat

Give me an Oscar, I'm a film by Al Pacino

I will die in Sicily as an illegal immigrant

Always here as alert as a marauder

I always run away from cops like in San Firmino

Izeh

The wind whistles, the storm rages

Broken shoes and yet you have to go

To conquer the red spring

Where the sun of the future rises

The wind whistles, the storm rages

Broken shoes and yet you have to go

To conquer the red spring

Where the sun of the future rises

I done dodged so many bullets in my lifetime

I'm running out of lifelines

I'm having trouble getting sleep up in the nighttime

Searching through my conscience, feeling scared of what I might find

I ain't in my right mind

We ain't in a right time

Got me in a tight bind

Death is in the pipeline

Pedaling, pedaling up the hill, it's like it's bike time

Felony, felony, felony, you tryna take mine

Bad man pull up, bad man rob and he say he got bullets

Four-leaf clover to my haters, like good luck

You shoulda coulda woulda

You woulda coulda shoulda

You niggas ain't fuckin 'with me

You pay when you fuckin 'with she

Meanwhile I'm fuckin 'for free

And she is the world

And then I go fuck with your girl

The wind whistles, the storm rages

Broken shoes and yet you have to go

To conquer the red spring

Where the sun of the future rises

The wind whistles, the storm rages

Broken shoes and yet you have to go

To conquer the red spring

Where the sun of the future rises