The Realness of Our Soul - Lethal V, Guilty Simpson, Davide Shorty

We keep it steady, we don’t judge what we don’t know

We’ll be ready when they come to take control

No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone

Nobody can deny the realness of our soul

Birra e kebab, più che nel bar a bere Chardonnay

Chi vende chance, chi invece sa tendere trappole

Bevi champagne, chili di crack nei club a San Tropez

Lasciami il rap, datti alla trap, durerà quanto te

Felicità, fiori di Bach sciolti in un altro Jack

Dubiti ma l’unicità sfilerà accanto a me

Ultimi ciack, stupidi fan chiusi in un Apple Mac

Taglio teste random, rappo bestemmiando, Random Maxx

Passi da gigante, John Coltrane

Ora il vostro salotto sa di Hall of Shame

La tua è bigiotteria bro, no gold chains

Metterò se avrò una targa sulla Walk of Fame

Dalla città dei motori, dei nomi illustri

Connessioni dai suoni giusti, apro il banco dei flussi

E se sperate, condivide, invidie e cattiverie

Siete serpi e surrogati in fila nella fattispecie

We keep it steady, we don’t judge what we don’t know

We’ll be ready when they come to take control

No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone

Nobody can deny the realness of our soul

We keep it steady, we don't judge what we don't know

We’ll be ready when they come to take control

No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone

Nobody can deny the realness of our soul

Beer and kebab, more than in the bar drinking Chardonnay

Those who sell chances, those who know how to set traps

Drink champagne, kilos of crack at clubs in San Tropez

Leave me rap, go trap, it'll last as long as you

Happiness, Bach flowers dissolved in another Jack

Doubt but uniqueness will parade next to me

Last takes, stupid fans locked in an Apple Mac

Random heads cut, rap swearing, Random Maxx

Giant steps, John Coltrane

Now your living room smells of Hall of Shame

Yours is jewelry bro, no gold chains

I'll post if I have a plaque on the Walk of Fame

From the city of engines, of illustrious names

Connections with the right sounds, I open the flow bank

And if you hope, it shares, envies and malice

You are snakes and surrogates lined up in this case

We keep it steady, we don't judge what we don't know

We’ll be ready when they come to take control

No matter how hard they try, we gonna set the tone

Nobody can deny the realness of our soul