Inri - Noyz Narcos

Sembro un libro bianco tutto da riempire

Sembra che ogni stronzo in questa merda non sa più che dire

Mo che gira tutto sotto la stessa bandiera

E non più mods, punk, graffitari: siete tutti uguali

Ho merda da sputare su voi scrausi

Non fottete manco se pagate

Spingo dalla strada, per le strade

'St'erba fa sorridere, scorda' 'sta merda e se bastasse

Sentireste solo amore dalle casse

Chiavi appese al chiodo, soldi nel cassetto

Sulla via de chiude' 'sto progetto, stash nel cassonetto

Spacciamorte sempre in giro, sempre pronti e senza dio

Fiori nati dal cemento del quartiere mio

Sotto casa sgasano le auto fino a notte tardi

Testa bassa, schivo sguardi, stanco di voi bastardi

Avessi un euro pe' ogni foto avrei 'na villa de tre piani

E i rubinetti d’oro, annatevi a trova' 'n lavoro

Occhi rossi, luna piena, merda rap de classe

Come se me ne fregasse de voi stronzi

Non lo compri easy

In culo e senza troppi sorrisi, don’t follow

Quaggiù nasci solo, muori solo

Vengo dalla città delle false speranze

Questa merda ti logora lentamente dall’interno cancer

Lontane da serate fancy, cazzo te pensi

Prima provi a fottermi, poi ci ripensi

La click da 21 Blackjack, Return of the Mac 10

Questa merda è Def Jam, the damn crack

Grindi in felpa nera e Uptempo

Ancora non ho tempo per queste cazzate

Rime come fucilate

Schiacci il red carpet

Dimensione a parte, le marche e i vestiti

Come cazzo siete vestiti

La mia merda è Wu-Tang, lo slang de zona mia

Suono, scende tutta la via

you know?

Fucking Noyz Narcos' new album

You go cop this shit homie

You go fucking cop this shit

He likes it, he likes it

All the fucking neighborhood

All the fucking city, you know?

Everybody is talking about it

Ahh he did It, he did it

That’s my fucking man right there

The fucking welcome back buddy

I look like a blank book to be filled in

Seems like every asshole in this shit just doesn't know what to say anymore

Mo who runs everything under the same flag

And no more mods, punks, graffiti artists: you are all the same

I got shit to spit on you scrausi

Don't even fuck if you pay

I push from the street, into the streets

'This grass makes you smile, forget' this shit and if that were enough

You would only feel love from the speakers

Keys hanging on the nail, money in the drawer

On the street of closes '' this project, stash in the dumpster

Death pusher always around, always ready and godless

Flowers born from the concrete of my neighborhood

Under the house the cars are outgassed until late at night

Head down, shy looks, tired of you bastards

If I had a euro for each photo I would have a three-storey villa

And the gold taps, go to find '' n work

Red eyes, full moon, rap de class shit

Like I don't care about you assholes

You don't buy it easy

In the ass and without too many smiles, don't follow

Down here you are born alone, die alone

I am from the city of false hopes

This shit slowly wears you out from within cancer

Away from fancy evenings, fuck you think

First you try to fuck me, then you think again

The 21 Blackjack Click, Return of the Mac 10

This shit is Def Jam, the damn crack

Grindi in black sweatshirt and Uptempo

I still don't have time for this bullshit

Rhymes like shot

Crush the red carpet

Size aside, brands and clothes

How the fuck are you dressed

My shit is Wu-Tang, the slang de zona mia

Sound, it goes all the way down

you know?

Fucking Noyz Narcos' new album

You go cop this shit homie

You go fucking cop this shit

He likes it, he likes it

All the fucking neighborhood

All the fucking city, you know?

Everybody is talking about it

Ahh he did It, he did it

That’s my fucking man right there

The fucking welcome back buddy