Death Race - Rasty Kilo, Noyz Narcos

Il mio team come hooligan in città

Inciviltà, cinque stelle, GTA

La folla incita, per i quartieri la rivincita

Mi fermerò quando mia madre avrà un cincillà

Questa è la fine, senti The Doors

Saliamo dal sottosuolo, siamo Tremors

Spingi in bombe, Bombay

Trema tutto Pompei, ok, Propaganda ok

Castellano, montone poggiato

Capo di stile, stellato, quale soldato, capo regime

Sulla strada Ken Block, total nero black block

Illegale tipo techno, questo è il tempo, è il mio momento

Barre, bastonate come kendo

Pietre incastonate sugli anelli

Fate i ribelli, in mezzo ai lupi siete agnelli

Atti osceni, nei cieli lampi

In ampi saloni borghesi consumiamo pranzi

Molari dorati masticano scampi, sparsi

Collari borchiati, bullmastiff, caliamo massi

Mezzo frocio passivo, in castigo, mi date fastidio

Il clan sfila impazzito

Esco dal video, t’uccido, ogni barra omicidio

Sul micro c'è Kilo, miro, cecchino

Vi seppellisco, chiamate il becchino

Best out, state a terra, SmackDown

Ficcati in culo il tuo background

Ogni giro come l’ultimo, Death Race

Rasty, Narcos, rec, quale Ghostface

Face to face, playground, isolator knockout

Ram piena, sold out, pack lock out

Questa qui è la fine, scendi in strada, va

Scegli chi pregare, Dio o Satana

Ultima corsa, viaggio solo andata

Scendi dalla giostra, ultima fermata

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Fine della corsa, ultima fermata

Nero all’orizzonte, dietro il parabrezza

Contando le gocce dell’amarezza

Giù dal cielo le fialette per sonno

Tutto nero lo sfondo

La penna sul foglio, l’onda contro lo scoglio

Il giorno che muoio, che crollo

Stamo sempre in ballo, conio

La mia vita una merda di sogno

Ora che te svegli, oro sugli anelli

In coro coi fratelli in armi

Vuoi imitarmi, eguagliarmi o superarmi

Truce super army, non puoi superarli

Torno dalla merda per venderti questa merda

Cara come super erba

Rombo sopra un RC212 Honda alla prima volante di ronda

Le auto una dietro l’altra incollate al terreno

A duecento sul litorale sereno

La mia vita un affare, brutto affare davvero, il domani vedremo

Ho postato le mie fondamenta profonde

Dove la verità si nasconde

Diggin' dentro il peggio teschio, come ha detto Biggie

Soldi over bitches, over ricchi

Questa qui è la fine, scendi in strada, va

Scegli chi pregare, Dio o Satana

Ultima corsa, viaggio solo andata

Scendi dalla giostra, ultima fermata

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Fine della corsa, ultima fermata

My team as a hooligan in town

Incivility, five stars, GTA

The crowd incites revenge for the neighborhoods

I will stop when my mother has a chinchilla

This is the end, hear The Doors

We rise from the underground, we are Tremors

Push in bombs, Bombay

Everything is shaking Pompeii, ok, Propaganda ok

Castellano, resting ram

Head of style, starry, as a soldier, leader of the regime

On the street Ken Block, total black black block

Illegal techno type, this is the time, this is my time

Bars, beaten like kendo

Stones set on the rings

Be rebels, among the wolves you are lambs

Obscene acts, lightning in the skies

We eat lunches in large bourgeois halls

Golden molars chew scampi, scattered

Studded collars, bullmastiffs, we drop rocks

Half passive fagot, in punishment, you annoy me

The clan parades crazy

I leave the video, I kill you, every murder bar

On the micro there is Kilo, miro, sniper

I'll bury you, call the undertaker

Best out, stay down, SmackDown

Get your background in your ass

Every lap like the last, Death Race

Rasty, Narcos, rec, such as Ghostface

Face to face, playground, isolator knockout

Ram full, sold out, pack lock out

This here is the end, get out on the street, go

Choose who to pray to, God or Satan

Last ride, one way trip

Get off the carousel, last stop

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

End of the line, last stop

Black on the horizon, behind the windshield

Counting the drops of bitterness

Down from the sky the vials for sleep

All black background

The pen on the paper, the wave against the rock

The day I die, the day I collapse

We are always in the dance, coin

My life a dream shit

Now that you wake up, gold on the rings

In chorus with the brothers in arms

You want to imitate me, equal me or surpass me

Grim super army, you can't get over them

I'm back from the shit to sell you this shit

Dear as super weed

Rumble above a Honda RC212 at the first patrol wheel

The cars one behind the other glued to the ground

Two hundred on the serene coast

My life a business, really bad business, tomorrow we will see

I posted my deep foundation

Where the truth hides

Diggin 'inside the worst skull, like Biggie said

Money over bitches, over rich

This here is the end, get out on the street, go

Choose who to pray to, God or Satan

Last ride, one way trip

Get off the carousel, last stop

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

Death Race, Death Race, Death Race

End of the line, last stop