Song: Sicilian Panda RMX
Viewed: 33 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Genius English Translations
Year: 2020Viewed: 33 - Published at: 7 years ago
[INTRO]
This is for all the double-faced Palermo people saying that
"No but palermitan dialect is vulgar"
But I would like to remind these people that by doing so
They are spitting on their roots
And as we here globalize they emerge...
[Verse 1]
They sing in English, in Neapolitan
In palermitan I destroy your arse
You can also tell me I'm rude
Only the Lord knows what I’ve been through
To do this shit I have the shot in the barrel
You without the dialect don't go anywherе
Sciacato eats these fakеs with added cream
Or as with the rabbit kills them with a fist
As soon as they are ready I cook them in the barbecue
I take my grill to the sea at La Bandita
Cousin don't try because you can’t do it
In people's eyes you are a holoturian
Son of the street I was born taught
For the rage of those who have spoken ill of me
Don't bother me, you'll make a bad impression
I entered the scene and you saw the crisis
I steal the instrumentals
And I don't care
Do you report it?
I'll make four more
If you don't like it go and report me to the police
So when I see you I'll slap you in the mouth
You speak..
I am doer
When I need it I do blackmail
This situation bothers someone
As the pussy in the Favorita Park
If I go on stage I feel like a shopkeeper
I start to scream like a brawler
I place these rhymes in the fruit boxes
The lions like it and they listen to it all
Maybe you don’t like me
Your daughter was here yesterday
I have nothing to lose
I don’t care about the law
I'm a bad meat, not a bad man
[Verse 2]
Going straight leg as Materazzi
If I enter in the field you do the end of Cirillo
After the game you take bat shots
Do the interview swollen like a goat
I walk alone, I’ve always counted just on myself
You're a garbage container if I abandoned you
Your mother would like me as a son
If I want something I'll reach out and take it
My mother doesn't want this son
At home they think I’m crazy
Everyone call me names
For my father I'm a rag
The best water is drunk by pigs
The worst ones feel strong
I can't talk but I'll teach you how to rap
Of the dumbest ones you have to be scared
You hear my voice and your legs shake
You talk ill about Sciacato and your vocal chords dry up
All mobster from behind the keyboards
Then when meeting me they lick my feet
You can't copy what I do
I'm from the street and I'm crazy
You talk about the underworld but what have you ever done?
You stay indoors and get your disability pension
Listen to my lyrics, I take it out with cocaine
You lose friends to this fucking drug
What do you know? I cried three months
And a year of telling him not to snort
They entered without a warrant
They even tore my license
The material all seized
I came out of there all ruined
[Verse 3]
Always stronger, crazier than before
With blue balls and no self-esteem
I got out my balls and I started hitting
I'll make this fucking dialect fly
A pack of lions I find it as fans
And behind your back I only see trannies
Not like Dragon Ball one
But like the ones selling sex at the station
I take off your shoes while you walk
You must be careful not to make a mistake and jerk me off
I left later but I arrive earlier
I'm ignorant but my head works
Everyone stuck with this trap music
They say they're artists but they're Bratz
They say they are singers and then they playback
Go shave your beard, you look like Moses
I take Palermo and carry it on my shoulders
I squeeze harder because the calluses burn
My lions pounce on you
They push you all without apologizing
My dialect is a lethal weapon
If you don't know how to use it you can get hurt
Sing Italian, it's better for you
Half an hour you've been writing but you can't find a rhyme
I don't abandon my roots
They are all friends and leave you alone
If I can make it later we'll see
You want to get a favor and I'll let you die
If I get attached I'll even give you my heart
If you betray me Sciacato doesn't die
You can bet I'll make you pay for it
Sleep well and don't shit yourself
This is for all the double-faced Palermo people saying that
"No but palermitan dialect is vulgar"
But I would like to remind these people that by doing so
They are spitting on their roots
And as we here globalize they emerge...
[Verse 1]
They sing in English, in Neapolitan
In palermitan I destroy your arse
You can also tell me I'm rude
Only the Lord knows what I’ve been through
To do this shit I have the shot in the barrel
You without the dialect don't go anywherе
Sciacato eats these fakеs with added cream
Or as with the rabbit kills them with a fist
As soon as they are ready I cook them in the barbecue
I take my grill to the sea at La Bandita
Cousin don't try because you can’t do it
In people's eyes you are a holoturian
Son of the street I was born taught
For the rage of those who have spoken ill of me
Don't bother me, you'll make a bad impression
I entered the scene and you saw the crisis
I steal the instrumentals
And I don't care
Do you report it?
I'll make four more
If you don't like it go and report me to the police
So when I see you I'll slap you in the mouth
You speak..
I am doer
When I need it I do blackmail
This situation bothers someone
As the pussy in the Favorita Park
If I go on stage I feel like a shopkeeper
I start to scream like a brawler
I place these rhymes in the fruit boxes
The lions like it and they listen to it all
Maybe you don’t like me
Your daughter was here yesterday
I have nothing to lose
I don’t care about the law
I'm a bad meat, not a bad man
[Verse 2]
Going straight leg as Materazzi
If I enter in the field you do the end of Cirillo
After the game you take bat shots
Do the interview swollen like a goat
I walk alone, I’ve always counted just on myself
You're a garbage container if I abandoned you
Your mother would like me as a son
If I want something I'll reach out and take it
My mother doesn't want this son
At home they think I’m crazy
Everyone call me names
For my father I'm a rag
The best water is drunk by pigs
The worst ones feel strong
I can't talk but I'll teach you how to rap
Of the dumbest ones you have to be scared
You hear my voice and your legs shake
You talk ill about Sciacato and your vocal chords dry up
All mobster from behind the keyboards
Then when meeting me they lick my feet
You can't copy what I do
I'm from the street and I'm crazy
You talk about the underworld but what have you ever done?
You stay indoors and get your disability pension
Listen to my lyrics, I take it out with cocaine
You lose friends to this fucking drug
What do you know? I cried three months
And a year of telling him not to snort
They entered without a warrant
They even tore my license
The material all seized
I came out of there all ruined
[Verse 3]
Always stronger, crazier than before
With blue balls and no self-esteem
I got out my balls and I started hitting
I'll make this fucking dialect fly
A pack of lions I find it as fans
And behind your back I only see trannies
Not like Dragon Ball one
But like the ones selling sex at the station
I take off your shoes while you walk
You must be careful not to make a mistake and jerk me off
I left later but I arrive earlier
I'm ignorant but my head works
Everyone stuck with this trap music
They say they're artists but they're Bratz
They say they are singers and then they playback
Go shave your beard, you look like Moses
I take Palermo and carry it on my shoulders
I squeeze harder because the calluses burn
My lions pounce on you
They push you all without apologizing
My dialect is a lethal weapon
If you don't know how to use it you can get hurt
Sing Italian, it's better for you
Half an hour you've been writing but you can't find a rhyme
I don't abandon my roots
They are all friends and leave you alone
If I can make it later we'll see
You want to get a favor and I'll let you die
If I get attached I'll even give you my heart
If you betray me Sciacato doesn't die
You can bet I'll make you pay for it
Sleep well and don't shit yourself
( Genius English Translations )
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