Paganini Lyrics English Translation by Kid Yugi
K-Sub, K-Sub
Rifalla, Fil, Fil
I’m thinking about money, money is the focus
I make it appear, saying: “Hocus-pocus”
Too awake for this game, we’ll change the modus
Goal even overweight, I feel Notorious
The way you talk, it sounds like you have a bonus life
I give hope to my people, Yung 3P is a nonprofit
Kebab, yogurt sauce, I don’t eat tofu
Ten machine guns in sync, they’ll seem like the chorus
In a live at the Forum, Yugi, the last shogun
This stuff is my treasure, I defend it like Gollum
Pressure on, saving my land like Goku
I want to buy a Panzer, not a Lotus
Third eye is that of Horus, Fat Man on the Atomium
This is not trap, you can call it a Horcrux
I’ve never taken Valium, San Cosimo was opium
My indecipherable slang seems like Latin
I come home on a Möbius strip, rap magnum opus
A genius doesn’t repeat
You say you’ll kill me, I respond: “How many are you?”
Finally going well: ten K a month
In a week, three different girls
I feel good because
A genius doesn’t repeat
You say you’ll kill me, I respond: “How many are you?”
Thirst for blood in the streets, you won’t make it
This shit was without a market, but now it’s gaining ground
Now people believe, the sky provides
Deal with the devil, Niccolò Paganini
They don’t command, they’re little horses
They want to act tough, they’re like little potatoes
Go down to Puglia, come back with a hole like taralli
Five kilos of product all made with pellets
Here comes a ship that even envies the tobacconists
The flowers of evil are withered by now
Who walks with the lame learns that life is made of steps
The hand on the chest of mea culpa looks like harakiri
We are luminaries among acids and luciferins
You mentioned us seven times, we have appeared
My followers don’t have my posters, they have my little altars
I was with the delinquents, now among the businessmen
With candles in a basement like the Satanists
Alcoholics, we’re chaotic
I’m having dinner with the rich, I call them “dearest,” Kid Yugi
A genius doesn’t repeat
You say you’ll kill me, I respond: “How many are you?”
Finally going well: ten K a month
In a week, three different girls
I feel good because
A genius doesn’t repeat
You say you’ll kill me, I respond: “How many are you?”
Thirst for blood in the streets, you won’t make it
This shit was without a market, but now it’s gaining ground
Now people believe, the sky provides
