CROCI € CRISTI Lyrics English Translation by Salmo & Noyz Narcos
Yeah, ah
Lebon on the mic
Sine
Sine, drop that ***
Feel how I match well with this ***
But the desire is like a rod (Ah)
Swallow my unripe art
***, spit the seed on the ground (Puh)
I’m a rotten fruit from school (Ah)
I don’t know what gets stuck in the throat
And you watch me while you drown with a purple face (Ah)
I don’t sleep before five, *** the evil tongues (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I push into a pool of syringes (Ah)
These scoundrels, I have a list like Schindler’s
You say I’m inconsistent
Contradiction distinguishes me
For those who don’t separate the character from the person (Ah)
It’s part of this machinery that doesn’t forgive (Ah)
If your esteem is my problem, get in line (Uh)
I’ll unplug the system because it doesn’t work (Ah)
My eyes shine like glitter
You’re crazy because you want to heat the world with a Clipper
I want to hang like a rigger, with a Stinger missile in my mouth
While I roll my eyes like Justin Bieber (Uh, uh)
Take note of the skills when I perform live (Ah)
You want to be an eagle with chicken wings (Puh, puh, puh)
And, bro, I shoot *** with a soft air rifle, hey (Puh, puh, puh)
You seek shelter under the cocktail umbrella (Ah)
*** these fake G’s, the street credibility (Ah)
If you sing out of time, you suck, no doubt
I have a reckless life, I’m godless (Ah, ah)
I’ll even arrive late at my own funeral (Uh), let’s go
[Noyz Narcos:]
Yeah
Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Eoh
I throw an eye down the street from under a grate
I get into the circle, spinning with blood in a sword (Ah)
I have more love for this stuff than when I first encountered it (Yes)
I haven’t left it alone, I married it
When I enter the hotel, euros in the luggage
These assholes, I don’t know if you can pay them (Ah chicco)
Inside the car, I see triple through the windshield wipers
You sniff dust from cuts of different metals
Among the buildings with crosses and christs on the pendants
These assholes, you’d like to beat them (Auh)
I’m on the rooftop, I peek through the cracks
You want to screw me, but with me, you’re wrong
I keep an eye on this block when a cop approaches (Oh)
For these streets, not even a fly moves
*** the police, it’s like N.W.A
I exchange stones for watches in the Jewish stores
(Check it, check it, check it, check it, check it, check it)
A’ight, check out
Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
To me, all this real life, this damn rap about prisoners, modified cars, nobody cares.