Soldiers

[Egreen]


Hey, Salmo dove sei fai il bravo, eh!



[Pre-Rit.: Egreen]


Bitch boy what the deal, it’s a brand new day

Niente supplementari, it’s a brand new game

What the fuck what was you thinking, non lasciamo testimoni

Prigionieri o munizioni, piombo per sti cantautori

Attila in this bitch, Egreen in this bitch

We keep soundbwoy pieces well stacked in our fridge, yo

‘Cause we really really really don’t give a fuck

No gyal tunes when we take the mic and fuck shit up



[Rit.: Attila]


In this world of [?]
we came out like a soldier

Reality [?]
‘cause we live like a soldier

You wanna be a king, you have to grow up like a soldier

We nah dress camouflage you better know we are soldiers



Attila I’m a soldier, Egreen is a soldier

Dictionary fully loaded, we ah the lyrical soldiers

We take it so serious we not ‘pon the web soldiers

We overcome your poppy show, we are soldiers



[Strofa 1: Egreen]


Tabula rasa se vuoi beef in sto c.l.ash

Grezzi e hardcore come un demo tape registrato in garage

Avvisa il Capo Maggiore di Stato

G. Fantini testa di cuoio addestrato, brucio come olio tostato

Giù con Attila, estremisti tipo musulmani in Pakistan

Quali fans, abbiamo curve: Partizan

Niente mezze misure, ho strofe cafone

Il suono delle pezze al culo che bombarda per ore

Dormi buffone, barre quante paste a agosto a Riccione

Ho un grosso prurito quando sento un fallito che fa il campione

Con sta fava due piccioni e mi passa il dolore

Passa il boccione, qua non ti passa come Gruff in Impossi Missione

Mercenari verbali senza nazione

Coalizione di due mondi, dritto in faccia che sblasta il copione

Quale padrone? Fuori scaglione la mia posizione

Hai smanie di controllo faggiano? Comprati un drone



[Strofa 2: Attila]


Let me tell you this

Lion in this jungle, we are the most junglist

Smile ‘pon my fears [?]


[?]


Money upon my mind I’m no careerist

Lyrical killa, raggamuffin specialist

With Egreen rub the green, but not sleepin pedigree

Faya fi’ the enemies [?]
feed the family

Fuck the opportunities, you na mean

My talent is a show, no talent show me ah deal with

We run things and things nuh run we

And if you diss my brothers you know what this mean

You coulda neva have one, coulda [?]


We [?]
you are a burger king

Music is my mission, [?]


We no take no prisoners we just make people flee



[Pre-Rit.: Egreen]


Bitch boy what the deal, it’s a brand new day

Niente supplementari, it’s a brand new game

What the fuck what’s ya thinking, non lasciamo testimoni

Prigionieri o munizioni, piombo per sti cantautori

Attila in this bitch, Egreen in this bitch

We keep soundbwoy pieces well stacked in our fridge, yo

‘Cause we really really really don’t give a fuck

No gyal tunes when we take the mic and fuck shit up



[Rit.: Attila]


In this world of [?]
we came out like a soldier

Reality [?]
‘cause we live like a soldier

You wanna be a king, you have to grow up like a soldier

We nuh dress camouflage you better know we are soldiers



Attila I’m a soldier, Egreen is a soldier

Dictionary fully loaded for the lyrical soldiers

We take it so serious we not ‘pon the web soldiers

We overcome your poppy show, we are soldiers