Dead Or Alive Lyrics – Supreme Kyuzo
Singer: Supreme Kyuzo
Title: Dead Or Alive
Yeah, uh!
No competition
Vivo o morto, non c’è mai stata competizione
One, two…
One, two, three, four!
Non faccio: “Bla-bla!”, io faccio: “Pam-pam!”
Senza esclusione di colpi, io straccio Van Damme
Chiacchera da Facebook, sei ostaggio: Saddam
“As-Salaam-Alaikum” se omaggio Allah
Quest’è rap dagli steroidi kho! Non viaggio da crack
Eleva dai deltoidi lo stoccaggio Nasdaq
Uh! Tra virgolette, sei da “riempitivo”
Ma qui non rende per “l’aperitivo”: formaggio, champagne
Infatti guarda questi, gli scacchi fan la tesi
Re, con le vite pedine di altri avvalersi
In quanti lascian segni? L’ho fatto, ma per amore
Sposavo sta merda come i tanti albanesi
Si frà, mi chiaman “Gatsby”: son fuori per la cеna
Ho occhi per la preda, chissà… Si chiama Daisy?
Li guardi a far flexin’…
Pеr ogni lattante sembro il mandante di stragi: Casalesi
Non la bevo tanto qui, il capo sta ancora sobrio
Io frà, sembro Kassovitz, in quanto sa ancora d’odio
Si danno alla corsa al podio…
Il mio sale più in alto, in quanto va fatto d’avorio
Se spara, beh frà, racconta il falso, va all’oratorio
Per strada, della parola, il cambio già sta sopra l’oro
Di fatto, guarda, conta l’occhio!
Chiamami “lo scienziato” non “il ratto da laboratorio”
Da RZ con furore!
Microfono per la Magnum, Il bossolo sembra Dutch Schultz
Carica e fa già: “BOOM!”
L’aldilà resta il grand tour: baci frà e a mai più!
In una scena deserta, qui l’acqua sembra il Darfur
Di una terra ch’è piena di “Marra” senza “status”
S’è il mio campo, beh, io rappo frà! Segna Mahmood
Nah, segna Abdul! Già, segna Rauf!
Molti scrivono di strada ma con dei Carioca
Non ci vivono in strada, già, come i Crayola
Se qui volano in alto, sai com’è la storia?
Che ritornano in basso, già! Come “Magnolia”
Scappate quando entra il boia: gancio “De La Hoya”
L’affare grasso della storia, tanto per Raiola
A letto la “Maja desnuda”, quanto sembra Goya?
Addento la carne cruda: dal nome fa Stoya
Ma non è come al tempo, sarà già scontato
L’amore so ch’entra dentro: lama al costato
Acqua sta sgorgando! Champagne sta sgorgando!
Se oggi è come con ogni disco, l’avrai già scordato
Hai mai ascoltato? Che gusto c’è scrivere cose
Se il frutto è viverle come viaggiar da scortato?
Guarda, assodato: da qua al campo santo
Quale daspo dai locali, a me caccian dallo Stato
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Dead Or Alive – English Translation
Yeah, Uh!
No competition
Alive or dead, there has never been a competition
One, Two …
One, Two, Three, Four!
I don’t do: “Bla-Bla!”, I do: “Pam-Pam!”
Without exclusion of shots, I raise Van Damme
Chat from facebook, you are hostage: saddam
“AS-Salaam-Alaikum” if he pays homage to the
This is rap from Kho ster#ids! I don’t travel from crack
The Nasdaq storage raises from the deltoids
Uh! In quotes, you are “filler”
But here it does not make “the aperitif”: cheese, champagne
In fact, look at these, the chess fans the thesis
Re, with the pawns of others to make use
How many leaves signs? I did it, but for love
I married is sh#t like the many Albanians
You will be called “Gatsby”: I’m out for the Cicana
I have eyes for the prey, who knows … Is it called Daisy?
You look at them to do flexin ’…
Pomi every infant seem the principal of massacres: Casalesi
I don’t drink it so much here, her head is still sober
I seem, I seem Kassovitz, as he still knows of hatred
They give themselves to the race to the podium …
My salt higher, as he must be made of ivory
If he shoots, well, he tells the fake, he goes to the oratory
On the street, of the word, the gearbox is already above the gold
In fact, look, the eye counts!
Call me “the scientist” not “the laboratory rat”
From rz with fury!
Microphone for the Magnum, the cartridge case looks like Dutch Schultz
Load and already do: “Boom!”
The afterlife remains the Grand Tour: kisses and to never again!
In a desert scene, the water looks like the Darfur here
Of a land that is full of “marra” without “status”
It was my field, well, I rappa furà! Scores Mahmood
Nah, it scores Abdul! Yeah, it scores Rauf!
Many write about the street but with carioca
They don’t live on the street, already, like the Crayola
If they fly up here, do you know how the story is?
That return below, already! Like “Magnolia”
Escaps when the executioner enters: “de la Hoya” hook
The fat deal of history, just for Raiola
In bed the “Maja Desnuda”, how much does Goya look like?
Raw meat stands: from the name Fa Stoya
But it is not like at the time, it will already be taken for granted
Love I know that I enter inside: Lama to the cost
Water is gushing! Champagne is gushing!
If today it is like with every disc, you will have already forgotten it
Have you ever listened to? What taste there is to write things
If the fruit is to live them how to travel to escort?
Look, established: from here to the Santo Campo
Which daspo from the premises, to me Caccian from the state
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Lyrics Supreme Kyuzo – Dead Or Alive
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