Duke Montana — King Of The Underground song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "King Of The Underground" by Duke Montana.
Lyrics
Duke Montana, king delle sere nere
Roaving in this rap shit, sangue blu nelle vene
Night ride ready to rock, never legend
Raw on we need come John Lennon
Vent’anni dentra ar gioco senza mai delude
Barre da paura come sesso crudo, le tue so scadute
Stai al passo coi tempi se non vuoi marcì
Ce metti n’attimo a sparì in mezzo a un mare di mc’s
Rides road sotto produzione, perdi la voce
Dalla terra, spunta na croce
E sei sfinito, non sei durato tanto e facevi il divo
Io so un reporter delle zone marce dove vivo
Ho registrato nella mente tutto quello che occorre
Per ottenere inchiostro che scorre
Il sangue dei miei versi, over mind
The king of the underground never die
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill the beats, make the hits
Da ragazzino nella bisca dice hermano raniero
Giocavo a bijardino e m’ascoltavo lo stereo
Mica la radio, non passavano il rap vero
Quindi mettevo na cassetta in on destino
Public enemy, Gucci rap, Kumodi
Deep and Deem e double W on the this ears
Tutti kings che m’hanno ispirato
Ringrazio a tutti loro se c’ho ancora il fiato
E saluto l’amici della vecchia scuola
Sapete bene chi siete, siamo la storia
I tempi di Babilonia, ve li ricordate?
I pomeriggi passati pe le strade
Del centro, a fare i tag sulle metropolitane
Pe poi ritornà nelle borgate
Voi do cazzo stavate quando io e Seppia
Stavamo in giro coi notturni a fare le nottate?
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill a be, make the age
L’anno 1991, la prima volta che ho sputato in uno studio
Non ci credevo quando è uscito il vinile
Che onore, si vendeva nei negozi a diecimila lire
I primi soldi da teenagers con i primi live
Andavo a Termini a comprà the solda e pure vai
Pe vestissi hip hop non compravi online
Pe cercà le nuove Jordan ne le nuove Nike
Te le facevi portà da chi andava negli States
Vestivo originale niente fake
Eravamo stilosi, tutti riders
Eravamo tutti più uniti meno haters
Se beccavamo alla vetrina pe ascoltà l’hip hop
I Golden Age rap pe me rimane sempre il top
Il tuo tempo come lo passi
So contento di vedere mio fijo che sta a seguì i miei passi
Lyrics translation
Duke Montana, king of the Black Nights
Roaving in this rap shit, blue blood in the veins
Night ride ready to rock, never legend
Raw on we need Come John Lennon
Twenty years dentra AR game without ever disappoints
Scary bars like raw sex, your so expired
Keep up with the times if you don't want marcì
You're gonna disappear in the middle of a sea of MC's.
Rides road under production, lose voice
From the Earth, the cross comes
And you're exhausted, you didn't last long and you were a divo
I know a reporter from the rotten areas where I live
I have recorded in my mind everything I need
To get ink flowing
The blood of my verses, over mind
The king of the underground never die
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill the beats, make the hits
As a child in the bisca says hermano raniero
I used to play bijardino and listen to my stereo.
Not the radio, not the real rap
So I put na cassette in on Destiny
Public enemy, Gucci rap, Kumodi
Deep and Deem E double W on the This ears
All kings who inspired me
I thank all of them if I still have my breath
And I greet old school friends
You know who you are, we are history
The Times Of Babylon, remember them?
The afternoons spent on the streets
Downtown, tagging on subways
Then he returned to the villages
You fucking were when me and Sepia
Were we hanging out with the night guys doing the nights?
On the street, road the shit, king of the underground
Kill a be, make the age
The year 1991, the first time I spit in a studio
I didn't believe it when the vinyl came out.
What an honor, it sold in stores for ten thousand lire
First money from teens with first live
I was going to Termini to buy the solda and go ahead
Pe dressed hip hop you did not buy online
Pe look for the new Jordan ne the new Nike
You used to get them from people who went to the States.
Original dress no fake
We were stylish, all riders
We were all more united less haters
If we caught the window pe listen to hip hop
I Golden age rap pe me always remains the top
Your time as you spend it
I know glad to see my fijo that is to followed my steps