Brunori Sas – Mambo Reazionario Lyrics

Alla fine ti sei sposato
Alla fine lo hai fatto in chiesa
Alla fine hai rinunciato anche all’ultima pretesa
E alla fine ti sei piegato alle logiche del mercato
Il televisore al plasma e il divano cammellato

È il tempo delle molotov
Tutti pazzi per Maria
Ufficiali e gentiluomini della polizia
Non ti rincorrono più

È un mambo un po’ precario
Come farà chi non ha un soldo ad apparire milionario?

Alla fine ti sei scocciato di inseguire il bianconiglio
Hai cullato troppi sogni e adesso culli un altro figlio
Alla fine ti sei scordato anche la felce e il mirtillo
E quel pugno chiuso in tasca sembra quasi un armadillo
E Hasta la vittoria, asta siempre sopra ebay
Adesso tutto fila liscio, sembri quasi Casadei
Non ti preoccupi più

È un mambo proletario
Come farà chi non ha un soldo ad apparire milionario?
È un mambo reazionario
Come farò col che superbo ad apparire necessario

E la rivoluzione
Che Guevara e Pinochet adesso ballano felici
Sulle basi di Beyonce
Non si rincorrono più

E monta, ammonta, monta el mambo, monta

È un mambo battagliero
Como se pò restare al mondo senza un poquito de dinero?
Come farà a cambiare il mondo?
Questo è davvero un gran mistero

Jay-Z – Public Service Announcement

[Jay-Z]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov’, OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov’!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that’s right
Hov’, OH – not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that’s what I’ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing]
This ain’t a movie dog (oh shit)

"Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I’m GONE!
And I don’t care WHAT you think about me – but just remember,
when it hits the fan brother, whether it’s next year, ten years,
twenty years from now, you’ll never be able to say
that these brothers lied to you JACK!"

[Jay-Z]
Ving ain’t lie
I done came through the block in everything that’s fly
I’m like, Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine – by any means on whenever there’s a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that’s when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain’t invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain’t no sense in me
lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
there ain’t no reason why I be buyin expensive chains
Hope you don’t think users are the only abusers niggaz
Gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I’m ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag’ yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that’s just the top layer
Man, you was who you was ‘fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I’m gone
Either love me, or leave me alone