[Testo di "MURDAMURDAMURDA" ft. Ocean Wisdom, Ward 21 & Victor Kwality]

[Intro: Suku]

Problem

Tell 'em

Machete gang

Ask no question

Suicidal to the death

No fuck around we'll pump some shots up in your chest

We don't walk 'round with no vest

No fuck around we'll pump some shots up in your chest

[Strofa 1: Nitro]

Non frega un cazzo a me se questa merda non va in radio

Se non va in Top 10, scemo, parlo un altro slang

Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki

Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i ferri già puntati e bang

Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto un socio mio pestato

Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato"

Nelle piazze, nelle case, come al bar nei weekend

Se ti beccano, farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet

Okay, wait, wait, brotha

Com'è che se va magra, vai di spada tipo J.J. Abrams?

Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala

Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala

Se vuoi, faccio il translate, fake, impara

Più infami e lolite che squali a Recife

Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche, fai il capo quando sei il vice

Non vali neanche due lire, la fine del mio regime

Da fasci contro compagni a gattini contro sardine, eh-eh

Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il trucco si intravede

Ma finché puzzo di potere, ho il lusso di godere

Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino

Dove stai, fuori o dentro? Sei peggio di un secondino

[Ritornello: Ward 21]

Murda, murda, murda (Murda)

Say we not afraid of people fuck what you heard of

We bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)

So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah)

[Strofa 2: Ocean Wisdom]

Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic

MAC one shot, might let it off

Script this, all this scribble, they ain't never lost

Ain't no games, my grind they never soft

Big man like me ain't never gonna let 'em off

Realest nigga that ever, ever was, ever, ever was

Shut it, set it off, litty buzzin' off cocaine

And I made the record, the brethren can never phantom of the level that my brothers couldn't elevate to ahead of us

Eminem and any American that is leveling, I'm pretty but he could put you on anything

I've never been a brother they could sit on, and sitting was like a sussing

And I've been to the point that they tapping on a McGregor tee

You know my style, and you gotta hold my style

They ain't bled enough or read anything

Wait, wait, brotha (Hold up)

I just looked across my bench-press and saw eight plates, brotha (Eight plates)

You ain't liftin' more than eighty after eight steaks cut-up (Remember that?)

I was rippin' eighty ten times in the eighth grade, wallah

Played Beyblade, but

You ain't no bad boy, really

After this one drops, I'm confident all of Milan gon' feel me

After this one drops, I'm givin' you suttin' a tad more drilly

After that one's dropped, all the odds, my dad gon' kill me

Like "Wizzy, you mad boy, silly"

Nah, Dad, I'ma boss quick, million profit

You finna log in or log off, amigo

If I'm chillin' with Bob in Milan with the squad, and you really gon' bop to Nitro

If he chillin' with her and he double her age and he think he a boss, he a pedo

I can't believe they're mad, got dem men all walking around with a Robert De Niro

Them man are weirdos, I forget

[Ritornello: Ward 21]

Murda, murda, murda (Murda)

Seh we nuh afraid of people fuck what you heard of

Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)

So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah, brah, brah)

Murda, murda, murda (Eh)

Seh we nuh afraid of people fuck what you heard of (Brah)

Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Eh)

Me buddie are the ruffest that you ever heard of (Brah)

[Outro: Victor Kwality]

E se non so chi sei

Bussi nella notte e puoi

E quando ti incontro sai

Cristo, vedo solo guai

Ahi, ahi