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The lyrics paint a picture of artists who feel overlooked, asserting their lyrical prowess and demanding recognition. The repeated refrain, "Quann 'sti cantant, fra', parlene assaj / Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle," translates to "When these singers, bro, talk too much / Give me the microphone because I'm about to freestyle." This sets a tone of competitive bravado, suggesting a scene where words and skill on the mic are the ultimate arbiters of respect. The artists position themselves as raw, explosive forces, ready to unleash their talent when given the chance. Clementino's verse contrasts his humble beginnings with his current impactful presence, using vivid imagery like "Vulcano" and "Bazooka" to describe his explosive lyrical style. He directly addresses criticism of rap in dialect, framing it as a relic of the past. The line, "Si tu 'e fatt o panico, frà, chest è Woodstock!" ("If you caused the panic, bro, this is Woodstock!") is particularly striking. It equates the chaotic energy and potential for disruption within their music to the legendary, counter-cultural festival, suggesting their rap is a force of nature that commands attention and creates a scene. Rocco Hunt's verse shifts to a more introspective and melancholic tone, reflecting on the passage of time and the loss of authenticity. He speaks of "gray windows" and days that blend together, hinting at a weariness with the current state of things. The mention of "Nostalgia re viecchi tiemp, 'e quann a barba nun criscev / Pur o Rap era diverso, 'e Co'Sang stev'n assiem" ("Nostalgia for old times, when my beard didn't grow / Even Rap was different, Co'Sang were together") evokes a longing for a past era of hip-hop, suggesting a perceived decline in its integrity or spirit. This creates a poignant tension between the boastful assertion of skill and a deeper reflection on what has been lost. The effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their raw authenticity and the dynamic interplay between aggressive self-assertion and vulnerable reflection. The use of Neapolitan dialect grounds the verses in a specific cultural context, while the references to iconic figures and events like Woodstock and Sean Penn add layers of cultural commentary. The contrast between Clementino's fiery delivery and Rocco Hunt's introspective musings creates a compelling narrative arc, showcasing the multifaceted nature of artistic expression and the enduring power of lyrical skill in the face of change.

Clementino & Rocco Hunt - Rap

Woodstock

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[Testo di "Woodstock" ft. Rocco Hunt] [Intro: Clementino] Yeh Gonb o beat � Don Joe Clementino Rap Rocco Hunt Capocannonieri nel posto Fratell� � na bomb a man [Ritornello: Clementino] Quann 'sti cantant, fra', parlene assaj Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle Re party, a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Fino e fest' e rap, tutt a ganja style Quann sti cantant, fr�, parlene assaj Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle Re party a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Chi si? 'Na bomba a mano, Poeta Urbano e Iena White [Strofa 1: Clementino] Simm partut ro nient, che aropp tu t'allamient Riconosciut' all'ambient, se n'� carut Clemente Cu na trasut e fetient, tu riest muto: Cunvient Fra' cu stu mur n'faj nient, teng o Bazooka ca punt int 'e rient 'Ngopp o beat e manc' e can, sbatt 'e man Rateme nu palco ca me chiamm ,fra', Vulcano Chist � o Miracolo c'abbasc', oh Ca rima 'ncatast, oh L'anema ca straccio, oh C'era una volta il Rap Campano "The Bombers", nel concerto Owners Iena anni 90' con la stella al centro: Converse George Best, Showman, sinfonie di Chopin Oscar dopo il check, ciak: Sean Penn! E tien ancor' 'e problem co Rap fatt in dialetto A tiemp', par' a lancett, te zomp' a capa c'accett' Pe chi ten a fedina bona o chiu' sporca Si tu 'e fatt o panico, fr�, chest � Woodstock! [Ritornello: Clementino] Quann 'sti cantant, fra', parlene assaj Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle Re party, a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Fino e fest' e rap, tutt a ganja style Quann sti cantant, fr�, parlene assaj Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle Re party a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Chi si? 'Na bomba a mano, Poeta Urbano e Iena White [Strofa 2: Rocco Hunt] 'E jurnat semp e stess', aret a sti fenest grigie Addo a jurnat' saj quann accummencia e nun saj quann' fernesc' L'ansia rint 'e man, e quanta chance so jut' a puttan Pecch� annanz a duje renar Giuda se vennett a Cristo Ogni cattiveria fatta staj sicur' torn o doppio 'E cos brutt 'e teng 'nguorp, manc' natu poco e scoppio Sti femmene annasconnene o mister' N'omm quann soffr', soffr' over.. quann se fa sera pija o core a muorz Nun ce stann chiu 'e panchin, nient � comm a prima Gregory nun � turnat, io pens' ca mo sta o' Brasile; Nostalgia re viecchi tiemp, 'e quann a barba nun criscev Pur o Rap era diverso, 'e Co'Sang stev'n assiem E nun se scarica sta penna e stu quadern' nun se regn' L'inchiostr' nun me serv a lasci� a robb' ngopp a pelle Ogni emozion a teng a int comm a na fotografia Che mett appes' int a stanzett astrett ro cerviell mio [Ritornello: Clementino] Quann 'sti cantant, fra', parlene assaj Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle Re party, a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Fino e fest' e rap, tutt a ganja style Quann sti cantant, fr�, parlene assaj Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle Re party a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Chi si? 'Na bomba a mano, Poeta Urbano e Iena White

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Writers: Don Joe
Rocco Hunt
Clementino

Woodstock

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