Stessa Gente

Lyrics

[Testo di "Stessa Gente" ft. Al' Tariq, Black Attack, Torch & Rival Capone] [Strofa 1: Rival Capone & La Pina] Si c'est �a l'�volution, allez tous vous faire enculer Un petit pas de l'homme pour un grand �crasement de l'humanit� En battage dans le flou total, et Apparamment ni religion ni morale ne peuvent nous �clairer J'en suis s�r, j'suis pas le seul � voir des anges tomb�s Quoi, le futur? Regard d�j� combien de martyrs � c�der Un titre mondial, un nouvel ordre se mobilisait Parce que �a se passe aujourd'hui Et qu'on est tous concern�s Si en rappant moins je vous fais danser J'�sp�re que ce sera sur les tombes des �lus Danse, danse d�mo, la r�volution siffle dans la rue Comment oublier � chaque fois ma conscience m'interpelle J'suis ce type, cette �tincelle qui met le feu au poudre Ma bouche fait trop de d�gats? Viens donc me la coudre Tu conna�tra de toute fa�on plus jamais le calme Oeil pour oeil, drame pour drame, soldats et vous et corps et �mes De l'plateau au plat pays la vision est la m�me (CNN) Mixmen ('Sta roba � nostra) De l'plateau au plat pays la vision est la m�me (Al mic l'Italia) la Belgique (And we don't stop) [Strofa 2: La Pina] Difetti di fabbricazione in una produzione in serie Gente Guasta devasta s'incastra, c'ha lo stesso sangue nelle arterie Tutti nella stessa mischia colla stessa fotta per le sturie Il karma mio s'impasta difficilmente agli ingredienti fastidiosi Tanti stili, quanti sono gli stilosi Ma io faccio solo con gli amici Potresti averci il meglio stilo al mondo Ma guarda caso il meglio ce l'ho attorno Uno per la mia famiglia Due per la Connessione Tre per il Soul Kingdom, spingo Travolgo come El Ni�o e faccio presto C'era un italiana, un marocchino Due americani e un tedesco Eheh (Ahaha), lo sai quella che c'era (Lo sai) Un italiana (Stessa gente), un marocchino (Stessa gente) Due americani (Stessa gente) e un tedesco, yo Quando mi perdo in fondo al buio [Strofa 3: Black Attack] (Hey yo, talk about them cats) Look, when I'm bombed out, right, and my mind get deep I start to think about the gang and this shit they do when they creep This gang is trained for war (War), licensed to kill (Kill) Carry armor and shields that make them feel real Like for instance if you walkin down the street feelin blasted Say the wrong thing and you can legally get your ass kicked There's mad shit this gang do that's overlooked And you wonder why when they come around we be shook? Fuck crooks, they worse than navy seals in Vietnam Kidnappin you for brew and smackin niggas up for traum It's wild (Ah), but they been doin this for a while Confuse your candy bar for heat, shoot you and not stand trial They just take it and smile, believe me, if they could They would shut down every hood like shit was all good They the largest gang in the world controllin the streets They the muthafuckin beast better known as police [Strofa 4: Al' Tariq] Now dig on this, the great one got this fist that's black But the twist is the one fuckin truth we all miss Whether negro O-Dog, Italiano Donnie Brasco Muslim Saddam or just that redneck rascal Pico-trained, we all the same on the inner You good you meet your maker, burn in hell if you'se a sinner Get thinner from AIDS, all blood is red if you get blade, slices My mic's the nicest, we all got vices Devices like religion bring divison Separate the millions to racist group of millions We kill on over land that's everybody's If Allah was here now he would say (That's everybody's) So let's party (Party), make it caliente, stessa gente Un solo core (Yeah yeah) solo amore Al' Tariq, y'all, stesso sangue, stesso padre Un fratello from another madre Quando mi perdo in fondo al buio [Strofa 5: Torch] Wenn die Gondeln Trauer tragen und die Geigen mich fortziehen In die Tiefen meiner Vision, wo jedes Wort schien Wie die Sonne in den Fenstern vom Mail�nder Dom Die blitzenden Schwerter der Goten-Pl�nderung von Rom Lass mich fliessen wie der Regen von Sumatra Die Ufer des Blauen Nils, das Reich der Cleopatra Mein Sound k�mpft gegen das System wie Zulu Mussa gegen Pharao Brennender Pfeil, mein Style Cherokee und Navaho (Erheb mich aus dem Sumpf) und werd Rap-star Gl�nz wie die gl�henden Gipfel der Alpen, die Hannibal sah Elefanten stapfen durch den eiskalten Schnee Babylon wird brennen, Torch rockt das Mikro wie eh und je Verfolg die Spur zur�ck von Italien bis nach China Mixmen, Marco Polo, Otierre und La Pina Al' Tariq, Sean Black, CNN und mein Mann Toni L (Der Pate) Also wart