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This track kicks off with a raw, almost confrontational energy, immediately establishing a defiant tone. The repeated "Oh oh shit" acts as a visceral exclamation, a sonic punctuation mark for the artist's unapologetic stance. The opening lines set up a clear dichotomy: the "cumpare pigghjia bonu" (implying someone who takes things seriously or is genuine) is contrasted with "the others make me sick," signaling an immediate rejection of phoniness and a celebration of authenticity, whatever that means to the speaker. The core tension of the lyrics revolves around a fierce assertion of self-worth and skill against perceived detractors and superficiality. The narrator positions themselves as a force of nature, capable of saving lives with their rhymes while simultaneously boasting about their desirability and prowess. This duality creates a compelling narrative of someone who is both a protector and a provocateur, someone who demands respect through sheer talent and an unshakeable belief in their own abilities. The lyrics suggest a deep-seated disdain for those who judge or underestimate them, particularly those who rely on material wealth or empty status. A striking element of the craft is the seamless blend of Italian dialect and English, creating a unique linguistic texture that grounds the boasts in a specific cultural context while maintaining broad accessibility. This linguistic fusion mirrors the narrator's identity – someone who is both rooted and worldly. The repeated assertion of being "the man with the skills" and the dismissive "others make me sick" in the chorus reinforces this self-assuredness, framing the entire song as a declaration of superiority over a shallow, uninspired opposition. The contrast between the narrator's "knowledge and wisdom" and the opponent's "myspace" page highlights a generational or ideological divide, where substance is pitted against fleeting online presence. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unvarnished confidence and the vivid, often aggressive, imagery used to convey it. The narrator doesn't shy away from vulgarity or hyperbole, which, paradoxically, lends a certain authenticity to their claims. By directly confronting and belittling their perceived enemies, while simultaneously elevating their own status with bold declarations, the song creates a potent, albeit abrasive, anthem of self-validation. It’s a sonic middle finger to the fakes, delivered with a swagger that’s hard to ignore.

Turi - Rap

Radical Shit

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[Testo di "Radical Shit"] [Intro] Oh oh shit (Oh shit) Calabro 9 is on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) Sto cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick [Strofa 1] Pe cu voliva mu mi futti e non si fitti, io ve vitti So fuck yo fashion [?] zitti You're looking bad like Britney I can save your life cu sti rimi beneditti Ora abballati stritti stritti I fimmini mi basanu e i masculi si calanu i 'bbarritti 'Cause I'm the man with the brain and a big dick That's why your chick is now calabro addicted I bring you freshness, friscu friscu Sentiti stu discu e capisci quantu pistu Pe' l'intellettuali di me palli pigghjia chistu Radical shit, no mi 'mbiscu A mia su fattu [?] so You wanna teach me how to live with your money and your Visa? Va cu' tu mamma ca ora ti 'ccatta a camisa Ca ieu me fottu a tu soru quandu tu va a fa a spisa [Ritornello] Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick [Strofa 2] Don't give a fuck about the window shopping Me bastano pe' ora giustu du para de scarpi It's my thang, ora i ricchjiuni fanno i guappi Va a pigghjia pala e picu ca vidimu si so zappi You know the deal ma non sai certi fatti Tu fai 'na lotta ma non sai cu' ccu cumbatti Rivoluzione? Ma se siti tutti spatti Nu mundu di paroli cu sta vucca chjina i latti (Bla, bla, bla) That's mister calabrese on the base Anytime, anywhere, slap your ass and your face Knowledge and wisdom, I was amaze A storia mia è nu libro, a tua na pagin'e myspace Calabro 9 says "Get the fuck out" I'm the Chief Rocka, jeu sacciu a lapa Don't understand? Amicu meu, mo te va caca Cu cazzu ti cumanda mu ti senti sta cantata [Ritornello] Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick [Strofa 3] (Ehi fetusi So tell me now, what you know about lose it?) So lari lari, senti stu cumpari ca t'impari Da a terra di lupari, I'm the king of the party No fucking bling e poi vidi chi 'nda a fari Ma quali pezz'i cunnu giri sulu c'u caddari Modera i toni, you phony, su co 'ssi facci You shit is corny and you know the street is watching Tu nun poi fare u maladrinu cu ssa facci Spari e spari cazzi e chi minchia 'ndai u ti spacci E mo t'arraggi, you're talking like a pussy Calabro 9 sballa comu a vinti cimi russi E nommu ti permetti certi lussi Ca te spetto arretu 'a porta ca scuppetta se me bussi Another level, bad news avannu Chistu è pe i figghjioli e p'e l'amuri chi mi dannu, u sannu Nun m'attuccate ca ve scannu Ve mannu a cogghji uliva 'nte campagni di Rosarno [Ritornello] Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick Oh oh shit (Oh shit) So who's the man with the skills On the mic, on the beat Oh oh shit (Oh shit) E u cumpare pigghjia bonu and the others make me sick [Outro] Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit

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