[Testo di "Rock the House" ft. Danno, Sean Martin, Inoki & Mistaman]
[Intro]
Rock the house, yo
[Strofa 1: Danno & Sean]
Eh yo, mi imbuco al tuo torneo di rap e scappo con la coppa
Jake La Motta (Jake La Motta), jazz come Nick La Rocca
Porto stile come sui vagoni Nico e Stoppa
Presso la mia porra e sto col vento in poppa
Showstoppa, zì, non sono un big poppa
Boogeyman sopra il boogie (Boogeyman) ed ogni MC scappa
Tolgo il mic al tuo rapper, je ridò la zappa (Sì)
Oggi no (No), ma scommetti che domani trappa?
Bam, sto coi più marci dentro al carro merci
Bam, se vuoi sfidarci, sappi che no mercy (No mercy)
Se ti fai gioco, dacci per dispersi
Ma qua una rima nostra e spariscono i tuoi multiversi (Ah)
Ti riporto nel '97
Da pischello in cameretta col cassetto pieno di cassette
E tanta fotta che mettе alle strette (Huh, huh)
Ogni rappеr che me sfida pure mo lo faccio a fette
[Strofa 2: Sean]
Buckle up, son, it's time to go where nobody has been
The top of the hill is full of shit nobody has seen
'Cause I'm sick of all of these phony niggas standing in lines
Inoculating for permission to get back to the labs
Victims of laws of criminal minds lobotomized
Bending like a pussy for the [?] you could die
But when shit hits the fan, man, you know you got a chance
Grab the bull's horn with your fucking bare hands and advance
To a new level of self-awareness, introspection
New whole world perception
They slapped you in the face, got no fucking reaction (Word)
You're just another puppet in the puppet master's collection
They fooled ya and I'd warned ya
They got your nuts in a box and they own ya
No respect, you're just another tin soldier (Pow, pow, pow)
And now you do what they told ya
[Intro]
Rock the house, yo
[Strofa 1: Danno & Sean]
Eh yo, mi imbuco al tuo torneo di rap e scappo con la coppa
Jake La Motta (Jake La Motta), jazz come Nick La Rocca
Porto stile come sui vagoni Nico e Stoppa
Presso la mia porra e sto col vento in poppa
Showstoppa, zì, non sono un big poppa
Boogeyman sopra il boogie (Boogeyman) ed ogni MC scappa
Tolgo il mic al tuo rapper, je ridò la zappa (Sì)
Oggi no (No), ma scommetti che domani trappa?
Bam, sto coi più marci dentro al carro merci
Bam, se vuoi sfidarci, sappi che no mercy (No mercy)
Se ti fai gioco, dacci per dispersi
Ma qua una rima nostra e spariscono i tuoi multiversi (Ah)
Ti riporto nel '97
Da pischello in cameretta col cassetto pieno di cassette
E tanta fotta che mettе alle strette (Huh, huh)
Ogni rappеr che me sfida pure mo lo faccio a fette
[Strofa 2: Sean]
Buckle up, son, it's time to go where nobody has been
The top of the hill is full of shit nobody has seen
'Cause I'm sick of all of these phony niggas standing in lines
Inoculating for permission to get back to the labs
Victims of laws of criminal minds lobotomized
Bending like a pussy for the [?] you could die
But when shit hits the fan, man, you know you got a chance
Grab the bull's horn with your fucking bare hands and advance
To a new level of self-awareness, introspection
New whole world perception
They slapped you in the face, got no fucking reaction (Word)
You're just another puppet in the puppet master's collection
They fooled ya and I'd warned ya
They got your nuts in a box and they own ya
No respect, you're just another tin soldier (Pow, pow, pow)
And now you do what they told ya
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