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Rating: Stokka:
You keep it on your shoulder
move your head and you like doing it
turn up the volume for the thrill of pumping it
tighten your shoes
in the mirror you scrunch your face
the more they look at you badly, the more you feel like a rapper
it feels strange to say it but it's the taste you get
with the walkman blasting on the bus in the morning
before going to school
or those who work, in traffic,
down in the car you pump it up with the knob
you can select what you want if the CD starts skipping
you don't know whether to use analog or digital
we don't care, the passion keeps us comfortable
you would stay all day on the metro with this hit
it's something that seems strange to you
that keeps alive and healthy this metropolitan rhythm
every sound we give stays, moving your head
and we only give you what we believe in
Chorus.
Ghettoblaster, tell me if it's enough for you, tell me if you believe in a snare drum and bass drum
tell me if it fits
tell me if it's a trend or do you believe in this thing
music is my best drug
and it's never enough for me
this fever doesn't go away
rap is my way out, this is what saves us
tell me if you like it
turn up the volume of every sound that breaks you
this is the sound of my Ghettoblaster
MadBuddy:
If it takes control, pumping the muscles of your neck
I breathe the city with everything around me
my car radio predicted that the return
transforms normality and silence into a bad dream
I turn up the volume to embarrassing levels
the blaster accompanies the breaker blocking the passers-by
the circle creates that crowd that warms up tomorrow
appreciating the four beats, windmill without hands
peace to Bambata, headphones in the ears at the stop
they believe we're the burnt-out youth (bullshit)
we drop rhymes that shape with the time that slices
I swear I'll make you a cassette later
so your radio can absorb
every single groove, everything I have to say
in a span
the original sound doesn't struggle
it prints on a misted glass
Chorus.
Ghettoblaster, tell me if it's enough for you, tell me if you believe in a snare drum and bass drum
tell me if it fits
tell me if it's a trend or do you believe in this thing
music is my best drug
and it's never enough for me
this fever doesn't go away
rap is my way out, this is what saves us
tell me if you like it
turn up the volume of every sound that breaks you
this is the sound of my Ghettoblaster
Stokka:
Ciccio Stokka, Buddy Shocca and our filthy stereo
we pump this sound and expand it in the long range
since the days in May when you feel better
we pump the volume even in winter in the cold
I'm not afraid to stay alone and deaf
Hip hop is my girl and the more I touch her, the more I coax her
me and my music don't give a damn about who judges
screw these priests in robes
Buddy:
And Sunday morning, when the house is still
I make the bass vibrate with the neighbor cursing
everything turns off, I feel it, write, invent
it's Hip hop swallowing my life from within
it's just music, those who think it's a danger have found this vehicle to make themselves ridiculous
if I look back at life and those people I lost
a prop just for myself
hit play, then go out
Stokka:
try, okay, the volume helps us in this strange place
we've lost all human contact
as we progress, it outlines
the line that separates the horizon
Italy from China
and the more you feel this rhythm, the more you want to escape
you believe that paradise is tangible elsewhere
but paradise hides in these pages
and Hip hop is not here by chance to fill the margin
MadBuddy:
I finally thank those who pushed me into this
fundamental
the posse, the rapadopa
'95 remains the year of baptism
the sound that accompanies my rhymes is still the same
and if there are
people who consider it automatic
don't give up at the first obstacle
tracing lines that stay outside the edge
I'll thank those who didn't give up even at the second
Chorus.
Ghettoblaster, tell me if it's enough for you, tell me if you believe in a snare drum and bass drum
tell me if it fits
tell me if it's a trend or do you believe in this thing
music is my best drug
and it's never enough for me
this fever doesn't go away
rap is my way out, this is what saves us
tell me if you like it
turn up the volume of every sound that breaks you
this is the sound of my Ghettoblaster.
I'm not a Hip Hop lover but I have to say that this song really rocks... it gives me an energy like never before... truly a positive song
Ded to: the people who are playing with others' feelings right now (and I won't name names), my friend sexyajax (stay strong friend!!), and my two friends from debaser Adriano Bernard and The Punisher.
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