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This song is dedicated to the memory of Clyde Stubblefield...

Ode To Funky Drummer

IMove & RootsBeatsRecords
in collaborazione con I Colossi della Musica.
Presentano: Luigi Napoleoni - Il Mestiere del Campione.

Lyrics & Music: Bless Neto.
Registrato, Mixato e Masterizzato da Daniele Bellan (I Colossi della Musica). 
© All Rights Reserved

Verse:
Un altro match, un'altra sfida, un altro ring su cui salire
polvere e rose
Un altro giorno per studiare il mio avversario
e per conoscermi
Metto i guanti, stringo i pugni, mi alleno
a 10 grammi soltanto dal peso.

Le braccia stanche, l'occhio attento, sono concentrato
sto boxando insieme a un'ombra sul quadrato
La vita è un battito di ali, le mie ali... 16 once le mie mani
la vita è un duro colpo preso che hai incassato
e sei finito giù al tappeto, da terra ti sei rialzato.

Un ragazzino prende fiato, 
non conta le riprese,
non contano le offese, 
faceva pugni al sacco al soprannome "Succhiasole", 
la grinta del campione,
il sangue e il sudore 
e un cuore atleta da "Rovesciatore"... che non cambia mai.

Bridge:
E io, sconfitto ma in piedi
hai visto me danzare libero
atleti muti o poeti
che si raccolgono abbracciati in un angolo

Riff: 
Montante e poi lavoro ai fianchi ho aperto tutte le difese
i ganci ai denti e tiro su con i miei guanti
se siamo destinati a perderci il clamore almeno resterà.
Non è importante stabilire di mancare il colpo
io voglio vivere e non ricordare
e imparare dal rispetto che era un sogno mio di lealtà
se siamo destinati a perderci una cicatrice resterà.

Rapping:
La mia mente è calda e guarda a questa mattina d'estate
Roma, le strade, del 1960
le mani nello specchio e do una carezza a mio padre
lontani dalle luci della ribalta
un campione si rialza quando non può farlo
è alle corde, incassa i colpi, ma non lo rimpiango
io lo faccio per lo Sport, per un sogno, per l'ardore
non per l'uomo contro l'uomo per poi sottrargli anche l'onore
per l'inno nazionale, l'Italia e il dopoguerra,
i morsi della fame, l'istinto di sopravvivenza
e per essere un uomo migliore ti devi battere
e puoi vincere con le carte più difficili se sai giocartele
la mentalità, il dolore, allenano il carattere
spingo sul "Rovesciatore" per non starmi a piangere
le mani grandi, che non ti risparmi, lotto con passione
e una canzone senza nome parla di un campione.

Riff: 
Montante e poi lavoro ai fianchi ho aperto tutte le difese
i ganci ai denti e tiro su con i miei guanti
se siamo destinati a perderci il clamore almeno resterà.
Non è importante stabilire di mancare il colpo
io voglio vivere e non ricordare
per imparare dal rispetto che era un sogno mio di lealtà
se siamo destinati a perderci una cicatrice resterà.

Un altro match, un'altra sfida, un altro ring su cui salire
polvere e rose.

Album di MacNuggets

Il Rovesciatore - Songs of Madison Square Garden

Lyrics:

Ain't no devil on my porch 
I only bow in the Church
I only bow in the Church
I only bow in the Church


Verse 
Seasons come, and they go
But we keep mining for that shiny gold
In the summer, and winter cold
To run the town, first you got to walk its roads
Life's a good teacher but bad dad
Even when it grounded me I never bowed down
Fell asleep a boy woke up a man
I love life, but am not a fan
One chance, so much to fight for
Just make a leap on something worth dying for
Yeah I came, I took it, and grabbed it tight
When everyone left, I just made it right
Hallelujah! I bow to no crook
It takes only church and the Holly Book
Everywhere I looked I found none
It`s empty, you're empty I`m done

Hook
I Look as far as my eyes can see
I try to reach it but it`s so far from me
I`m speechless so why don't you hear?
What I`m not saying

Verse 
I left her overseas sailing
Hail Mary that was mama's feeling
Like Jesus will another son be crucified
Left her with no answer and state of mind
Cause I`m the type and the state of kind
I vow not to bow, fuck the outcome
If I get fucked trying, that's the income
Live for what I believe,..Mr. Malcolm
Wasn't born a soldier, life made me one
Never bowed down for anyone or weapon
Victory or death got to choose one
'Bowing down' has never been an option
Yeah! from the streets, made it overseas
From overseas, made it to the beat
And from the beat, my odds against defeat
Went from 0 to 60 in a heart beat

Hook

Outro
Let the scars tell the story of the rise to my Glory
Money talks funny, Money makes Money
Pain, I walked through the rain, I`m thankfull 
I work hard, I Play hard... I only bow to God

Church



Lyrics:

Verse
Buzz buzz! my picture on your phone
Night falling, over the streets of Rome
I know I fucked up, I know I did you wrong
But you were gone so fast like a catchy song
Took a look out the window and I saw a pack
Of heart craving vampire hiding in the dark
Looking for some pretty hearts with bloody red lips
Watch out for the bite cause the clock ticks
Might feel right for a sec, but the pain
Feels like a thousand sharp blades stuck in your brain
But I`m`a be there, to catch you when you fall
So press the button baby and take the fucking call

Hook
Night has fallen, guard your soul
Don't ever let your feelings show
Before they make you loose control
vampires always make you bleed
As they take on the night
They will take on your life
So watch out for the Bite baby!


Verse
You build walls around your heart...start the timer
Doesn't matter though I`m a good climber
I take the night make the sun rise like a light dealer
So watch out for the bite M.J, Thriller
The devil wants your soul but your soul is mine
Got to see with the naked eye a thousand thin lines
They hunt blood, I hunt blood hunters
Bottom line, it`s a battle line but you'll be fine
might feel right for a sec, but the pain
feels like a thousand sharp blades stuck in ur brain
but ama be there, to catch you when u fall
S.O.S..Save Our Souls... just take the call

Hook


Vampire ft Troy Mont


Lyrics:

Verse
I let my ink bleed on these white papers
`till they can fetch me back some papers
Left alone, world of isolation
So i'm writing Mr.Future... conversation
I jumped into life in the mid 80's
Don't want to jump like late babies
Fighting for a name, not like new babies
If had seen a bit of you, I probably wont write this
Let me pretend you'll reply to this and keep mailing till you notice
Been dreaming about my future in showbiz
Want to know how long `till I fulfill this
if I will never get close be kind here
Knock me down, so I can quit the fight here
But if I live as the days keep coming 
I don't need you to keep fighting

Hook
I see what you`re trying to do
Seems like all my life I've been running from you
But no,
You won't knock me down, 
I`m on my way now X2

Verse
Now I`m off school, I`m a bit confused
Insecurity got my feelings bruised
Stuck between options, scared of choosing
Starving for the best, can`t taste loosing
Directions all up in my face
But they seem blocked like witch maze
Not clear, foggy like a summer haze
Think I need your help to get the right ways
Like heaven I desire to be with you
Heaven means faith, I don't know about you
I`ve been working it out just to feel you
Now I think you are deaf and dumb I`m`a leave u!
Every fight to survive is worth fighting
And that's the only thing that keeps me writing
Lately, you been running from me, how could you ?
I'm`a keep fighting see you in the future

The Future ft Chiara


Verse
We be dropping in the club like Boom!
I`m like a smoke bomb filling out the room
Bartender! two rums with coke
Shit`s about to blow up yeah! you know we dope!
Them girls be throwing up their hands when I step on stage
They love me from the bar-girl to the ladies in the cage
I love the way you shake it, the way you drop it to the floor 
The way you`re screaming `till your lungs get sore
I told you money talks funny, money makes money
My life's like a song, sing along honey!
Great minds fuck each other, cause they think alike
That's why when you're around them boys be like


Pre-hook
ooooh ooooh We gon`a light this place up, liquor fuck your face off
ooooh ooooh This is a stick up, so put your muther`fucking hands up!

Hook
Now drop it !! drop it !! This is a stick up, hands up! drop it! 
yoo!! drop it !! drop it !! This is a stick up, hands up! drop it!
Yoo! Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! Yo Dj make that shit drop!
Pop it! pop it! pop it! All the girls them!
Drop it! drop it! drop it! drop it! drop it! drop it!
All the Girls them!

Verse
She's watching me, mami come closer!
Bizzy goes all, dude I know her, I saw before, she's a freak
She comes here every week with her clique
Her moves, so sick, Tequila like lick- lick!
Yeah! it`s on, the mic, the vibe
Aight! we gon`a light up the club!
Someone tell the Dj to pump up the Sub
And roll up some bud, we be high as Fuck!
ooooh! Now take it home bro, make it bounce
After party at the house, no effect, no cause
We`re having fun, without button for pause... what!?

Hook,...

Drop it ft General Ricky

Lyrics:

Verse
Lie's a sweet pill, pain killer
Truth is cold, so bitter
Hate's awake, Love`s on her knees
Demons, Devils, broken dreams
Bloody scene life's cornered
Material Bitch!.. yoo! Madonna
She wants to fuck me but our love's platonic
Cloned with smiles when our hate is chronic
Oh my GOD! Dan has a plan
Then he splits, when shit hits the fan
Then he meets Dana and have a tan
And act all black like he Wu'Tang Clan
Man !! Fuck this shit got the pieces to the puzzle but they dont fit
Man !! Fuck the drama it`s all money and power, karma

Hook
Feel down it`s fake life
Seen through a fake glass
For money, fame and high class
Do right and get left outright
Force the truth, get life discount
Target`s now meet with bullets
Love`s suffocated, No breath!
Love's beneath Cause love is dead
Love is dead! 

Verse
Visualize, it`s all televised, analyse open your fucking eyes 
Sometimes you get traumatized then you realize,
Who will rise, wise, I spin the dice.. what I see?
it`s the paralyzez, been antagonized by the recognized 
And they recognize the victimized
My Holly Jesus Christ, leaders turned Antichrist
Shed blood to systemize, poor ones pay the price, 
Life's now stigmatized the wise realize
Love was sometime dimised fake has been compromised
Journalists turned terrorists, pacifists, comunists
Tic-tact-tic bomb detonates, oh my God! who's next?!
More or less we`re the cause, we are cursed, yeah of course 
it`s time to leave this earth, it`s so fucked! and head for Mars

Fake

Lyrics:

Verse
You get me high, the way you crack it
You`re a real show, got the proof to back it
Hot!..... hot! the way you clap it
So make that ass clap, clap clap again
Pardon my insane... mistake
Think I know your name,.. earthquake
She said she wants to move in be my room-mate
Be my cherry on top and the whole cake, 
The way you Shake it, the way you work it, 
The way I sing it makes you, swing swing swing
The way you twist it, the way you role it
The way you`re looking at my bling bling bling
You wanna lick it you got to have it
All you have to do is ring, ring, ring 
ring, ring, ring and take it down low

Hook
take it down low, you take it down low

Verse
Down low you do it so well 
Let me see you work that double X.L
cause that ass rings a bell 
Saw you last time, are you the same girl?
Skill to kill with a killer blouse 
Clevadge,.. no Run's House 
Million dollar ass...check it out! 
Shake it, take it down south
The way you Shake it, the way you work it, 
The way I sing it makes you, swing swing swing
The way you twist it, the way you role it
The way you`re looking at my bling bling bling
You wanna lick it you got to have it
All you have to do is ring, ring, ring 
ring, ring, ring and take it down low

Il Rovesciatore - Songs of Madison Square Garden

Bless Neto Napoleon

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