Piotta, Turi, MC Giaime, Lascars, Kobb D - Roma 2000 International testo (lyrics)

Roma 2000, dumila stili coatti
Tutti poliglotti fatti pe' 'sta roba
Radioattivi stili, guardo il palco
Tutti i meglio vivi, lo sguardo in alto
Sveglio, altro che finzione, passione
Io rimo sciorto per la competizione
Sverto, fatte er nome, sfonna de brutto
Ar parucca vaie sotto, levaie tutto
Daje dapertutto
Devi devastare come un compare
Robba coatta internazionale
Roba da sfornare, sfondare
Gente, nun parucca niente
Monnezza pe' sempre

All you rats aimin' for the top gun
You scared of Kobb one
It's not your shotguns as we
So watch me volley like the
No time for the vest nigga, kill like an army
Pussy before

Run up to my expose your and blow your
Ammo off the realness
Incarcerated in the abyss, the last disciple
For this rifle kobb D, I own the title

Zero parucca con Baretta
Robba Coatta, Roma 2000 poliglotta

You're not gonna survive in this game
You sound lame
Your lack of skills is the element to blame
I'mma make you realize you wack as an MC
I really think you better skip the R&B
I'm a fly rhyme-saya, fuck romances
You try to beat me but you
Don't have no damn chances
I just keep doing it, i continue to flow
Still today rookies wanna stamp
Up to this pro maybe they're not concious of
The risk they run
They paid the price of fuckin'
With the serious one
'Cause, I possess deadly capabilities and I'm
Ready to bring it to any rhyme cypha