Ok, ho appena aperto il mio hard disk esterno, che equivale più o meno ad aprire il vaso di Pandora, non potevo che condividere questa pietra miliare nella storia della musica.
In spoiler il testo per i meno avvezzi all’inglisc:
[spoiler]H-I-T-L-E-R
Driving down the streets in the fancy car
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Thought we’d never make it but here we are
H-I-T-L-E-R
Driving down the streets in the fancy car
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Thought we’d never make it but here we are
The name is A!
And I’m back in command
Cause I’m the illest fuhrer
Representing Deutschland
Reich 1, reich 2, reich 3
That’s me! The mastermind behind World War 3
No, 2! My bad! Oh well, start it over!
Been gone for so long but now I’m back and I’ma show ya
Everybody Hitler-hatin’ when they speak my name
But it’s the new millenium and the Fuhrer has changed
And what I bet ya’ll didn’t know is now I’m down with the jews!
The gypsies, homosexuals and retards too!
Cause I stopped burnin’ people, started burnin’ CD’s
Stopped battlin’ the world, started battlin’ MC’s
Just started bustin’ rhymes, finally found my groove
And now the ‘S.S’ on my jacket stands for ‘Super Smooth’
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Driving down the streets in the fancy car
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Thought we’d never make it but here we are
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Driving down the streets in the fancy car
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Thought we’d never make it but here we are
To all the aryans in the area that are carryin’ rhymes
And neo-nazi’s better watch me, catch on up with the times
When other rappers see me coming, yo they run and they hide
I grab the mic and commit lyrical genocide
Cause when it comes to droppin’ hooks there is none greater
Throw a finger to my public, then I grab my dictator!
Cause I’m flexin’ my might and I’m showing my strength
I’ll get your lady going, get her moaning ‘Mein Kampf!’
No longer Nazi, but I still like to party
And there are plenty women up in here with master racy bodies
Blonde hair, blue eyes, you know I like em’ that way
Yo, Goering, you got something to say?
Goering:
Creep with me! As I roll through the Rhine
Out getting yours while I’m out getting mine
Got a skull on my jacket, pimp it, it pays
Got hoes hunkered in my bunker and they stay there for days
Got a shorty waiting for me at every point of the land
And that just comes with being Adolf’s right hand man
I’m the Chairman of the Council of Defense of the Reich
And if you’ll come back to my castle, babe, we’ll stay up all night
Hitler:
Driving down the street in my Panzer tank
Sittin’ drinkin’ Cris’ with my bitch Anne Frank
And when I step into the club’s you know I’m steppin with style
Raise my left hand, party people say ‘Heil!’
Got a page from Eva Braun, that I’ll say that I missed
There’s a party up at Schindlers and I’m on his ‘A-list!’
Cause I put my past behind! Ya’ll can think what you will!
But no more propoganda, it’s Triumph of the ill!
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Driving down the streets in the fancy car
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Thought we’d never make it but here we are
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Driving down the streets in the fancy car
Say H-I-T-L-E-R
Thought we’d never make it but here we are
Yo, that’s it that’s my rhyme!
We outta here!
Give it up! Give it up!
West Berlin! [/spoiler]
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