Testi di Pure Gold - Calyx & TeeBee, Kemo, Hostage

Pure Gold (originale)

Slappers, kick push, boogie board
Punch drunk, punch kick, super hard
Bruce Lee, Spike Lee, broken nose
Pop’s home, pop’s gone, broken home
Live Aid, A-Team, fly like Mike
Recess, schoolbooks, dynamite
Backpack, headphones, BDP
Ice Cube, Fresh Prince, MTV
It was mixtapes, spray cans, subway trains
It was black books, sparklers and halls of fame
It was shell toe Adidas with super fat laces
And the girls with the knee socks rocking the braces, yo
It was basketball and smoking pot
And pushing down the pedal till the motor’s hot
Rum and coke a lot, Karmacoma style
When push came to shove, it was love, listen
It was getting tattoos, smoking cigarettes
It was Zig Zag papers, time to build a spliff
It was getting digits, kinda hit and miss
It was happiness, lies and kids, come on
It was making out for hours, sharing a shower
It was sleepover parties, it was midnight hours
Getting into fights, dodging the cops
We was rocking the club on the drop
You can change the fashion, you can change the style
But you can’t change the way that I feel about time
Cause time went gold in '89
And kept it live through '95
It was cross color gear and hopscotch
Fat booming cassettes when the box rocks
It was gazing the lights from the rooftop
And then grinding the slides in the boondocks
It was big-checkered shirts over long sleeves
It was trips to the 'Dam for the strong weed
We were so free and wild, it was gnarly, yo
It was party, bullshit, back to party
It was two-wheel and three-wheel and four-wheel drive
It was hip-hop and jungle and reggae live
Peace, love, unity, respect vibes
It was ladybug, humbug and butterfly
It was Def Jam jokes and delirious
All them old folks complain and fearing us
Cause our magic was strong and mysterious
We got serious on the drop

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Schiaffo, kick push, boogie board
Pugno ubriaco, pugno calcio, super duro
Bruce Lee, Spike Lee, naso rotto
Il pop è a casa, il pop è andato, la casa rotta
Live Aid, A-Team, vola come Mike
Riposo, libri di scuola, dinamite
Zaino, cuffie, BDP
Ice Cube, Fresh Prince, MTV
Erano mixtape, bombolette spray, treni della metropolitana
Erano libri neri, stelle filanti e hall of fame
Era Adidas con punta a conchiglia con lacci super grassi
E le ragazze con i calzini al ginocchio che fanno dondolare l'apparecchio, yo
Era basket e fumare erba
E premendo il pedale finché il motore non è caldo
Rum e coca cola molto, stile Karmacoma
Quando è arrivata la spinta, è stato amore, ascolta
Si stava facendo tatuaggi, fumando sigarette
Erano le carte Zig Zag, tempo di costruire uno spinello
Stava ottenendo cifre, un po' incostante
Era felicità, bugie e bambini, dai
Stava pomiciando per ore, condividendo una doccia
Erano feste per il pigiama party, erano le ore di mezzanotte
Entrare in risse, schivare la polizia
Stavamo scuotendo il club al volo
Puoi cambiare la moda, puoi cambiare lo stile
Ma non puoi cambiare il modo in cui penso al tempo
Perché il tempo è diventato oro nell'89
E l'ha tenuto in vita fino al '95
Era un equipaggiamento a colori incrociati e una campana
Cassette in forte espansione quando la scatola oscilla
Stava guardando le luci dal tetto
E poi macinare le diapositive nei boondocks
Erano camicie a scacchi grandi su maniche lunghe
Erano viaggi alla "diga per l'erba forte".
Eravamo così liberi e selvaggi, era nodoso, yo
Era festa, stronzate, ritorno alla festa
Era a due ruote, tre ruote e quattro ruote motrici
Era hip-hop, giungla e reggae dal vivo
Vibrazioni di pace, amore, unità, rispetto
Era coccinella, imbroglione e farfalla
Erano battute e deliri di Def Jam
Tutti quei vecchi si lamentano e ci temono
Perché la nostra magia era forte e misteriosa
Abbiamo fatto sul serio con il calo