Mu’ Ammar Gheddafi Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full Mu’ Ammar Gheddafi (English Translation) lyrics by Kid Yugi from the album Anche gli Eroi Muoiono along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kid Yugi’s music, you can also explore Davide e Golia and Amelie, two other songs by Kid Yugi.

[Intro]
F.T.

[Verse 1: Simba La Rue]
They look at me like I’m a Hummer
If they catch you out there in the street, know I’m the one who sent ’em (Pah, pah)
Young Black Panther
No girlfriend, I don’t keep a partner (Nah)
Locked inside the apartment
Toxic air, close your eyelids halfway
Old Alcatel with buttons, no signal, no bars
Clients gotta wait, gotta sit in the stress
Every day on the block, we work like we’re possessed
Si–Simba, real bandit, loose white denim
We pushed a little product, sometimes played the thieves
You ready? Then brace yourself
Ready to take twenty years, rest in peace Gheddafi
Stitching up my scars, fi-fi-finish in the trunk
No friends and no phones, my business is different
(My business is different)

[Chorus: Kid Yugi & Simba La Rue]
Blood, blood, blood on my hands
Colonel Mu’ammar Gheddafi
They taking satellite pictures of us
I’m on a trip, but this ain’t a safari (No, no)
They bug the rooms, yeah, they wiretap sounds
You sin, then you hug your ancestors now
I’m pushing, two hundred on the dash
All this power? I didn’t get it for free

[Verse 2: Kid Yugi]
This is my place, I won’t move like Rosa Parks
I come from the dirt, yeah, I rose from the swamp
Wh-Wh-When I pull too hard, I hide like Anne Frank
Only thought about money, Donald Trump in my thoughts
Anti-America, Mu’ammar

Fidel Castro, total disaster
Liquor in rivers, girls on rotation
Twenty-three stabs, beware the Ides of March
When I see violence, I reach a climax
Golden pistol, Gheddafi
Down in Puglia with more Kalashnikovs than Stalin—take cover
Bath salts, I cannibalize rivals
Fu*k every wh*re, drink a hundred bitters
Country boy, eating offal
Micro-dots, I see fractals, portals opening
A hundred cops on my friends, tryna haul ’em in
Coke addict and legend—Marco Pantani

[Chorus: Kid Yugi & Simba La Rue]
Blood, blood, blood on my hands
Colonel Mu’ammar Gheddafi
They taking satellite pictures of us
I’m on a trip, but this ain’t a safari (No, no)
They bug the rooms, yeah, they wiretap sounds
You sin, then you hug your ancestors now
I’m pushing, two hundred on the dash
All this power? I didn’t get it for free

[Chorus: Kid Yugi & Simba La Rue]
Blood, blood, blood on my hands
Colonel Mu’ammar Gheddafi
They taking satellite pictures of us
I’m on a trip, but this ain’t a safari (No, no)
They bug the rooms, yeah, they wiretap sounds
You sin, then you hug your ancestors now
I’m pushing, two hundred on the dash
All this power? I didn’t get it for free