Bullet Ballet Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full Bullet Ballet (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]
She ain’t scared that moving like this
Might make someone doubt her honesty?
I don’t buy in honesty, nah, I just roll with bad intent

[Verse 1: Kid Yugi]
At thirteen, I drank more vodka than a Gopnik
Pop the keta in my thigh, like a month of CrossFit
Ain’t pretty but I charm ‘em, lie and drop love b0mbs
Massafra feels like Edinburgh in Trainspotting (Oh)
Mess up your haircut? Don’t sweat it, hair grows back
Mess up mine? Ain’t coming back from that track (No, no)
Kid me was a cub scout
Now my boy shoots up ‘cause lines don’t hit him no more
The block I come from feels like Skyrim
But I text my ex just to gaslight her
I say, “All hands on deck,” then go stage diving
I’ll stab in the back anyone tryin’ to stop me
Smith & Wesson 29 like Inspector Callahan
The drügs hit, yeah, give me that (Mine)
I wasn’t born, I leaked outta a bleeding black hole (No)
Got stuff that rips soul from body
Can’t focus even if I swallow Adderall
Got a wicked smile like a greedy amphora
Butterfly knife cuts like Sandokan’s kris
When I taste her, feel like Count Dracula
I’m the real messiah, Lisan al’Gaib
Step in the rap game, dotting every I
April theses, this ain’t no CD (Yeah)
We hit your women, pour lean in your face
Pier Paolo Pasolini didn’t die a hero
I only talk shootouts, Coen brothers style
Cure hangovers with aloe sauce
Don’t fear competition, they all got authors
Pure electricity, Schumann resonance
I ain’t featherweight, I’m a Yokozuna (Ah)
My d!ck’s a scepter, my queen holds it tight (Ah)
Rappers get abused when they land in Puglia

[Chorus: Artie 5ive & Kid Yugi]
Flow’s heavy, like an elephant
Twenty minutes sliding, car’s in a jam
My ride’s a Panzer, bu-bu-bullet ballet
Steppin’ out in slippers, drink like Gallagher
Behind me only ugly faces
We wanna get paid in cash
Rock the mullet, roll blunts
Take girls to bed, rock baggy tees (5ive)

[Post-Chorus: Artie 5ive & Kid Yugi]
Talk like a snitch, ah (A snitch)
V8 rumbles like a tractor, uh (A tractor)
Cruisin’ Milan at night, pow (Night ride, baby)
Feel their heat, ah (Sciamn)

[Verse 2: Artie 5ive]
Bandana red, stays this color (Yeah)
Girls in the Range Rover, mess up my sweater
I ain’t like the rest, ain’t lookin’ for redemption (Nah)
Don’t fake it, don’t watch TV
On a mission for my crew
For my block, for my platoon (Grrh)
You messed up, they call a meeting (5ive)
Mics live, speak low (Pow, pow, pow)
Twenty-one I was broke, twenty-three signed with Warner
Twenty-four a boss, never had the author
‘Cause I’m the author, the father of a generation
To me, you seem authority, son of the chief (Eh?)
Never had a top liner, check for spoilers (Neh)
Don’t fear competition, they all got paranoia (Uah)
Assault rifles, fear extinction
My s*it’s already legend, Sergio Leone auteur flick (Brrrah)
Do it again, you look like a fountain (Ah, eheheh)
Seven times, sees God the eighth (Paw, paw, 5ive)
Says, “Enough, I’m tired,” won’t take a cab (Nah, nah)
Ah, she don’t wanna go home (No)
Wants me to show my weapons, where the ganja’s stashed
Says her ex sold coke, caught ‘em at the block (Mine)
I love girls of every race, collectin’ cards (Ah)
She’s Nubian, rare to see one in Italy (5ive)

[Chorus: Artie 5ive & Kid Yugi]
Flow’s heavy, like an elephant
Twenty minutes sliding, car’s in a jam
My ride’s a Panzer, bu-bu-bullet ballet
Steppin’ out in slippers, drink like Gallagher
Behind me only ugly faces
We wanna get paid in cash
Rock the mullet, roll blunts
Take girls to bed, rock baggy tees