La Violenza Necessaria Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full La Violenza Necessaria (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 Jolly and Gilgamesh, two other songs by Kid Yugi.

[Intro: Kid Yugi]
Gyeah, gyeah
Ah, ah (Ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus: Kid Yugi]
We run the bratva, straight outta Baghdad
Sippin’ guaraná, goods shipped from Rabat
Cazal shades on, blastin’ Bataclan
Ridin’ in a Macan, rollin’ with the malade
Pineapple juice, dealin’ baccarat
Cash, alakazam, shrimp and champagne
Shiftin’ funds to Panama, chillin’ back
B0mbs goin’ off, watch the city burn

[Verse 1: Kid Yugi]
Wanted to hack, code up spyware tight
If rap fails, we’ll jack some copper at night
Step into the game, make it feel like a racket
Pink powders, makin’ Homo sapiens backtrack it
Sold more Xanax than Pfizer ever could
Been high since a kid, at thirty I’ll forget for good
This pan’s a geyser, gold stackin’ like a kaiser
Bloodthirsty crew, put your fighter on the sidelines
My girl’s bi like Tyler, no lies
My boy pays a kilo with twenty cards
Clients cashin’ checks, hittin’ moms real hard
You’ve seen the sweet of life, I’ve seen its scars
Bury me with Cubans, don’t spare the cigars
Even Jesus didn’t love hoes this hard
Hardcore rap, no ambient vibes
After my verse, you feel the “amen” arrive

[Chorus: Kid Yugi & Shiva]
We run the bratva, straight outta Baghdad
Sippin’ guaraná, goods shipped from Rabat
Cazal shades on, blastin’ Bataclan
Ridin’ in a Macan, rollin’ with the malade

Pineapple juice, dealin’ baccarat
Cash, alakazam, shrimp and champagne
Shiftin’ funds to Panama, chillin’ back
B0mbs goin’ off, watch the city burn (Yeah, let’s go)

[Verse 2: Shiva]
My b!tch from Moscow, her stare will freeze ya (Tu-tu-tu)
Hit an opp, they scream like Diss Gacha (Ah-ah)
Even heroes die, this ain’t a threat (Ah)
Ready to bring all the violence we get (Milano)
More charges hangin’ than my chain blingin’
They won’t even let me on flights, no kidding (Let’s go)
Banned in Switzerland, and other nearby listings (Pow, pow)
Buying up spots in the Jewish blocks, persistent (Pow, pow)
I rock Patek Philippe (Ah), never Philipp Plein
Every man would want my stick, super gay lean (Right)
Full of iron hidden in my coat unseen (Right)
Look like R2-D2 or C1-P8 on the scene
Post stories, you don’t know where I’ve been
Don’t know where I sleep, don’t know where I’ve been (Brr, brr)
Crossed more lines, walk like a dead man
Rap game on alert, I’m wakin’ from the slumber (Milano)

[Interlude]
And suddenly I realized, thinkin’ is for fools

[Chorus: Kid Yugi]
We run the bratva, straight outta Baghdad
Sippin’ guaraná, goods shipped from Rabat
Cazal shades on, blastin’ Bataclan
Ridin’ in a Macan, rollin’ with the malade
Pineapple juice, dealin’ baccarat
Cash, alakazam, shrimp and champagne
Shiftin’ funds to Panama, chillin’ back
B0mbs goin’ off, watch the city burn