DJ Zeta – Tempi duri

DJ Zeta – Tempi duri Lyrics

Artist: DJ Zeta
Song: Tempi duri

Mi tocca sopravvivere, manco fossi in era post-atomica
Mi sembra di stare dentro una comica, Chaplin già sapeva
Tempi moderni uguale tempi duri, l’equazione viene
Senza contratto o mi ritrovo fuori

Fuori moda, fuori tempo, fuori luogo
Senza più una scusa, forse tra un paio d’anni fuori casa (Eh sì)
“Chi fa da sé fa per tre” dice il detto
Zeta mi viene incontro, col beat autoprodotto (Ah)

Se son schedato vengo in capo al mondo
Se ho quattro lire in tasca ti raggiungo, perché ci tengo (Oh)
Per chi non ci credeva, this is my flava
For all you funk m#th*rf#ck*rs (Ahah, {?})

Non è più tempo di mischiare i gusti
Solo un sapore, per chi vuole ascoltare
Costi quel che costi, mi sono fatto strada con i demo
Adesso scrivo testi che spaccano il culo, seh, tipo Jeru

Vengo pulito per fare bene il mio lavoro
Stai sicuro che colpisco ancora come l’Impero
Tempi duri, nel senso che lo sbatti rende poco
Se prendi il disco d’oro o chi fa la musica per gioco

Cammino solo perché in giro non c’è un’anima
Voglio la pensione sindacale minima
Come un Don Quichotte in lotta con il trash
Datemi Don Vito e DJ Crash che vi sottraggo il cash

Bella Bassi cabarettista, rimango in pista
Bastian Contrario, Furia Solista
Ah, questa va a Zeta e T
Otierre e La Pina, Sangue Misto

Gli amici di Verona, Brescia e Sesto
Ai cafoni de Roma
My man Kaos One
Sottotono, {?} Squad, Next Diffusion, Lyrical Gang

E tutti quelli che si sbattono per sopravvivere e diffondere
Questi sono tempi duri
Questi sono tempi duri
Pigliano male

Pigliano male
Questi sono tempi duri
Questi sono tempi duri
Pigliano male
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Tempi duri Lyrics – English Translation

I have to survive, I missed the post-atomic era
I seem to be inside a comic, Chaplin already knew
Modern times equal hard times, the equation comes
Without contract or I find myself out

Out of style, out of time, out of place
Without an excuse, maybe in a couple of years away from home (eh yes)
“Who does it for themselves for three,” says the saying
Zeta meets me, with self-produced beat (ah)

If I am schedded I come to the world
If I have four lire in your pocket I’ll reach you, because I keep it (oh)
For those who didn’t believe it, this is my flava
For All You Funk m#th*rf#ck*rs (haha, {?})

It is no longer time to mix the tastes
Just a taste, for those who want to listen
Costs what costs, I made myself a way with the demo
Now I write lyrics that break the #ss, Seh, like Jeru

I’m cleaned to do my job well
You are sure that I still hit as the empire
Hard times, in the sense that slam makes little
If you take the gold disk or those who do music for play

I walk just because there is no soul around
I want the minimum union pension
Like a don quichote fighting with trash
Give me don vito and dj crash that I submit the cash

Beautiful cabareptist bass, I remain on the track
Bastian opposed, solo fury
Ah, this goes to Zeta and T
Otierre and the Pina, mixed blood

Friends of Verona, Brescia and Sesto
Ai Cafoni de Roma
My Man Kaos One
Subtone, {?} Squad, Next Diffusion, Lyrical Gang

And all those who are banged to survive and disseminate
These are hard times
These are hard times
Pigliano bad

Pigliano bad
These are hard times
These are hard times
Pigliano bad
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DJ Zeta Lyrics – Tempi duri

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Release Year: 1995