CHE SCHIFO Lyrics (English Translation) – Shade

[Intro]
Hey… is anyone there?
Hey… what is this?
But—but this— but this is—
What a disgrace.

[Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow, baby, what are you doing?
Weren’t you at the peak of your prime?
I go into Spotify, I steal the AI,
And then, bro, I shit on the carpet.
Ow, ow, ow, baby, what are you doing?
You only find me if you’re looking for hype.
I go into Spotify, I talk with the AI,
It says, “Bro, get yourself a real job.”

[Verse 1]
There are those who do Sanremo seven years in a row,
While I’ve got at least seven years of bad luck on me.
I hate these two-faced people because I take aim,
And I don’t know which of the two I should spit on first.
What a disgrace, the life I live.
Taxes are worse than one of my summer singles.
If you like trash, I am the entire dumpster.
I have nothing against you—I’m not insulting, I’m describing.
Friend, this isn’t hating, this isn’t fake shit.
I have real shit, even if they say, “You’re mainstream.”
Your track streams, but nobody presses play there.
Thank the playlists, or you’d get six streams.
I saw a world without war and different races.
I saw a world where an artist doesn’t pay to get out.
I saw a great podcast, but made by an influencer.
Mh—top three things that never happened.

[Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow, baby, what are you doing?
Weren’t you at the peak of your prime?
I go into Spotify, I steal the AI,
And then, bro, I shit on the carpet.
Ow, ow, ow, baby, what are you doing?
You only find me if you’re looking for hype.
I go into Spotify, I talk with the AI,
It says, “Bro, get yourself a real job.”

[Verse 2]
I put my heart into stories.
If you called me an idiot, you’re right.
I don’t take it personally, your opinion,
But if you wake up with a double date, I have double breakfast.
You know what I think when I see the money you made?
That Wanna Marchi was right.
They upload tracks and the singers don’t exist.
Nice your concerts, but only because you don’t sing.
You’ve never even accidentally seen the crazy life of the hood.
I think you got it wrong—that’s life, Aldo Baglio.
The views of your singles that get on the radio?
Only in a drunk freestyle around San Salvario.
Fuck the shitty rappers who act like street guys.
Allowance envelopes, never seen a paycheck envelope.
I don’t need a record label.
I do everything myself: label, record, graphics.

[Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow, baby, what are you doing?
Weren’t you at the peak of your prime?
I go into Spotify, I steal the AI,
And then, bro, I shit on the carpet.
Ow, ow, ow, baby, what are you doing?
You only find me if you’re looking for hype.
I go into Spotify, I talk with the AI,
It says, “Bro, get yourself a real job.”

[Outro]
Ow, ow, ow, what a disgrace.
Ow, ow, ow, what a disgrace.
Ow, ow, ow, what a disgrace.
Ow, ow, ow, what a disgrace.

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Lyrics Meaning

This song is a chaotic and sardonic critique of the modern music industry, perceived phoniness, and the artist’s own place within a system he views as corrupt and absurd. It’s a mix of self-deprecation, bitter observation, and rebellious pride.

• Industry Critique & Cynicism: The lyrics mock the artificiality of success. He targets artists who benefit from playlists over genuine listeners (“nobody presses play”), pay-for-play schemes (“an artist doesn’t pay to get out”), and inauthentic personas (“shitty rappers who act like street guys”). References to Sanremo (a major Italian music festival) and influencers symbolize a mainstream he sees as manufactured.

• Self-Deprecation as a Badge of Honor: The artist embraces his own struggles and outsider status (“seven years of bad luck,” “I am the entire dumpster”). His self-criticism (“if you called me an idiot, you’re right”) is a weapon against the industry’s pretense. By calling his own life a “disgrace,” he highlights the absurdity of the whole system.

• Symbolism of AI & “Shitting on the Carpet”: The bizarre chorus is a central metaphor. “Stealing the AI” and “shitting on the carpet” represents a crude, vandalistic rebellion against the algorithmic, sanitized nature of modern music (Spotify, AI curation). It’s an act of deliberate, messy sabotage against a system that feels impersonal and hostile. The AI’s retort (“get a real job”) underscores how the industry dismisses genuine, unpolished artistry.

• Authenticity vs. Fabrication: He draws a sharp line between real and fake. He claims “real shit” while dismissing others’ streams as artificial. He boasts of doing everything independently (“label, record, graphics”) as a point of authenticity, contrasting with artists who rely on labels and studio magic (“singers don’t exist”).

• Cultural References as Critique: Italian references like Wanna Marchi (a TV personality involved in a famous scam) and Aldo Baglio (a comedian) are used to accuse others of being frauds or misunderstanding real life. Mentioning San Salvario (a Turin neighborhood) grounds his credibility in a specific, gritty reality versus the fictional “hood” life others portray.

• Overall Tone: The song is a frustrated, hyperactive, and deliberately vulgar rant. It’s the sound of an artist feeling simultaneously superior in his authenticity and cursed by his lack of conventional success, lashing out at an industry he finds ridiculous while ironically participating in it. The repeated “What a disgust” captures his profound disdain for the entire spectacle.