Jedi Master Danno (Red Bull 64 Bars) Lyrics (English Translation)

[Intro]
Sia
Red Bull 64 for Bars
Jedi Master Danno
Dj Craim
(Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
I’m out of your league, beyond your competition.
I don’t know anyone, can’t even recall a name.
I don’t listen to anyone, not even the neighborhood’s best.
Shut up I’m punching another hole in my champion’s belt.

Jake La Motta, great actor, clownish comedian.
Joke for joke, your graffiti’s a white-on-white lie.
I drink with my head bowed on the bar ’til I lose my diction.
But first, I’m throwing a curse right on your head.
Forget your name. Forget respect.
I lob rhymes that land straight in the dumpster.
‘Cause everything’s going to hell I’ve said it again and again.

And now, with this ghost-face pallor,
You can mistake me for a genius or a fool. Send the drones.
Give me a villain’s mask; I’m not with the good guys.
Give me two Jordans and a hat, give me a cape.
Put a beat on me, call Oldboy, and hand me a hammer.
I ruin everything at the peak party pooper plus.
I subvert the order; I got El-P where you got Nas.

Unorthodox I’ll eat you and not even spit out the bone.
MC colossus, on stage against your mastiff.
Red dot laser sight, center of my forehead.
Circle of the damned I’ll be your Charon.
I leave craters in the ground like footprints,
Carrying all the weight I feel inside, a mastodon.

I’ve got rhymes that hit like stabs,
Tons in my chest. I’ll wait for you at the end of summer.
Let’s see what you say, let’s see what you do.
Yeah, I’ll wait for you at the end of summer.

And I flip rusty bars against your polished gold.
I hide sharp scimitars behind my smile.
Sid Vicious is back on the block, on the barricades.
In this installment, I’m still making my way with a hook.
You count; I’m waiting for the time for my lookout.
I’ve got a flow that infects me, but I keep it locked in my bedroom.
It’s unfortunate you have no idea what’s waiting for you.
Rhymes in rapid succession, Crimeapple, machine-gun rap.

[Interlude]
And now Tony sings…
This hard life is nothing, so Tony sings.
If it’s just paper, sing.
I bring my tired face,
Away from these enchanters.

[Verse 2]
But I give you the flowers, and I keep the thorns.
And I grind the stage like Tony Alva grinds swimming pools.
Alpha B-Boy with the four disciplines.
And now the first one is where I kill you all with rhymes.

Everyone’s silent now that the world is fed to the wolves.
I wake up zombies on the beat like Fela Kuti.
And like Primo, I’m the numba one.
On the beat, I bring drama even without the drums, yeah.

Extinct poet, look for me in limbo.
Call me “Kill Bozo,” now I box like Kimbo.
King Timbo, I’m going down like a b0mb in your eardrum.
Now go tell that to the idiots who push you
That among all these rappers, all these trappers,
There’s only one master; all the others are puppets.
I’m putting an end to your Muppet Show.
I’m on Colle der Fomento, and I’m doing Karashò, eo!

You all want a sheriff, a new Judge Dredd.
For me, it’s fuck Rambo and fuck Tex too.
No sweets that’s why I’m cracking another Becks.
Kurtis Blow, double copy, I’m cutting the brakes again.

Here, kids are playing gangs with knives,
Noose around their necks, big jewels hanging.
Fascist dabs in Fred Perrys
I raise the middle finger, then blast Lee “Scratch” Perry in my headphones.