I.L.T.G. [I Love This Game] [English translation]

Do you hear this sound? is it clear or not?

from underground to the top, from play grounds to play off

turn up the volume of the tv, pass me the popcorn, the show is starting

when east and west coast meet

there's a bit of Italy in the U.S.

Four fellow countrymen in NBA fill with pride my own,

still on the parquet, making their sneakers squeak

like tyres during drifting

aiming to the big jump like Blake Griffin

if rhymes are needed, you already know who Sky calls,

always Emis Killa, still Killa, I'm the go-to-guy

the best on the field in MI1, MVP

Big Fish turns up the beat, we're the dream team

it's been a while since I last lost and here everyday is war

I'm a metre above the iron2, but with my feet on the ground3

stalking and trash talking at my back

life is like basketball, it's a question of balls

I don't exist for nobody, today there's NBA [on TV]

I love this game

a parquet, a basket and a ball, just it and I

I love this game

blocking, assist, three-point shoots, fadeaway

I love this game

there's no more time to think, it's time to play

I love this game

Everybody knows that when Killa starts, you can't stop him

the man of the year, I'm in perfect shape like Stephen Curry

rookie like in "he got game", groupies in my bed

obsessing over the Triangle4 like Phil Jackson

when you flirt with her, you miss, "Air Ball"

My mates and I, we smash her like Lebron James

bosses of this scene, like Tony in "Scarface"

I block Rex créme de la créme "all star game"

my country screams "defence", here there's a bad vibe

I want to go away from Italy like Kobe Briant

My generation follows my steps

and shapes themselves after me, white and covered in tattoos like Birdman

here everyday is game-7 and I feel the fatigue

but if I believe in it, not even Dick Bavetta can stop me

dreaming of taking off and never giving up

"I believe I can fly", do you remember Mike?

I don't exist for nobody, today there's NBA [on TV]

I love this game

a parquet, a basket and a ball, just it and I

I love this game

blocking, assist, three-point shoots, fadeaway

I love this game

there's no more time to think, it's time to play

I love this game

Starting from the neighbourhood, you'll talk about us

bad boys like Detroit [Pistons] in the '90s

I hate easy things, our motto is "play hard"

but I write these rhymes blindfold, "lay up"

musically ingenious, "Reimann

while here talents get destroyed like in "Space Jam"

I write so many hits over these beats

that if I were a team, I'd call myself "Miami Heat"

I don't exist for nobody, today there's NBA [on TV]

I love this game

a parquet, a basket and a ball, just it and I

I love this game

blocking, assist, three-point shoots, fadeaway

I love this game

there's no more time to think, it's time to play

I love this game

1. If New York is NY and Los Angeles is LA, Milan is... MI...?2. of the basket3. "essere coi piedi per terra" (to be with your feet on the ground) means to be concrete and humble.4. aside from being a strategy, in italian "the Triangle" is also an euphemism for "pussy"