Text and meaning of Wild baby Of Niky Savage. After revealing the tracklist of his first album Rapperthe artist published the first extract from the album.
The song is the opening song of the album coming on Friday 11 July for Warner Music Italy. A song that not only opens the album, but is the artistic and stylistic manifesto.
Rapperthe first album: tracklist and concept
The album Rapper It consists of 12 tracks and represents the artist's most personal project. A fusion between road and introspection, between roughness and awareness, between the ego of those who have something to say and the vulnerability of those who have learned to get to know each other. All this also told by a communication outside the box: written in the sky above Milan, billboards in the city, emotional and dark trailers.
Here is the complete tracklist:
- Wild baby
- Baaad
- Stupid feat. Artie 5ive
- Money on bags
- Slot feat. Launch
- Cold on the stairs
- Things I can't say feat. Nayt
- Boy in chill feat. Jamil
- Billionaire Boys feat. Artie 5ive, Faneto
- Full of appearance
- Mbappe Hamsik feat. Rhove
- Rapper
A project that alternates weight featuring and moments of complete solitary exposure, in which Niky shows itself in every nuance: from Artie 5ive to Naytfrom Launch to Rhoveup to the collective with Faneto And Jamil.
Niky Savage – Wild baby – meaning of the song
Wild baby It is a clear stance. There are no compromises in the way Niky Savage It presents itself: direct, rough, aware. The track is built with pressing bars that seem to bounce on a wall of anger and determination, restoring all the hunger of an artist who took the scene without asking for permission.
The text is a claim: “This is my moment“He says without turns of words. There is no concession or luck, but only a precise trajectory: that of those who start from scratch and have no intention of going back.
The official video clip of the song is also online. An essential and powerful direction, built on a sequence level that accompanies each punchline, without distractions. Everything revolves around Niky Savage: his face, his voice, his gaze. Few scenic elements, chosen with precision, and the cameo of Jamilalso present in the album in the song Boy in chill.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C95CGQNKGLO
Niky Savage – Wild baby – Text
Raise a little, okay, ah
To make 'this stuff I have too much style
Too much style, Ah
Wait ', I have to say two things
Still useless comments of useless people
Too stupid, they always talk about me
They always have in mind
Have never seen someone like me be the rapper
To make 'this stuff I have too much style
I entered a little hostile way
Without plug, without sympathies
Without Baggy, it is more show than rhyme
Haters Fessi, you need them to take them off
I will do it as long as it is too much and bloom
It becomes viral that choco
Since rappo, I'm no longer orphan
I do the stuff I think and I liked
And it worked apparently
And if you cry because you want the bars
Dried because I am capable
I will go up as Icaro, but with the frozen wings
Do you think they touch me what they say, they are all bullshit
Open the ears, dad
To be Niky it takes courage
Average finger to those who do not understand the journey
Without rapping I would become crazy
I would end up with Samara in the well
If there was no stuff, I climbed over
Wild baby, Achille Lauro in headphones
In the evening with the bitterness in the mouth
For a slut that I don't know why I loved
One like this when fuck did you see it? In the movies, Bro
They speak badly for texts and stamp while I certify
With 'is shit now in my house I filled the fridge
The next disc is already done and finished and is even more cool
People hate me, I don't waste time
So if you see me, I lower my chin
You are jealous because your woman
He wants me to push him inside
If I told me, I'm Jamil, if I told me, I'm already there
The worst of rivals, killer like Chucky
I touch me, we are in one hundred two hundred three hundred
Who turn you off and become a skull
I'm straightforward, I'll explain the concept
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
They are the k that I keep on the chest
It is not Ferraglia, I'm not a decepticon
You are slow, you look like snails
The glass trembles, call me Schumacher
Know that if you think of crushing
I'm ready, I'm doing the bagher
You are fake, you are Soft Air, on R6 I'm Ash Main
Step Back, now it's my moment
I'm not mistaken like Lebron James
What the fuck of wild.
