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Juice - (Hiphopium Vol.1, 2002) - Muzej



Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!

Posveti rime, dah, intime,
ekstremne veshtine,
sjaj sa tamne polovine punog meseca,Krushevca,
Od Bagdale do Beograda ista pricha, isto sranje,
foliranje, nerviranje, smaranje, prezivljavanje
Hip-hopa pedstavljanje, otvori um,
za Hiphopium, za narod kao opijum,
Extreme i Juce za milenium,
Novi vrhovni kriterium
za buduce generacije, nacije, rep-frakcije,
nema vishe stagnacije,
mikrofon i dva gramofona
stil sa vrelog betona
su tajni tokovi, bolna veza u zivotima miliona
Srbija, prejaka rech ubija,
jel nije srpski cutati,
nije lako opstati,
a treba chovek postati
to iskustvo ce koshtati uvek
Ilegala, socijala, iluzija nije stala,
u ruci ovaj komad metala,
s´mikrofonom il bez njega, jednom se zivi,
i moji dani su nekad sivi nekad sjajni,
putajni, glavni za cilj krajni,
zato instrumental daj mi
da opishem dane tuge, srece,
tuge sve te tuge,
priche sa zivotne pruge.
K´o u muzeju eksponati,
chuvace se moje rime vechno,
k´o dasu dijamanti.
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Moje rime klize,
reperi na moje rechi shize,
nema heroinske krize,
paralize, hipofize,
Novi geto hit Muzej,
Ajmo gore ruke,
Za sve koji nisu sad sa nama,
Ritam pun vokala.
Jedan zivotni stil: Grafiti, brejkeri,
shiroke pantalone,
uz Dj-eve ja kidam mikrofone,
i svi fensi likovi neka mi se sklone.
Mene podigla je ulica,
Sudi bozija sudnica.
Na keju reke Save,
na betonu lezim pijan, naduvan od trave,
slike ne izlaze iz glave,
vishe nemam ljubavi za cave,
samo za drugove prave,
Shta imam sutra od slave?
Jebesh slavu, dajte pare
alkohol u krvi juri
svaki dan po tekst iscuri.
Za one shto kapiraju,
nikad´ne provociraju.
I sad me chuj, vidi i upamti
Juice, dozivotno MC
Hiphopium Bebe,
Muzej,
Muzej,
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Muzej,
Muzej,
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Muzej!!!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Hip hop je vechan!!!


www.svastara.com
 
Bad Copy - (Sve sami hedovi, 2003) - Uloguj se



Palim pajp iz inata svim vunama sa chata, jer prskaju i loze se na rime od Hrvata

Lozim se i ja, al' na hrvatice sochne, znam da su one za oplodnju uvek tochne

Razmishljam u nedogled, vec mi sprava peta, drugari se sad konektuju, vare preko neta

Svako na svom kompu ima digitalnu spravu, palimo je laserom i kacige na glavu

Iz monitora kulja pravi virtuelni dim, preko malog mikrofona trazim novi cim

[Evo, probaj ovu] kaze haker iz Holandije, digitalna buksna vec na ekranu je

Specijalno crevo na monitor lepim, jer ova je Holandjanka da se bolje klepim

Internet sate troshim sa stilom, na net se prikljuchio Turchin sa nargilom

[Merhaba, merhaba] … ne razumem, bre! Al' prvi put sam vario 3D hedove

Kasnije se konektov'o Jamajkanac crnja, od njega sam grebov'o crni shit i vunja

Jer na hardu mi je ostalo hedovina trunja - shut down my computer i odlazim da kunjam!



Refren:

Uloguj se - resetuj se / Uloguj se - resetuj se

Uloguj se - resetuj se / Uloguj se - resetuj se breee



[SkyWikler]

Izmishljaju kazne za moj internet brauzer, browser, tri sata bez frke maznem

Pitaju me shta te je bre spopadalo, opsedalo, download-ovao si hedova sto

Policija ne bi bila policija da ne tura flaute, tu gde ne treba, uskachu preko reda

Mozda misle da moze da se dobije kreda, hedovinu preko neta niko dzaba ne da

E, da, pazi se da ne provale adresu. Kesu shtekaj, chekaj jer ovako gledaju

Ne znaju gde su, a meni muka je od albaneze, vuspra stila i u sreci i u besu

Daj papire da zivce smire, kada bledi wallpaper onda sedi, odmori

Jer chat-room je full, link blinkuje, s tim, svim tripuje dim chim upalim plin

Svi su haj, hepi, cela planeta, nije moguce, sve preko penta granja cveta

Naruchim taj stih, zero-zero masazu, chim se zakachim u etar svi to odma' kazu

[Evo ga, evo ga Vikler skaj, baca, przi rime kao vatru zmaj

I nema rime koju nema taj, i nema rime koja nema kraj]

Sad znaj, momenat taj, vid'o sam, iz Windowsa przi vatra, chuo sam

Panika, sprzila me botanika, digitalno preko moga servera, pretera

Ali istina je ziva, www-tachka-sativa, puna pluca, cela kuca kriva

Yellow-Cab, Early-Girl, a bogami i Shiva



[Timbe]

Konekshn za sajber i haj, kombinacija naj, na netu ceo je kraj

Shirom sveta se zna i posete su masovne

I poruke glasovne, kabezi, daj nam pass-ove

Na mrezhi troshim chasove, al' sam na loshoj centrali

I bed sektori na hardu, kolichina uvek fali

I shatovi kasne, negde na pola su stali

Pa kad prsne mi komp, ja kazhem [brate batali]

Diskonekt, ma jeb'o ja net, keep it real, brate, u dzepu shushka mi ket

Ne jedan, vec pet, k'o kingsi pravim preokret

How High - da iskuliram, ja sednem na chat

I svuda kuda idem, neko ima laptop

Za mrezhno varenje klub, svako zaboden uz komp

'Zla josh uvek u shteku, na lidu veliko - stop

Za kofishop oruzhje rima hiphop!
 
Juice - (Hiphopium Vol.1, 2002) - Ludara



Pitas ko je
niko drugi nego juice
u klub da prodje bez mene da napusti sve zene
bela krv ide kroz vene
ova stvar kada krene
vidim vec si za sankom uzmi jednu i za mene
cista votka
od mene dobices juice
nova stotka
mala mesaj guz
e dj baci neki break
ruke gore da vidim ko je fejk aaaaaaaa
juce mnogi su pricali da ovom im je lose sada kradu kes kolica
fura svaki novi porse bmw i benz
i sve ribice su dosle
da ih mazim i pazim
po kosi spijem kao .....
album surovo je kren'o za rap
godine su dosle
steta sto u srbiji nemaju platinaste ploce
jer da ih ima
svi bi hteli za sebe
uzimali bi od mene
zato brate ko ih ****!!!
*****refren*****
ako nije jos na grani stici ce i do tebe
prepoznajes po basovima
ribe se ko muve lepe
mnogo su lepe
ove godine
ulozile su puno kesa na se
ko je skim zna se
samo voli game rase
malo right po hodu
imam pricu ludu
ili walk po parku
uhvati cu te za cavku
neke ckeme prozivaju
dok sunjam se po gradu
najlakse je da se okrenem i drmnem ih po gradu!
nekad se ponasam ko mentol
ali volim tu travku
nana kuva caj od toga
kaze to je laka droga
freestyle-a,kajla
oci siris ko sova svidja mi se rima ova
ako ti se ne djasvi
capu mi saspi
vatrica me lozi
samo pocni da prasim
mala mesaj guz
stigao je juice
nocas provesces se ludo
sto je brzo to je kuso
zato daj mi slowmotion
kao djole i sladja

pazi mislim na te
sta se foliras
samo bi da camte
mojne
da se opires
manje ce da te boli
ova pesma je jedna
od onih koje moras da volis
 
Lumidee - Never Leave You

Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh,

Honestly
If a I tell, tell you what,
What you want to know love
There ain't another,
Don't want no other lover
I put nothing above ya.
I kick them to the gutter.
You try to shake me but wound up loving me crazy now

Look at us lately and tell them who's your lady
I'd never thought you'd be the one,
Make me shine brighter than the sun
There ain't no ups and downs,
No in and out to here right now.

If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave you

Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh

Now all your loving that
We're happy it's a fact
Can't nothing hold us back.
We got this in the bag
There ain't no maybe
No questions ,love you daily now

Look at us lately and tell them who's your lady
I'd never thought you'd be the one,
Make me shine brighter than the sun
There ain't no ups and downs,
No in and out to here right now.

If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave you
 
Underdog Project - Summer jam `2001

This ain't nothing but a summer jam
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa!
This ain't nothing but a summer jam
We're gonna party as much as we can
Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah
Summer jam alright
Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah

Tonight hotties wearing "Prada"-skirts
Real tight temperature is rising
Feelin' real hot in the heat of the night
Midnight the party won't stop
Until the morning light
I'm scopin' out the hotties with the light eyes
Be with me tonight

Can't get you outta my mind
I can't lie
Cause a girl like you is so hard to find
I'm waiting for the day to make you mine
Cause I can't take it

This ain't nothing but a summer jam
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa!
This ain't nothing but a summer jam
We're gonna party as much as we can
Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah
Summer jam alright
Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah

Moonlight cruisin' down the boulevard
Strobe lights watching you your body's tight
Alright looking kinda freaky to me
Can't get you out of my mind
I can't lie
Cause a girl like you is so hard to find
I'm waiting for the day to make you mine
Cause I can't take it

This ain't nothing but a summer jam
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa
This ain't nothing but a summer jam
We're gonna party as much as we can
Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah
Summer jam alright
Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah

This ain't nothing but a summer jam
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa
This ain't nothing but a summer jam
We're gonna party as much as we can

This ain't nothing but a summer jam
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa
This ain't nothing but a summer jam
We're gonna party as much as we can
Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah
Summer jam alright
Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah
Summer jam alright
 
CYPRESS HILL - can`t get the best of me

[sen dog]
Hell nah, you can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin emcees in their tracks i stop em
My rhyme style make em turn dropper
My concepts come sick like dennis hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like i said before i'm takin you lane of whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin
And when you test me you better bring styles
Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles

[chorus]
[b-real & sen dog]
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)

[b-real]
Five roll with the weakest
What you need is, the chrome plated heater
So you can peep this, tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in
Sad to see you broken down, not at least broken in
Can't stop some hill shit from comin through
The reality is out with the old, and with the new
Ways and things change, with strange haids of braids shade
Switch place life and life plays with thumb pay
Does and un-trues, the mule leaves no clues
In the dark confused, we choose to eat you
Out the whole stroke away so i can listener
We don't stop if you can, **** commissioner

[chorus]
[b-real & sen dog]
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)

[sen dog]
Nigga get up on a rhymin apparatus
Takin out crews who think they are baddest
Mad dog sen for real is the maddest
**** you punk and your a&r status
I stay in a zone though i'm never alone
B-real got my back checkin at your dome
So when it comes down to who's (spanish)
I'm down for the pound and slangin the (spanish)
(spanish) i break (spanish)
Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show
Remove that sucker and that wack-ass shit
Cause every time i see he's actin like a bitch
So let's get it straight i smoke the competition
Breakin down fools in my motherfuckin mission
One by one they'll all come out missin
You can't **** with this here kid i ain't bitchin

[chorus]
[b-real & sen dog]
(you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't, hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
 
CYPRESS HILL - Rap superstar

(eminem speaking)
Most people don't see how much work is really involved in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until i was actually bit
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your jile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what i'm sayin
No matter what u just been through

(b-real)
So you wanna be a rap superstar in the benz
And live large a big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(b-real)
I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
To rock crowds make money
Chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears and losin some of your peers
And losin some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shits deep
48 tracks
Studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will
Till he crosses over still
Feelin no hate
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Trapped in what you rappin about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No women
And everyone shits on your name

(chorus)
So you wanna be a rap superstar in the benz
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(noreaga speaking)
When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
Cuz the minute you fall off
They'll find another noreaga
And they'll find another capone-n-noreaga
And they'll find another b-real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up
Do what you gotta do while your hot
And mafuckin get out the game
Stick to the drug game
And the drug game is even worse
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot em and kill me
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

(eminem speaking)
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything gotta be all good
When you see someone slap hands with em
You know what i'm sayin give em a pound
Or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

(chorus)

(b-real)
My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonley
But i thank god i'm wit my homies
But sometimes i wish i was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame
Started gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil
 
Ludacris - Act A Fool

[Intro]
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

[Chorus]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 1]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE **** AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

[Chorus]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus]
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 3]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Outro]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
 
Juice - (Hiphopium Vol.1, 2002) - Muzej



Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!

Posveti rime, dah, intime,
ekstremne veshtine,
sjaj sa tamne polovine punog meseca,Krushevca,
Od Bagdale do Beograda ista pricha, isto sranje,
foliranje, nerviranje, smaranje, prezivljavanje
Hip-hopa pedstavljanje, otvori um,
za Hiphopium, za narod kao opijum,
Extreme i Juce za milenium,
Novi vrhovni kriterium
za buduce generacije, nacije, rep-frakcije,
nema vishe stagnacije,
mikrofon i dva gramofona
stil sa vrelog betona
su tajni tokovi, bolna veza u zivotima miliona
Srbija, prejaka rech ubija,
jel nije srpski cutati,
nije lako opstati,
a treba chovek postati
to iskustvo ce koshtati uvek
Ilegala, socijala, iluzija nije stala,
u ruci ovaj komad metala,
s´mikrofonom il bez njega, jednom se zivi,
i moji dani su nekad sivi nekad sjajni,
putajni, glavni za cilj krajni,
zato instrumental daj mi
da opishem dane tuge, srece,
tuge sve te tuge,
priche sa zivotne pruge.
K´o u muzeju eksponati,
chuvace se moje rime vechno,
k´o dasu dijamanti.
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Moje rime klize,
reperi na moje rechi shize,
nema heroinske krize,
paralize, hipofize,
Novi geto hit Muzej,
Ajmo gore ruke,
Za sve koji nisu sad sa nama,
Ritam pun vokala.
Jedan zivotni stil: Grafiti, brejkeri,
shiroke pantalone,
uz Dj-eve ja kidam mikrofone,
i svi fensi likovi neka mi se sklone.
Mene podigla je ulica,
Sudi bozija sudnica.
Na keju reke Save,
na betonu lezim pijan, naduvan od trave,
slike ne izlaze iz glave,
vishe nemam ljubavi za cave,
samo za drugove prave,
Shta imam sutra od slave?
Jebesh slavu, dajte pare
alkohol u krvi juri
svaki dan po tekst iscuri.
Za one shto kapiraju,
nikad´ne provociraju.
I sad me chuj, vidi i upamti
Juice, dozivotno MC
Hiphopium Bebe,
Muzej,
Muzej,
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Muzej,
Muzej,
Kako bi ti bilo bez zivota,
tako bi nama bili bez hip-hop-a,
narkomaniji bez dopa!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Muzej!!!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
Hip hop je vechan!!!
 
Juice - (Hiphopium Vol.1, 2002) - Dozivotno MC



...aj daj taj mikrofon bre ovamo...mrsh odavde...Mr.Juce...hiphopijum love...

Ya...Hip-hop po krvi plovi
dani novi
Juce fanove lovi zidove boji
i shta je sve podrebno
da bi svatio moci
hladne noci
kad ce adrenalin kroz telo proci
najezen sam skroz
shine shkripe
jebeni oz
kad kompozicija vagona chini voz
moje rime su dublje nego pichka Cicoline
zatoo nepokushavaj da me skinesh sa bine aaaa
raspolazem gomilom rechi
rimujem jer hip-hop mi je oood svega prechi
sve shto kazem nikad necu poreci
zato se u ritmu kreci
jer Juce je srpski crnja bledji
nego mladi sir
ufuravam te u svoj vir
daj malo lishca i papir kapish(uffff)
jednog dana cesh da svatish
shto mi tishina i praznina ne da mira
dok ritam pumpa klavir svira
a ulice i dalje gledaju sve i svashta
ovo vishe nije mashta
suvishe korenja hip-hop bashta
dozivotno MC
dozivotno putnik kroz svet
moj svet
i slushaj me aaa

refren.
Dozivotno MC na bilo koji nachin u bilo kom smislu
dozivotno MC
Dozivotno MC na bilo koji nachin u bilo kom smislu
dozivotno MC

2.strofa
Dok danju punim se snagom
nocu se praznim
pa pa ujutru svuda kasnim
jer sam izrimovan sasvim
kratko i jasno
ponekad mistichno
i tome slichno
to je za mene karakteristichno
ako me znash
dok ostali MC-jevi svoju veshtinu usavrshavaju
lepotice na moje rime svrshavaju
zapocheto uvek zavrshavaju
i s`amnom u mislima slatko spavaju
i dok pratim navalu
opet dizu mi avalu
usne su im tako meke
i kad barim seke,kazem:
ja nisam fensi ja sam MC
i sada um ti prshti ko shampanjac iz flajke
peni koshto moje rime jebu majke
dok drugi prichaju ti bajke
kako sinoc na bini
rimama su prashili
a posle mene suzama su vatre stage gasili
aplauzima me 10 minuta pratili i kad sam sisho svi se svatili
da su kartu platili
al bole me jer sam:

Dozivotno MC na bilo koji nachin u bilo kom smislu
Dozivotno MC(4x)

3.strofa
Yo yo...inspiraciju skupljam sa svih strana
svakog trena rushim blokade
i non stop gledam shta drugi rade
zakljuchak
gomila degena u ovom gradu
....ferminiziranom smradu
crknite rima paradu izvodim
za one koje su josh uvek ok-ej
ja sam hiphop dzokej
pomeram se ko paka igrach hokej
odem na kej u 45-ti
ako neko hoce da se sveti
zvacu Blazu,mishicasti panovica,putnika,bojevica i drzu
i emsijevi strazu,lazu iako nema opravdanja za ono shto kazu
lice zakona
me izvelo na suuud
kazu da ne bi trebo da pricham to shto pricham i da sam luuud
porota me gleda koliko nevernog psihichkog stanja
jasno su mi dali do znanja
da nemam pomilovanja
moji proti su hteli kauciju da mi plate
unajmili najjskuplje advokate
ALI DZABE SAD ROBIJAM...

Refren...
 
2PAC - Still Ballin
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Straight motherfuckin ballin
Part two, still ballin
Westside

2Pac:
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder by
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin

Chorus dominated by Trick Daddy:
Still ballin, until I die
You can bring your crew motherfucker
I be ballin, they wonder why
(You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers still)

Trick Daddy:
Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin)
But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don't be playin
With clientele, any rhyme sales
Question is, will you ****-niggaz ride for real, huh?
Bitch nigga this is G rated
Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em THUG LIFE was the reason for this
And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit
I'm still ballin

2Pac:
Still ballin, 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin

2Pac:
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause {Trick} don't give a ****, where you coward niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

2Pac: 'Til the day I die
Trick Daddy: THUG LIFE!
2Pac: Still ballin.. motherfuckers still ballin
2Pac: Straight motherfuckin ballin
 
D12 -DevilsNight

[eminem]
I make music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like devil worshippin satan music
So say your prayers, your hail mary's and jesuses
Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt cobain music - students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it
What's your name?

[swifty mcvay]
Judas
Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this
I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand
How i'm all up in you niggaz tv's like carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically i'm supposed to strike
Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) i want his wife
I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat those
You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong

[chorus: eminem]
It's devils night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's devils night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause i came back to rule this time!
It's devils night - cause i came back to take what's mine!
Yes it's devils night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's devils night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause i came back to rule this time!
It's devils night - cause i came back to take what's mine!

[kon artis]
It's like i'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
The mind of rapist, denaun never changes
Beat up strangers without a reason, i'm a anus
Walk the street in a "beat it" jacket with a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit i put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied it's ornery
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie

[kuniva]
Yo, i can concoct the nine slot, plus i run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the **** do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain that bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin ganja greens
This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the streets of the d
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet

[chorus]

[bizarre]
Stop takin drugs!! i'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron
And if i die, it won't be because i got shot
It'll be because i tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin drugs is cool, that's why i buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em
Ten years is what i'm facin
Police breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
Beaten 'til i'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn
So what if it burns, bitch when i stick it in
No medication, i'm out of perkasets
I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet

[chorus]

[eminem]
It's devils night!
 
Xzibit - Paparazzi
intro

1996, the disfunctional member of the alkohaliks family
It's xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this

Verse one

Sometimes i wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
With million dollar lifestyle
And i can feel it as a child growin' up
The niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as ****
That's why xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, i can tell when i look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
It's not affecting me or the niggaz that i'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to **** with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Always claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
Like dat

Chorus:

It's a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Extra large (extra large)
It's a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi (2x)

Verse two

See i don't need no lights no cameras
Just action god dammit
Never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And niggaz you spent it on, would not give a ****
Now that's deep, how deep, it's deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
So how the **** is you hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
I'm pulling that card and sayin gin muthafuckar
Flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar
I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the west
Puttin whole counties to the test
It's all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the paparazzi

Chorus

Verse three

Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
But i just play the back
Others going through schemes and pipe dreams
For a contract
Real tightly rolled, **** 'em all how i feel
I made a cool half mil
Before i had a record deal
There for you look and stare like it's magic
But too much of anything can make you an addict
When devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, i spread hate, then i vacate, but wait
Who dare to cross this path
Yo, how do ya like math
Cut with glass, make a blood bath
So on behalf of all niggaz i get drunk with
Smokin blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
Keep it all in perspective
Carbon copies gettin caught up in the paparazzi

Once again, it
 
2PAC - changes

pussy pussy suck 50 cents **** who killed 2 pac manCome on come on i see no changes wake up in the morning and i ask myself
Is life worth living should i blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse i'm black
My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what huey said
2 shots in the dark now huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and that's the way it is

[bridge w/ changing ad libs]

Come on come on that's just the way it is things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is aww yeah
[repeat]

I see no changes all i see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under i wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent we ain't ready, to see a black president, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"i made a g today" but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kid. " i gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[bridge]
[talking:]

We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.
And still i see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the middle east
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And i ain't never did a crime i ain't have to do
But now i'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush i bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as i stay black i gotta stay strapped & i never get to lay back
'cause i always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck that i roughed up way back comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

[bridge 'til fade]
 
PUBLIC ENEMY - Give It Up

Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man - isbell - thomas

[flavor flav vocals in these brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in these brackets}

Intro: chuck d, flavor flav

Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight {i'm aight}
I be better - get some of that bass
{word, give it up} aight, yeah

[rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuffattackin brain's a rackin
Clock tockin chuck shockin
Flavor flav ain't never shavin]

(one, two, three four)

Verse one: chuck d

It's another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level
It's who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts [**** the fourty ounce]
I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 cause i never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up
Some ain't gonna change, i got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so i'm buildin back your brain
Wreckin records with funky stuff
Am i loud enough? {yeah} you got ta give it up

Chorus [4x]: flavor flav

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up

Repeat #2 -- (occasional) chuck d vocal

Yeah
You gots ta give it up now

Verse two: chuck d

Come again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack
[and once again it's on!]
Hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "i don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] i'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
Call me a hannibal lecture, yes i checked her
They don't hear me though, so here i go
I'm sick and tired so sly'll take ya higher
When i'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm i'm givin but never cotton pickin
Like james brown i'm sayin it loud
Am i loud enough? huh, you got ta give it up

[some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever change!]

Chorus [1/2x]

Interlude: chuck d, flavor flav

And when i'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don't know like run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} there it is
[there it is, damn right
My man x is a bad mother {shut your mouth)
I'm talking about terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with another one

Chorus

I never did represent doing dumb shit
Some gangsta lying - i'd rather diss presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and i'll swing em
I vocalize, i just rap, i don't sing em
Flick em, and i fling em, you can go with em
Hall of fame for the game for the points i dave bing em
Go grandmama, close but no cigar
I got mine, for i'm using my rhyme
The flow go wherever i want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up

Chorus [4x] (fades out)
 
House Of Pain - JUPM AROUND

pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, i'll bust em in the eye
And then i'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps in the trunk
And i got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff i got props from the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops

Chorus

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up jump up and get down.
Jump (18x)
I'll serve your ass like john macenroe
If your girl steps up, i'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms i came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the prodigal son i've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause i got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause i duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when i shoot ta give, i shoot to kill

Chorus

I'm the cream of the crop, i rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like arnold schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was sega
But i ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know i might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie i'll wet ya

Chorus
Jump (32x)

Yo, this is dedicated
To joe, da flava, dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk
 
Fugees - Fu - gee - la

[clef]
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, preacher's son, ichi bang,
Listen mrs. tin can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like american without the band stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, i find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause i'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.

[lauryn]:chorus
Ooooh la la la,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh la la la, it's the natural la that the refugees bring
Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing

[forte]
I stay high off the fu-gee-la
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got g's like the refu's
So f who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when i reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

[lauryn]
Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like atari
Sacrifice you hari kari
And i'm sorry,
To every single rapper, **** and harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating calamari in the khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha ha ha ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha ha ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie , and

[lauryn]:chorus
Oooh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh la la la, it's the remix sound that the refugees bring
Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing

[praz]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the west indies
Flea to sea, ship my keys
On the santa maria, sip sangria with senoritas
(they keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like roberta flack

[clef] 2x
Ayo, what's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case i gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon,
Trying to front like he's down with
Mount zion.
 
RUN D.M.C. - Walk this way

[run-d.m.c.]
Now there's a backseat/lover
That's always under/cover
And i talk til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen/nuthin
Til you're down on her/muffin
And there's sure to be a change in ways
Now there's a cheer/leader
That's a real big/pleaser
As far as i can remi/nisce
But the best thing/love it
Was her sister and her/cousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this

She starts/swingin
With the boys in/tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin like it just don't care
So i took a big/chance
At the high school/dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was/foolin
Cause she knew what was she was/doin
When she told me how to walk this way

Chorus: run-d.m.c. and aerosmith

She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
(repeat 2x)
(repeat all 2x)
Well just gimme a kiss/some head!
Oooh, a-like this!

[run-d.m.c.]
School girl/sleazy
With a/classy kind of sassy
Little skirt hangin way up her knee
It was three young ladies
In the school gym/locker
And they find they were lookin d
I was high school/loser
Never made it with a/lady
Til a boy told me somethin i missed
That my next door/neighbor
Had a daughter/had a favor
And i gave the girl just a little kiss, like this

[aerosmith]
She starts swingin with the boys in the school
With her feet flyin up in the air
Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
I was swingin like i didn't care
So i took a big chance at the high school dance
With a miss who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin
When she told me how to walk this way

Chorus
 
BadCopy - uno , due , tre

[Ajs Nigrutin]
Bona sera, senjorina, bona seraaaaa
Bona sera, senjorina Napoli..

Italiano dasa, mafija shpageti
Audi kvatro, **** don fileti
Konfeti, shporeti, shpageti, korneti
Bondjorno, fegeti, eto vas na meti
Alfa Romeo, Milano, Torino
Rime su ti nulo, uno bambino
Toti, Ferari, Djogani, Armani
Ajzache, barapchino, sa tom rimom stani
Ne hasamo nishta ako nema parmezani
Smrdimo na znoj kao talibani
Djudjaro, fumare, amore mio kaco
Pancerote, lazanje i lizanje maco
Gelati, kapo di tuti kapi
Padrino Cicolina, uzivam u fanti
Pinin(?), Farina, Kavali, Pedrini
Lora Bjadjoti, Fabio Djanini
Felche Azuro, paljeri di banjo
Tuto il korpo mon vida parfumato
Likvido sapone, sekreto momento
Due tre, kvatro tre, cinkvecento
La shate, la shate, lire mi kantare
Ragaci Korleone, Sicilija Kapone
Uno paseporte, sportisimo sofici
Eros Ramacoti, solo prdim po Ibici
Solo prdim po Ibici

refren 1
[Sky Vikler]
Pivo, buksne i fukse sve
Mikrofon, bina vlazi im klitorise
Pare kad vide, parenje odma' pochne
Posle se iznova ponovo loche
Pivo, buksne i fukse sve
Mikrofon, bina vlazi im klitorise
Ne potpisujemo vishe ugovore
Uzmemo kesh i vidimo se posle

refren 2
[Sky Vikler]
Uno due tre,
***** mafija, dez, vinegal, sensei
Uno due tre,
bicharke na travi, talas koji preti da sravni sve

[Sky Vikler]
Ne gledaj me tako, odma' vadim prangijato
Tresu ti se ruke, glas zapev'o je vibrato
Bicharka je doshla, sada zeli kreshendo
Drala se, cele noci sam joj vik'o "piano!"
Fortisimo repujem, vune se pale na to
Dolaze na 'cert montirane picikato
Kakve su to shuzato, nije ti ovo shator
Princibesa sa sela, vrela k'o radijator
Roma, Milano, vale, pa pravac zatvor
Hashishare, fumare, pare lire, zajebi zakon
Koza nostra familija, mio fratelo gracije
Racije, pasije, to nije racionalno

refren 1, refren 2

[Timjah]
Mile voli disko, smoka cigareta
Djanluka Paljuka, familija vendeta
Mesadjio sende, bicharke se sete
****, lazanja, kuvam i shpageti
D'Italia, Sicilija, Don Vito Korleone
Torino sinjorine, ja i Salvatore
Neki glas zove "sinjore nema love"
Forca rosoneri, Musolini ditatore
A ja zovem bicharke na kobas blajvatore
El producente, hip-hop kardinale
Kvatro tri na kaza, stil oridjinale
Transmisia direta ________
Vitoria Sensei, sinjore galante
Nastro azuro, gitara muzikante
Rima arogante, vida konstante
Kobasica grande, sve bicharke pamte
 
VIP - (Bassivity Mixtape (Oneya-Prvi put), 2003) - Moj zivot



[Ikac]
Drugovi me postuju zbog stvari sto sam radio
roditelji cene jer sam sranja sva ostavio
javio sam - nestacu sa ulica zauvek
jer sam shvatio da bol muchi samo takve ljude
ljubav ljudi nude, osecaj da vole te
shvatis neko vredi - druge shkartiraj, bole te!
pravi drugovi su tu, takav soc uvek ostaje
naucio da cenim zivot, snage mi nedostaje
poceo da treniram, duh mi je nemiran
moje je u pitanju - nacin cesto ne biram
znam da se iznerviram, znam da se pobijem
resim ovaj zivot sam da dobijem
(Moj zivot!) pazio na sebe kol'ko mogu
(Moj zivot!) zamrzeo sam drogu kad Norvezanin je umr'o
kad sam shvatio da je smrt nesto o cemu sam sve slusao a nisam cuo
(Moj zivot!) Oseti zivot! Neka boli, al' nauci da ga sredis
Nauci zivot! Tad ces shvatiti da vredis
svi ti milioni maraka sto ih sanjas nece platiti gluposti i sva sranja
1, 2, 3 da bi shvatio, 4 - razmisli da se ne bi nikad vratio
5 - nije problem sto sam platio, brate, 6 - da ne pogledam i okrenem se
sta sam samo radio, zamrzela bi svakoga, bre, mama
dolazim na vrata mrtav pijan svoga stana
pomislim da gresim, pobegnem i bezim
16 godina - ova zemlja srce mi je slomila!

ref.
(sempl: Zivot, Bolji Zivot, Bolji Zivot, Sve il' nista)
Zivot, Bolji Zivot, Bolji Zivot, Sve il nista
Nekad je zivot tako surov nekad i suvise blag
ali ovaj je moj meni suvise je drag
Nekad je zivot tako surov nekad i suvise mlad
ali ovaj je moj moj moj...

[Demian]
Ovo je moj zivot - moja stvar
i lako trpim udarac ispod pojasa
i nadam se da sam 100% jasan:
moj zivot - moja stvar, moj zivot - moja stvar
i pazi sad - i kad je zivot tezak, ne smes pasti na kolena
bolje da te na nogama sjebu
gore na nebu ne vide moje bore na chelu i bol shto nosim
ljudi vole da seru kad misle da znaju ko si
cale ostavio kevu, keva se razbolela
dusha me je bolela kad bolest ju je odnela
ulica je zlo donela, promenila iz korena mene
ali i dalje tu sam - znaci da volela me je
u gradu gde je samo bitno sta imas tesko je biti klinac
moras igru da igras, sve oko sebe da snimas, s ajkulama da plivas
glavom uz ritam da klimas ako zivis u inat svima
jos kao lima shvatio sam sta vredi, brate
zato odjebi, brate, mnogo me nervirate
mislite da sve znate, a bez mame i tate i njihove plate
svi ste vi *****, brate!
Zato se s vama ne mesam, svoju lovu premestam
ako si bezgresan onda si prespeshan
nema sta nisam prob'o, radio sa dobrom robom
"de si, brate, ovo ono" kazes kad me vidis s lovom
i svako slovo, brate, grca u bolu sto sam batalio skolu i razocarao ekipu moju
znas kako je kad osetis lovu, brate.. ******

ref.

2002-a, brate.. Bassivity u kuci svuda.. gledaj svoja posla.. znas o cemu se radi..
Yo,VIP, brate, Oneya!
 
Lady D'Arbanville Lyrics


My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

My Lady d'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.

My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

La la la la la....

My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.
 
Feeling you, Where are you going
You don't need to leave
Check yourself, your thoughts are showing
What's up your sleeve

Silly you
Who are fooling
It's all clear to me
Forgot yourself, you need some schooling
You're already free

(2X)
I had a talk with you in my head
You lucky you
A view of you from your bed
I'm lucky too

I listen up when you are speaking
What's behind your eyes
What I'm seeing is that your seeking
When the inside shines

I look at you when you are sleeping
You are far away
You must have gone down into the deepness
I'm at your bay

(2X)
I had a talk with you in my head
You lucky you
A view of you from your bed
I'm lucky too

Feeling you, where are you going
You don't need to leave
Check yourself, your thoughts are showing
What's up your sleeve

(4X)
I had a talk with you in my head
You lucky you
A view of you from your bed
I'm lucky too

You lucky you...
 
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