Beogradski Sindikat "Povratak" lyrics

Povratak

Dugo ste nas u zaborav guraliAl sad smo se ponovo vratiliSindikat je jediniNajbolji majstoriVeliki neimari ove hip-hop sceneMi nismo bacali rime mi smo dizali temeljI šta je bilo smradovi ušinuli su vam se vratoviDok nas gledate na bini kako kidamo ko terminatoriPacovi pakosni ustaški plagijtoriSindikat vam kuca na vrata da vas zauvek zatvoriI sad kažes nemoj matoriZar nismo bili gotivniSeti se samo pre par 'dina koliko smo vam pomogliMa terajte se otroviCrknite u ljubomoriDole na kolena jer dolaze bogoviDa vas sahrane ko popoviDa vam se ne znaju groboviDa nemate ni roda ni porodaKad vas uništimo lopoviStiže ĐAFE KORLEONEIz dorćolske B zoneRa ta ta ta ta ta taČašice se lome someDivi pljujem ogromne strofePreko matrica od proteJer kad mačke nema dugoMiševi kolo vodeRuke gore svi na pod glave u fiokeDok istresem ove rime kao pola kile kokeI nemoj niko da je mrdnuo da ne zaglabate đokeSindikat tu je opet jači nego fokeSindikat tu je opet vraća se na posedRUKE GORE

[refren]Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreZauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreAjmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Vidi vidi debelo ljut sam k'o BigiNa sceni stanje mučno zato okret pod ručnomKada sindikalni pokret na ulici je opetMikrofon je otet stručno kada bučno upadam jaFontana gerilac,sa drugara par glavni krivacČije rime su repetirane 'gijeZa primer hapse MC-jeJer dugo nije,bilo me na livadi zatoPos'o ću da pri'vatim,korov treba kidatiA onda obrok ću da pripremim k'o glavno jeloPoješću te celoga za prilogZasladiću se stilom,jer krađe dosta je biloA pazi sada ovo i za staro i za novoŠto se tiče škole,tivaj me za doleI pazi šta ću reći,mi smo prvi i drugi i trećiProći ćeš k'o knezovi u sećiPa ćeš brzo put preći od stojeci do ležećiJer doberman si ti,al mi smo pitoviAjkula u moru si,mi ubice kitoviA ovo je trebalo da bude moja rima prvaNek mi kurac duva,svako repuje k'o HrvatTreniro k'o De Niro,taksista sam ludakDa odvali mi prvak,s rimom koju čuvam jaAli bla bla,za 102.2Sindikalni razbojnik i barabaI u Supermenov znak mi nabudžili smo BPa sindikat ima snagu nadljudskuŠto si pomislio sad,zadrži za sebeJer si kreten lažni reperZato skloni se od meneJer ovo je BS,mikrofon je Mesija,ZAVEZITE PIČKETINE

[refren]Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreZauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreAjmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Reperi,manekeni glume gangsterajOd scene napraviše kuplerajPrazne priče šminka fenserajI Shef Sale više nema strpljenjaDosta smo se pravili finiAjde pičketino ziniProgutaj moje uvrede a onda reci izviniJer idu mi na kurac svi reperi tebi sličniSvi reperi paraziti što tripuju da su krimiScene Mili Vanili,šatro odani firmiA prodali bi dušu za svoje mesto na biniNa žalost ne ide tako narod je prozreo vaš blefBrukate domaći rep al osvetiće ga ShefKao oštrica Božije pravde spuštam se na ZemljuNarodu da vratim veru da reanimiram scenuGnev sindikata na deluPretnja svakom manekenuI dok ne istrebim gamad neću promeniti temu

Ma neću ni da trošim reči na jajare,funjareI na sve one cave što iza leđa su se šunjaleNa sve koji bunare,samo nešto tu da ućareA namazani,premazani šminkom kao cupikeSlušam likove frenkuju,gledam likove folirajuK'o da se bave pantomimom pa im posao da imitirajuI tužno je to što vidim,al i smešno samim timPa plačem od smeha k'o da gledam crtani filmZnam jedno je kad trezan si,drugo je kad se napiješA to što odavde si,jebi ga,ne možeš to da sakriješŽivimo,gde živimo usred zakuvanog sranjaAl u pitanju je BG ajmo malo postovanjaOvde prate me trubači,ne iz geta neki čameAli ne ličim na repera već na ortaka iz kafaneDotakao sam dno života,birajući stranputiceZato rokam rime k'o iz jebene haubiceEvo ja ću biti sudija,a moja ekipa porotaI Sodoma i Gomora ako obuzme te pohlepaČujem cave prozivaju eto novog povodaDa rokam kao šmajser na mikrofonu vojvoda.

[refren]Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreZauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreAjmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Koren sveg zla novac te zarazi osnovacTi si usijana glava a ja na takve lovacNoću dok spavaš mirno sanjaš da si zvezdaA ja star,mega star,u obe ruke spremanNogom lomim vrata k'o MOSAD radim prepadNisi siguran nigde,nikad ne znaš šta te čekaDok se voziš gradom,mrstiš,s krovova te vrebamGepard M1 kroz metal 12,7Krijes BG naglasak da se provučeš k'o HrvatU masi 2000 Agram kosi sve ko pljusakDa me smekšaš tuđe fore vadiš iz štekaPomodan si neka,sav rispektanSmeju se k'o decaNa duel bi da izađeš kažeš pravi k'o nekadU jednoj ruci mikrofon u drugoj buldog čekaNemaš gde da pobegnešMoj vektor SS7-7Scenu držim ko bedem, grebem, neosvojiv za tebeZapljuskuješ glupostima,bez potrebe talasašOduvaće te FAMAS 7-4 kalašPali gajbi pusti kraljeve da vladajuSBS-a rime parabelum MC-jevi stradaju

[refren]Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreZauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na biniSindikat se vratio nema više izviniKraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvoreAjmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

The return

You have been pushing us into the oblivion for a very long timeBut now we are back againThe Union (Sindicate) is the inly oneThe best guysThe great master bulders of this hip-hop sceneWe weren’t throwing rhymes, we were building a foundationAnd what the matter jerks, did your necks get sprainedwhile you watch us on the stage as we’re tearing like terminators(you) malicious rats, ustasha plagiatorsThe Union is knocking on your door to close you foreverAnd now you say: “Don’t do it, man.Weren’t we alright?Just remember few years ago how much we’ve helped you.”Just f**k off you poisonsDrop dead in jealousyDown on your knees because gods are comingTo bury you like priestsYour graves not to be knownNot to have offspringAfter we destroy you, thievesHere arrives DJAFE CORLEONEFrom Dorcol B zoneRa ta ta ta ta ta taGlasses are breaking you moronLook how I spit some huge stanzasover matrices of ProtaCause when the cat’s awaythe mice will playHands up everybody, down on the floor, heads in drawersuntil I shake out these rhymes like half kilo of cokeAnd nobody movies if you don’t want to lose *****The Union is here again stronger than sealsThe Union is here again coming back to the propertyHANDS UP

Refrain:Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downForever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downLets shoot now, we will rock the best

Look, look, I’m heavily mad like BigiIt’s a heavily situation on the stageand that’s why a turn over under the hand break is neededWhen the Union movement is on the street againa microphone is taken professionaly at time when I come in loudlyThe Fountain guerilla, the main to be blamed along with a couple of friendswhose rhymes are like cocked gunsTo give an example they arrest MCsBecause I haven’t been for long on the fieldI’ll take the job, weeds should be tornand then I’ll make a meal as a main courseI’ll eat you whole as a saladI will sweeten myself with style cuz there was enough theftAnd watch this now, for both new and oldas for the school, ... for downand watch what I’ll say: we are the first, the second and the thirdYou’ll end up like slaughtered as the knezes (dukes that’d been killed)*and you’ll go down your road fastly – from standing to layingBecause you are a doberman, but we are pits (pit bulls)You are ashark in the sea, we are killer whalesAnd this was supposed to be my first rhymeAnyone who raps like a Croat can blow my dickBeen training like De Niro, I am crazy taxi driver... with the rhyme that I keepbut yada yada yada for 102.2 (radio MHz)The union’s bandit and a raffeven into the Superman’s symbol we managed to put the BWell, the Union has the superhuman strengthKeep for yourself the thing that has just crossed your mindBecause you are jerk, a false rapperSo get away from mebecause this is BS (the Union), microphone is the mesiah, SHUT UP CUNTS

Refrain:Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downForever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downLets shoot now, we will rock the best

Rappers, models, gangsters of actingmade a brothel out of the stageEmpty talks, makeup, fancy posturesEven the Shef (boss) of the building has no longer patienceWe were nice enoughCome on, cunt, open your mouthSwallow my insults and then say “I’m sorry”Because I’m full of those rappers who are like youAll those rap parasites who imagine they are criminalMili Vanilli situations, falsly loyal to the firmyet they’d sell their soul for a spot on a stageUnfortunatelly it doesn’t work like that, people saw trough your blefYou embarass domestic rap, but Shef will revenge itas a blade of God’s justice I come down on Earthto return faith to people , to reanimate the sceneA rage of the Union in the actiona treat to every modeland I won’t change the subject until I exterminate verminI don’t want even to waste words on garbageand on all those wh*res that sneaked behind backon everyone who fish in mud only to gain some useand they’re allcolored, painted with makeup like chicksI listen creatures frenking (I have no idea about meaning), I watch creatures fakingAs if they do pantomime, so their job is to imitateand it’s sad what I see, yet it’s funny thereforeso I'm laughing like crazy, like watching a cartoonI know it’s one thing when you’re sober and something else when you’re drunkAnd the fact that you’re from here, fuck it, you can’t hide itWe live where we live, in the middle of shitBut this is BG, so let’s show some respectI am followed by trumpeters, not by some ghetto-bumI don’t look like rapper but like a guy from the pubI’ve reached the bottom of my life choosing wrong waysSo I’m firing the rhymes like from a fucking cannonI’ll be the judge and my crew will be the juryand Sodom and Gomorrah if greed overwhelms youI hear cunts pointing fingers, so there’s a new causeto shoot like schmeisser (maschinenpistole) on the microphone of dukes

Refrain:Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downForever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downLets shoot now, we will rock the best

The root of all evil - money - intoxicates you, rookieYou are hot head and I hunt thoseAt night, while you’re sleeping peacefully, you dream of being a rock starand I am old mega star, ready with both handsI break the doors like MOSAD doing raidYou’re nowhere safe, you never know what awaits youWhile you drive around town, puckering, I lurk you from roofsThe Gepárd M1 (shoots) trough the metal 12,7You hide accent from Belgrade to get away like a Croatin crowd the Agram 2000 takes down everything like a downfallTo soften me you take out someone’s else tricksAlright, you are modish, completely respectfulThey laugh like childrenYou say you wish to have a duel, real like it used to beA microphone in one hand, in other bulldog waitsYou have nowhere to run awayMy vector SS7-7I hold the stage like a wall, I scratch, unconquerable to youYou flood with nonsenses, making waves for nothingFAMAS 7-4 kalash will blow you awayGo home, let the kings to ruleSBS’ rhymes, Parabelum MCs gets hurt

Refrain:Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downForever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stageThe Union is back, no more apologizingKings of metaphore untill we’re locked downLets shoot now, we will rock the best