Marchelo "Neko treći" lyrics

Neko treći

Ispovest. Sve ustaljene fraze.Masa tripuje da sve zna.I bićeš gažen.

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Da li sam stih-linija ili osoba?Ja nisam ti, ni ti ja, i još ovo znam:nisam ono što o meni kažu tvoje reči,al' nisam ni onaj od juče.Sad sam neko treći.

[Ministar Lingvista]

Reperi ne vole Ministra jer "Ministar nije iskren".Iskreno, jebe mi se šta oni misle.Reperi ne znaju Ministra - e, to im smeta.Ne primećujem ih, pa je fazon: "...koji slepac!"Ne kapiram... zašto moraju da seru?Jer nikad nikoga nisam terao da mi veruje.Znači: lažem, foliram se, preterujem.Stisni 'stop', baci disk, brate - i u redu je.Ali, eto sujete: ortak te ne zna - ortak pljuje te.Lešinari, znam da me čujete.Znam da vas jede to što ste prošlost!Znam da vam kompleksi nalažu da pljujete.Znam da želite da nestanem.Znam sta se priča - ali, svaka priča ima dve strane.Nisam to što misliš - ja sam daleko veći.Nisam ni isti k'o juče - sad sam neko treći.

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[Marchelo]

Trenutak istine - vi biste nove "ristve iskrene"?Mislite, iskren je samo kad vam pokaže donji veš."Isti je samo dok u pesme stavlja životni treš:Snoviđenje, Pismo bratu, Kec - rešto je blef!A pre smo se pronalazili u njegovim pesmama.Sad ne razumem blesana, plus pogled mu je tako bolestan..." Šta ako ti kažem da si baš na pravom tragu s tim?Čik se sad pronađi kad se ponovo otvorim.E, ovako: imam šrinka, tablete za smirenje,mrlje na koži k'o odlikovanja za sjebane nerve,dve pakle dnevno, paranoja, depra, jebe me jetra -ali, 'cert svakog vikenda plus plata na dva mesta!Plus, prijatelji za koje bih smesta skočio u bezdan!Plus, kućna biblioteka! Plus stek'o sam to sve sam!K'o blesav šljakam, pa se pitaj kol'ko para imam danas.Ali, nisam tako jadan da novčanik u pesme stavljam!Pošten i radan - stvar kućnog vaspitanja.Muzika je umetnost, ne vangla za taloženje šlajma.Pa ne jebem pesme tako prazne, a prepune love.Radim, pa zato imam - i što bih trubio o tome?A ipak, mržnje na tone zato što nimalo nismo isti.Što iko pizdi kad nismo na istoj kiši kisli?Ali jednog se setim uvek kad me savlada nemir:da ne laju na mene, već na svoju predstavu o meni.A ona prečesto više govori o njima samima.Ja mirno spavam jer bumerang uvek nadje vlasnika. Storitelujem o čudnim stvarima, o dubljim stvarima.Iz glave čupam nestvarne ljude - činim ih stvarnima.Ništa bez razloga. Nikad bez poruka.Iskrenost i posvećenost, s razlikom što akter nisam ja.I tu je problem - u tome što mašiš detalj sitan:da čovek može biti iskren i kad nije ličan,da može biti iskren i kad nije tebi sličan.Što slušaš samo pesme o sebi, bolje se pitaj....a i ako odjebeš da me slušaš, nećeš mi nedostaješ,jer moja iskrenost nabodena na sner tu i ostaje.

Someone 3rd

Confession. All those established phrases.Mass is tripping that knows everything.And you will be downtrodden.

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What am I: line, verse or person?I am not you, nor you are me, and I also know this:I am not that one your words are talking about,nor I am same like I was yesterday.Now I am someone 3rd.

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"Rappers don't like Minister cause Minister is not honest."Honestly, I don't give a fuck to what they think about me.Rappers don't know who's Minister-that's what annoying them.I do not notice them, so there is joke:"What an eyeless man!"I do not understand... why do they have to speak a bullshit.I've never forced anyone to believe me.So: I am lying, acting, exaggerating.Press "stop", throw a disk, bro - and that's OK.But there comes vanity:buddy doesn't know you-buddy spits on you.The vultures, I know you hear me.I know that the fact you're past for me now eats you.I know that your complexes require of you to spit on everyone.I know you want that I disappear.I know what's talking around, but each story has two sides.I am not the one you think I am - I am much greater.I'm not the same like I was yesterday-now I'm someone 3rd.

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The moment of truth - you would liketo hear new honest stuffs?You think he is honest just whenhe shows his underwear* to you.He is the same only while he puts his life trash into songs.Vision, Letter for bro, Ace - that's too much of bluff.And before we could find out ourselves in his songs.Now I don't understand this silly one,plus there I see some kind of insanity in his eyes.What if I tell you that you are following a right trace?Try to find yourself herewhen I reveal new things about me.Let's start: I have my personal shrink, sedatives,patches on the skin as decorations for fucked nerves,two packs of cigarettes daily, paranoia,depression, liver fucks me -but concert every weekend plusdouble salary, plus friends that I would immediatelyjump for even into abyss, plus home library,plus I acquired that on my own.I am working like mad, so try to guess how much money I have today. But I am not so dumbto show my wallet in my songs.I am honest and hardworking - a matter of upbringing.The music is art, not a pot which is using forthe sedimentation of phlegm.I don't give a fuck about so empty songs,but full of money.I am working,and that's why I have money-and why would I speak about it?Anyway, there are tons of hatredbecause we are not the same at all.Why would anyone be pissed offwhen we did not get wet by the same rain?But I remember of one thing when impatience defeats me:that they are not angry about me,they are angry about their vision of me.And often it shows who they are, actually.I sleep peacefully causeboomerang always finds its owner.I tell stories about weird things, deeper things.I pull unreal people out of my head and make them real.Nothing without reason. Never without message.Honesty and commitment,with a difference that there is not me personally.And there's a problem -a fact that you can miss some small detail:that man can be honest even if that is not about his personal life, that man can be honesteven if he is not similar to you.Why do you only listen songs about yourself-it's better to ask yourself that question....even if you fuck off of listening my songs,I will not miss you because my honesty,stabbed on snare drum, stays there.