Слова песни "Povratak" Beogradski Sindikat

Перевод на: EN

Dugo ste nas u zaborav gurali
Al sad smo se ponovo vratili
Sindikat je jedini
Najbolji majstori
Veliki neimari ove hip-hop scene
Mi nismo bacali rime mi smo dizali temelj
I šta je bilo smradovi ušinuli su vam se vratovi
Dok nas gledate na bini kako kidamo ko terminatori
Pacovi pakosni ustaški plagijtori
Sindikat vam kuca na vrata da vas zauvek zatvori
I sad kažes nemoj matori
Zar nismo bili gotivni
Seti se samo pre par 'dina koliko smo vam pomogli
Ma terajte se otrovi
Crknite u ljubomori
Dole na kolena jer dolaze bogovi
Da vas sahrane ko popovi
Da vam se ne znaju grobovi
Da nemate ni roda ni poroda
Kad vas uništimo lopovi
Stiže ĐAFE KORLEONE
Iz dorćolske B zone
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
Čašice se lome some
Divi pljujem ogromne strofe
Preko matrica od prote
Jer kad mačke nema dugo
Miševi kolo vode
Ruke gore svi na pod glave u fioke
Dok istresem ove rime kao pola kile koke
I nemoj niko da je mrdnuo da ne zaglabate đoke
Sindikat tu je opet jači nego foke
Sindikat tu je opet vraća se na posed
RUKE GORE

[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Vidi vidi debelo ljut sam k'o Bigi
Na sceni stanje mučno zato okret pod ručnom
Kada sindikalni pokret na ulici je opet
Mikrofon je otet stručno kada bučno upadam ja
Fontana gerilac,sa drugara par glavni krivac
Čije rime su repetirane 'gije
Za primer hapse MC-je
Jer dugo nije,bilo me na livadi zato
Pos'o ću da pri'vatim,korov treba kidati
A onda obrok ću da pripremim k'o glavno jelo
Poješću te celoga za prilog
Zasladiću se stilom,jer krađe dosta je bilo
A pazi sada ovo i za staro i za novo
Što se tiče škole,tivaj me za dole
I pazi šta ću reći,mi smo prvi i drugi i treći
Proći ćeš k'o knezovi u seći
Pa ćeš brzo put preći od stojeci do ležeći
Jer doberman si ti,al mi smo pitovi
Ajkula u moru si,mi ubice kitovi
A ovo je trebalo da bude moja rima prva
Nek mi kurac duva,svako repuje k'o Hrvat
Treniro k'o De Niro,taksista sam ludak
Da odvali mi prvak,s rimom koju čuvam ja
Ali bla bla,za 102.2
Sindikalni razbojnik i baraba
I u Supermenov znak mi nabudžili smo B
Pa sindikat ima snagu nadljudsku
Što si pomislio sad,zadrži za sebe
Jer si kreten lažni reper
Zato skloni se od mene
Jer ovo je BS,mikrofon je Mesija,ZAVEZITE PIČKETINE

[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Reperi,manekeni glume gangsteraj
Od scene napraviše kupleraj
Prazne priče šminka fenseraj
I Shef Sale više nema strpljenja
Dosta smo se pravili fini
Ajde pičketino zini
Progutaj moje uvrede a onda reci izvini
Jer idu mi na kurac svi reperi tebi slični
Svi reperi paraziti što tripuju da su krimi
Scene Mili Vanili,šatro odani firmi
A prodali bi dušu za svoje mesto na bini
Na žalost ne ide tako narod je prozreo vaš blef
Brukate domaći rep al osvetiće ga Shef
Kao oštrica Božije pravde spuštam se na Zemlju
Narodu da vratim veru da reanimiram scenu
Gnev sindikata na delu
Pretnja svakom manekenu
I dok ne istrebim gamad neću promeniti temu

Ma neću ni da trošim reči na jajare,funjare
I na sve one cave što iza leđa su se šunjale
Na sve koji bunare,samo nešto tu da ućare
A namazani,premazani šminkom kao cupike
Slušam likove frenkuju,gledam likove foliraju
K'o da se bave pantomimom pa im posao da imitiraju
I tužno je to što vidim,al i smešno samim tim
Pa plačem od smeha k'o da gledam crtani film
Znam jedno je kad trezan si,drugo je kad se napiješ
A to što odavde si,jebi ga,ne možeš to da sakriješ
Živimo,gde živimo usred zakuvanog sranja
Al u pitanju je BG ajmo malo postovanja
Ovde prate me trubači,ne iz geta neki čame
Ali ne ličim na repera već na ortaka iz kafane
Dotakao sam dno života,birajući stranputice
Zato rokam rime k'o iz jebene haubice
Evo ja ću biti sudija,a moja ekipa porota
I Sodoma i Gomora ako obuzme te pohlepa
Čujem cave prozivaju eto novog povoda
Da rokam kao šmajser na mikrofonu vojvoda.

[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Koren sveg zla novac te zarazi osnovac
Ti si usijana glava a ja na takve lovac
Noću dok spavaš mirno sanjaš da si zvezda
A ja star,mega star,u obe ruke spreman
Nogom lomim vrata k'o MOSAD radim prepad
Nisi siguran nigde,nikad ne znaš šta te čeka
Dok se voziš gradom,mrstiš,s krovova te vrebam
Gepard M1 kroz metal 12,7
Krijes BG naglasak da se provučeš k'o Hrvat
U masi 2000 Agram kosi sve ko pljusak
Da me smekšaš tuđe fore vadiš iz šteka
Pomodan si neka,sav rispektan
Smeju se k'o deca
Na duel bi da izađeš kažeš pravi k'o nekad
U jednoj ruci mikrofon u drugoj buldog čeka
Nemaš gde da pobegneš
Moj vektor SS7-7
Scenu držim ko bedem, grebem, neosvojiv za tebe
Zapljuskuješ glupostima,bez potrebe talasaš
Oduvaće te FAMAS 7-4 kalaš
Pali gajbi pusti kraljeve da vladaju
SBS-a rime parabelum MC-jevi stradaju

[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

You have been pushing us into the oblivion for a very long time
But now we are back again
The Union (Sindicate) is the inly one
The best guys
The great master bulders of this hip-hop scene
We weren’t throwing rhymes, we were building a foundation
And what the matter jerks, did your necks get sprained
while you watch us on the stage as we’re tearing like terminators
(you) malicious rats, ustasha plagiators
The Union is knocking on your door to close you forever
And 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 poisons
Drop dead in jealousy
Down on your knees because gods are coming
To bury you like priests
Your graves not to be known
Not to have offspring
After we destroy you, thieves
Here arrives DJAFE CORLEONE
From Dorcol B zone
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
Glasses are breaking you moron
Look how I spit some huge stanzas
over matrices of Prota
Cause when the cat’s away
the mice will play
Hands up everybody, down on the floor, heads in drawers
until I shake out these rhymes like half kilo of coke
And nobody movies if you don’t want to lose *****
The Union is here again stronger than seals
The Union is here again coming back to the property
HANDS UP

Refrain:
Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

Look, look, I’m heavily mad like Bigi
It’s a heavily situation on the stage
and that’s why a turn over under the hand break is needed
When the Union movement is on the street again
a microphone is taken professionaly at time when I come in loudly
The Fountain guerilla, the main to be blamed along with a couple of friends
whose rhymes are like cocked guns
To give an example they arrest MCs
Because I haven’t been for long on the field
I’ll take the job, weeds should be torn
and then I’ll make a meal as a main course
I’ll eat you whole as a salad
I will sweeten myself with style cuz there was enough theft
And watch this now, for both new and old
as for the school, ... for down
and watch what I’ll say: we are the first, the second and the third
You’ll end up like slaughtered as the knezes (dukes that’d been killed)*
and you’ll go down your road fastly – from standing to laying
Because you are a doberman, but we are pits (pit bulls)
You are ashark in the sea, we are killer whales
And this was supposed to be my first rhyme
Anyone who raps like a Croat can blow my dick
Been training like De Niro, I am crazy taxi driver
... with the rhyme that I keep
but yada yada yada for 102.2 (radio MHz)
The union’s bandit and a raff
even into the Superman’s symbol we managed to put the B
Well, the Union has the superhuman strength
Keep for yourself the thing that has just crossed your mind
Because you are jerk, a false rapper
So get away from me
because this is BS (the Union), microphone is the mesiah, SHUT UP CUNTS

Refrain:
Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

Rappers, models, gangsters of acting
made a brothel out of the stage
Empty talks, makeup, fancy postures
Even the Shef (boss) of the building has no longer patience
We were nice enough
Come on, cunt, open your mouth
Swallow my insults and then say “I’m sorry”
Because I’m full of those rappers who are like you
All those rap parasites who imagine they are criminal
Mili Vanilli situations, falsly loyal to the firm
yet they’d sell their soul for a spot on a stage
Unfortunatelly it doesn’t work like that, people saw trough your blef
You embarass domestic rap, but Shef will revenge it
as a blade of God’s justice I come down on Earth
to return faith to people , to reanimate the scene
A rage of the Union in the action
a treat to every model
and I won’t change the subject until I exterminate vermin
I don’t want even to waste words on garbage
and on all those wh*res that sneaked behind back
on everyone who fish in mud only to gain some use
and they’re allcolored, painted with makeup like chicks
I listen creatures frenking (I have no idea about meaning), I watch creatures faking
As if they do pantomime, so their job is to imitate
and it’s sad what I see, yet it’s funny therefore
so I'm laughing like crazy, like watching a cartoon
I know it’s one thing when you’re sober and something else when you’re drunk
And the fact that you’re from here, fuck it, you can’t hide it
We live where we live, in the middle of shit
But this is BG, so let’s show some respect
I am followed by trumpeters, not by some ghetto-bum
I don’t look like rapper but like a guy from the pub
I’ve reached the bottom of my life choosing wrong ways
So I’m firing the rhymes like from a fucking cannon
I’ll be the judge and my crew will be the jury
and Sodom and Gomorrah if greed overwhelms you
I hear cunts pointing fingers, so there’s a new cause
to shoot like schmeisser (maschinenpistole) on the microphone of dukes

Refrain:
Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

The root of all evil - money - intoxicates you, rookie
You are hot head and I hunt those
At night, while you’re sleeping peacefully, you dream of being a rock star
and I am old mega star, ready with both hands
I break the doors like MOSAD doing raid
You’re nowhere safe, you never know what awaits you
While you drive around town, puckering, I lurk you from roofs
The Gepárd M1 (shoots) trough the metal 12,7
You hide accent from Belgrade to get away like a Croat
in crowd the Agram 2000 takes down everything like a downfall
To soften me you take out someone’s else tricks
Alright, you are modish, completely respectful
They laugh like children
You say you wish to have a duel, real like it used to be
A microphone in one hand, in other bulldog waits
You have nowhere to run away
My vector SS7-7
I hold the stage like a wall, I scratch, unconquerable to you
You flood with nonsenses, making waves for nothing
FAMAS 7-4 kalash will blow you away
Go home, let the kings to rule
SBS’ rhymes, Parabelum MCs gets hurt

Refrain:
Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage
The Union is back, no more apologizing
Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down
Lets shoot now, we will rock the best