Beogradski Sindikat - Povratak (English translation)

English translation

The return

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
 
Submitted by mariusmxm on Mon, 29/04/2013 - 20:31
Serbian

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