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[Kajl is a Jew]

Ajs Nigrutin - (Sve Same Barabe, 2004) - Kilo granja lesim

[Ajs Nigrutin]
Pochinjem da trokiram, opet mozak puche
Daj vamo te rizle i pojachaj bas da tuche
Crne misli me muche, 15 dana sam kod kuce
Imam karirane papuche
Kupio josh juche, slusham Snup Doga takozvanog kuche
Po rerni mi skachu pogachice vruce
(Seven: Ne pominji pivo) Nisam pomenuo pivo
Necu da pominjem pivo, u celom tekstu pivo
(Seven: A vino, a vino?) Ni to brate necu
Od zdrepcheve krvi sam peglirao u vrecu
Celu noc, ceo dan, utonuo u san
Mamuran se probudio, greshkom cirko vinobran
Zato imam reshenje zvano Klod Van Dam Zan
Prazan mi je stan, a bash sam odmoran
Dobio sam platu, chiji najveci sam fan
Zato imam kesha da varim ceo dan

Refren: [Eufrat] (Seven) <Ajs Nigrutin>
[Zato imam kesha da varim ceo dan]
(Da varim ceo dan)[Da varim ceo dan]
[Zato imam kesha da varim ceo dan]
(Da varim ceo dan)[Da varim ceo dan]
<Sad ukrshtene rechi ne mogu da reshim>
(Ne pitaj me nishta, kilo granja leshim)
<Rolam buksnu shita, pa se pitam da li greshim>
(Ne pitaj me nishta, kilo granja leshim)

[Seven]
Ne mogu da vidim, spurnjah keta pola
I sada kad se setim kako vozim kola
Jesi upao u koshtac s tekstovima pravim
'frate, brate, dodaj buksne, necu da te davim
Dok chitam High Times u smokin' nigga stilu
Vozim kadilak, lochem sombrero tekilu
Ne, ne mogu da verujem da sam se uduv'o
Vidim oblak dima izlazi na uvo
Ispadoh iz takta, ja dolazim iz shahta
Umesto hromagija, savili smo plakta
Bela rizla nije cela, zato nove kupuj
Pushim shita buksnu, radujem se, kuku
A onda ispred mene pojavi se pub
Rekoh mu da nemam, reko, rekoh mu da nemam LIRICHKI ZUUUB!

[Eufrat]
Doshao sam kuci uplakan sav
Jer nisam im'o kesha da varim ceo dan
Uzeo sam pare, shto gurno sam u shtek
Chuvao sam ih za neki dobar krek
Zavija dek, jer to mi je shtek
I od celog tog tripa meni brzo posta muka
Jer pojeo sam danas ja bez pljeskavice luka
Trchim prema cilju i zili mi ruka
Dobicu infarkt jer mi pumpa chuka
Uzeo sam dzoint i pocheo da puhtam
Prodao sam danas nekih memorija ram
I zato imam kesha da varim ceo dan

Refren


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwStzmj-XBs

[username]

"I'll be There For You"
The Rembrandts

So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year
But
I'll be there for you (when the rain starts to pour)
I'll be there for you (like I've been there before)
I'll be there for you (because you're there for me too)

You're still in bed at ten, but work began at eight
You burned your breakfast, so far things are going great
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees
That
I'll be there for you (when the rain starts to pour)
I'll be there for you (like I've been there before)
I'll be there for you (because you're there for me too)

No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even in my worst, I'm best with you, yeah

It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year
But
I'll be there for you (when the rain starts to pour)
I'll be there for you (like I've been there before)
I'll be there for you (because you're there for me too)

[Hannibal Lecter]

VALENTINO - SKINI MI SE BONA SA MOG TELEFONA

Sinoc kada rekla si mi zbogom
ljevicom sam nogom
sutnuo tvoj kofer niz stepenice

Sinoc kada rece dovidjenja
ja sam k'o bez htijenja
pustio svoj urlik sve do tvoje ulice

Skini mi se bona sa mog telefona
skini mi se barem malo
dodji u moj krevet, ceka te bombona
da ti vratim osmijeh mom je srcu stalo

Skini mi se bona sa mog telefona
skini mi se barem malo
dodji u moj krevet, ceka te bombona
da ti vratim osmijeh mom je srcu stalo


A pred zoru kad me prodje huja
sjetih se ja glasa
Bogami i stasa moje curice

Na tvom telefonu zauzece
ko li je taj Tarzan
sto te pored mene zivog nocu oblijece

Skini mi se bona sa mog telefona
skini mi se barem malo
dodji u moj krevet, ceka te bombona
da ti vratim osmijeh mom je srcu stalo

Skini mi se bona sa mog telefona
skini mi se barem malo
dodji u moj krevet, ceka te bombona
da ti vratim osmijeh mom je srcu stalo

Skini mi se bona sa mog telefona
skini mi se barem malo
dodji u moj krevet, ceka te bombona
da ti vratim osmijeh mom je srcu stalo

Skini mi se bona sa mog telefona
skini mi se barem malo
dodji u moj krevet, ceka te bombona
da ti vratim osmijeh mom je srcu stalo

This post has been edited by Noddy: Mar 22 2008, 09:09 PM

[Wolfbrother]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJDdJoBTwYE

IRON MAIDEN - HALLOWED BE THY NAME

I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.

This post has been edited by Wolfbrother: Mar 23 2008, 07:17 PM

[Hannibal Lecter]

Kako sam znao da ce ovo da stavi

[Wolfbrother]

Dvoumio sam se, ali je ovo ipak jedan od najjacih tekstova metal pesama. Barem meni. ;D

[smorko_gusic]

Da li jos neko deli moje misljenje da je ovo genijalan tekst:

Kad ti zivot udahnem

Cuvam te ispod kreveta, u kutiji od cipela
Izbusio sam rupu cak, da se ne bi ugusila
Da nam nitko ne zasmeta, okrenuh kljuc i drugi put
Skidoh tiho poklopac i pozvah te na rendezvous

Kad ti zivot udahnem
Kad se stvoris pokraj mene
Primas me u narucje
Poput prave zene
Kad ti zivot udahnem
Kad se stvoris pokraj mene
Ja sretan i kompletan
U san padam nasmjesen
Kad ti zivot udahnem

Divno slusat umijes svojim mirnim ocima
Necujno razumijes sto ne shvacam ni sam
Nemas nikada migrene niti jezik otrovni
Niti bilo kakve zelje osim da me usrecis

Obla si i podatna, ljubim tvoj glatki PVC
Sretna si, to osjecam dobar sam ljubavnik, zar ne?

Ispustit cu ti dusu i smotat pazljivo
Prije neg' sto sunce dan oboji u sivo

[c1k4_ml3kc3]

Po meni, "EK.V" su za'ebali vecinu ...svih(?) svetskih rock bendova...

Ti spavaš na leđima mazge,
Redenik bleska u moru peska
Kamen kvrca pod kopitom,
Grlo je suvo i sunce svrdla,
Ti visiš u mraku
I vetar ti mrsi krvlju ulepljenu kosu,
Prometej čuči na ramenu
I kljuje plave beonjače.
Sediš u sobi i slušaš zvuke iz kupatila
Gde tvoj otac pere kvrgave, ogromne ruke
I frkće na vodu
Što mu pljuska u lice.
Gledaš u oči žene
Što vrišti pod tobom,
U šumi, u oblaku pare
Koja šišti iz vašeg daha.
Stenješ od uboda stotine malih igala
Koje štipaju napuklu kičmu
Pod teretom vreće i mirisom kafe i soli
Trgaš zubima vruće meso,
Vrištiš u pijanom strahu
Od smrti,
Od noža,
Od svetla,
Od mraka,
Od sreće,
Od bola,
Od sebe,
Kraj sebe.
I'll always love you...

[Kuzman]

ovo se ne da zajebati. mada sumnjam da ce svi osim jedne osobe znati sta je.

Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town

He went down South and crossed the border
Left chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shining skin
is everybody in?
is everybody in?
is everybody in?
the ceremony is about to begin


Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me
Old, she's no, young
Her dark red hair
the white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
shes coming in here
I can't live thru each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .

Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl, back in my brain
I think you know, the game I mean
I mean the game, called 'go insane'

you should try, this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect, a different steeple

This little game, is fun to do
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right there, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking thru

Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust Lying under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples

Wait
There's been a slaughter here

(Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come)

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
lets run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C'mon along, we're not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar

run with me
run with me
run with me
let's run

Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home

We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside by evening,

sun sun sun
burn burn burn
burn, burn, burn,
i will get you
soon,
soon,
soon

i am the lizard king
i can do anything

We came down
The rivers and highways
We came down from
Forests and falls

We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade

for seven years, i dwelt
in the loose palace of exile
playing strange games with the girls of the island
now, i have come again
to the land of the fair, and the strong, and the wise
brothers and sisters of the pale forest
children of night
who among you will run with the hunt?
now night arives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready'

[Kajl is a Jew]

ovo se ne da zajebati. mada sumnjam da ce svi osim jedne osobe znati sta je.

Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town

Sigurno si mislio na mene
The Door- the lions on the streat ili
D vratanca- lavici na ulici

[Slovenatz]

Rage Against the Machine - Know Your Enemy


Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!
Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, **** the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!

Come on!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (8 times)

[Kajl is a Jew]

2pac feat Outlawz Hit em up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4HjsZqOaQ0

****=fu!ck

Intro: zeb
I ain't got no motherfuc!kin friends
That's why I ****ed yo' bitch, you fat motherfu!cker
(take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

Verse One: Tupac
First off, **** your bitch and the click you claim
WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fu!cked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas **** for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitche!s
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fu!ck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so **** peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed
**** wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you mutha****as know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang
Puffy weaker than a ****in block i'm running through nigga
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha****a, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you ****in with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Mother****er, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the ****
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you popstars popped get dropped and mopped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint nuttin shit but a faker
Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no mutha****in joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was bobbin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the **** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?
You little young ass mother****ers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You ****in with me nigga you **** around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the **** up, fore you get smacked the **** up
Tha's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
**** you and your mother****in mama
We gonna kill all you mother****ers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth for the mother****er opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
**** Mobb Deep
**** Biggie
**** Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a mother****in crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then **** you too
Chino XL, **** you too
All you mother****ers, **** you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all mother****ers, **** you die slow mother****er
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You mother****ers can't be us or see us
We the mother****in Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California Nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you mother****ers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the mother****in mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you mother****ers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
mother****ers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, **** EM, we Bad Boy killaz! (we killin)

2pac & Kadafi R.I.P.

This post has been edited by Kajl is a Jew: Mar 23 2008, 02:36 PM

[Slovenatz]

kidao sam se kad sam prvi put cuo

Mc Hammer - I like Big Butts

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horney
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's Sweat,Wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back

So Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(LA face with Oakland booty)

I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And UH, double up UH UH
I aint talkin bout playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knockin these bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna --
Til the break of dawn
Baby Got it goin on
Alot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend throws a Honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back

[Neonkitza]

ovo za guze je vrh

[RZA]

i cekaj, vi zaista ocekujete od nas da citamo te textove?

realno, ne vidim poentu topica.

This post has been edited by kika™: Mar 23 2008, 11:11 AM

[OGIxD]

Ni ja ali onako imas satisfakciju kada stavis svoj omiljeni txt da ga ostali ljudi vide
Evo jedan koj volim :

Azra - Lijepe zene prolaze kroz grad

Lijepe žene prolaze kroz grad
ja na uglu stojim sasvim sam
prolaze one i gledaju mene
već dugo ja ne vidjeh hrpu tako lijepe žene
nema sumnje lijepe su ko san

dignem glavu a tamo Maja Prišt
ona bi štela da joj grizem list
ona bi štela da zašljivi mene
malo morgen pokraj hrpe tako lijepe žene
nema sumnje lijepe su ko san

duda duda zakaj me ne zoveš
duda duda si zabila moj broj
duda duda vrag ti mater zemi
ak me zoveš bil bum tvoj
o da samo tvoj...

[RZA]

Evo vam text. NA!

HLADNO PIVO DEBELI


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Ti nisi jači niti punašan
Nego debel naprosto

Tu ni očajna dijeta
2 dana prije ljeta
Neće ništa promijeniti
Ti si debeli debeli debeli debeli

Jer tijelo ne laže
Kada dođeš do plaže
Kad tad moraš udahnuti
Pa si debeli debeli debeli debeli
debeli debeli debeli debeli

Dok se bijelo salo preljeva
Preko gaća kupaćih
Dojam koji ostavljaš
I nije *****ki
Ti si debeli, debeli,debeli,debeli

Tu ni očajna dijeta
2 dana prije ljeta Neće ništa promijeniti
Ti si debeli debeli debeli debeli

Jer tijelo ne laže
Kada dođe do plaže
Kad tad moraš udahnuti
Pa si debeli debeli debeli debeli
Dok neko šeta curicu
debeli debeli debeli debeli
Ti uglavnom šetaš kožicu
kožicu
kožicu
A to nije *****ki


ilijaaa

This post has been edited by kika™: Mar 23 2008, 11:21 AM

[Iva]

Kuzmaneeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Ipak se nadam da si mislio na MENE, a ne na onog... tamo?


Anyway, ak' baš želite text, masterwork of poetics:

The Ghost Song (The Doors)
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
the time has come again
choose now, they croon
beneath the moon
beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered,
On dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s,
Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murderers
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made

[estranged]

Kraljica pohlepe

Rana noc,zvezda sjaj, vraca se stari osecaj,
da se ponovo rodilo zlo sto je nekad vuklo na dno.
Odavno prati te,zeli te samo za sebe,
tamno nebo,vidis li znak?U srcu tvom budi se strah.
Dolazi brzo,sakrij se,bezi od njene magije.....

Njena senka igra se, kraljica slepe pohlepe
mislima tvojim vladace,postaces rob obmane.
Njena zelja jaka je,znas da sada ima te,
dok gledas njene oci zle,sto stalno su te lagale.....

Deo po deo,postajes njen,u njenom svetu izgubljen,
staze njene ti odnose sve,zauvek gubis se.
Odavno prati te,zeli te samo za sebe,
tamno nebo,vidis li znak?U tvom srcu budi se strah.
Dolazi brzo,sakrij se,bezi od njene magije.....

Njena senka igra se, kraljica slepe pohlepe
mislima tvojim vladace,postaces rob obmane.
Njena zelja jaka je,znas da sada ima te,
dok gledas njene oci zle,sto stalno su te lagale.....

Odavno prati te,zeli te samo za sebe,za sebe...

Njena senka igra se, kraljica pohlepe...
Mislima tvojim vladace,postaces rob obmane.
Njena zelja jaka je,znas da sada ima te,
dok gledas njene oci zle,sto stalno su te lagale.....

Njena senka igra se, kraljica pohlepe
mislima tvojim vladace,postaces rob obmane.
Njena zelja jaka je,znas da sada ima te,
dok gledas njene oci zle,sto stalno su te lagale....


Atlantida, ja njih obozavam...ne mogu da ih izbacim iz glave, od kad je glupi dusan poceo da mi ih recituje....Mnoogo dobra pesma

[LoshMeeBre]

Pesma o guzama nije MC Hammer, nemo sirite dezinformacije.. To je Sir Mix-A-Lot...



elem evo jedne od mojih omiljenih pesama


Immortal Technique - Leaving The Past

[Verse 1]
They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it
I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimick
its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it
But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'
ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin'
urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'
Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell
scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell
and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell
Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian
it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition
It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong
Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms
I'm just like a desperate mother****er strapped to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts
Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
And since life is a gamble like the crabstables at Vegas
I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages

[Verse 2]
I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
as if our peoples history started with slavery
Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret
this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt
I keep it reality based wit the music I make
brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit
like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred
I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus
and from the 15hundreds until after the model
I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow
You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne
and if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni Mission
I never seen so much racism in all of my life
every program and newscast, all of them white
It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest
that type of stress 'll make me put the ****ing tool to your chest
Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya
I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea
I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag
while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
capitalism en democracy are not synonymous
You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past
like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass
Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash
unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash
I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return
I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn
and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice
cuz I am the only mother****er that could change my life

[Ending]
Some people think I won't make it
but I know that I will
Escape the emptiness
cuz that shit is slow and it kills
the flow and the skill
I made y'all believe that it last
You can make the future
but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST