Lyrics and translation Beogradski Sindikat - Dolazi sindikat

Dolazi sindikat

Sedimo za stolom, u shtabu sindikata,
Zakljuchana vrata, brat do brata, tri sata,
Kujemo plan nasheg sledeceg napada,
Kada sindikalna dogma gradom pochece da vlada,
Na nashem institutu stoji zakon u statutu,
Uvek ostani na putu, nikad ne menjaj marshutu,
Kao voda, kao vatra, kao vazduh, kao zemlja
Stavljamo kamen kao simbol ovog temelja,
Imperije znanja koje smo tokom obuchavanja stekli
Da bi se proteklih godina povezali kao chestice u atom,
Sachinili bratstvo koje smo nazvali? sindikatom!
I dok na dokove nam pristizu kontigenti mesa,
Da umirimo narod, da ne umre od stresa,
Jer puno je mrznje, i puno je besa,
Zato i deca treba da zapamte da sindikalne falange,
Metafora snage, oformice armiju i nestace ljage,
Jer kao svaki sindikalac, ja se borim da minimalac
Preraste u bogatstvo, zato furam sa bratstvom,
Kao Jurij kroz kosmos predstavljamo osnovu kao prozoru Dos,
I nikad ne palimo u boks vec kao Sena,
Jurimo ka cilju, brzi i od trena,
Kod nas cesh naci rima ko u Shpaniji sela,
Zato cela vasiona sada slavi ovo ime,
I na prekom sudu sindikat pominju kao primer
Da samo je jedan smer postojao ikad,
Postoji i danas, zove se - sindikat!

Ne zaboravi nikad, ko je ovde prvi pljuvo,
I kad mene budesh chuo, ti pretvori se u uvo,
Jer svuda je suvo, na celoj sceni susha,
Zato domaci hip hop malo ko slusha.
Beogradski sindikat - u pustinji oaza,
Shto u moru mrtvih fraza chvrsto stoji kao baza,
Nasha faza je razvitak, nashe rechi su napitak,
Beogradski sindikat! Ma mi smo siguran zgoditak!
Neosvojiv kao nekad Minosov Knosos,
Specijalitet kao losos, nama mali je i kosmos,
Stoga smo se spustili, u borbu se upustili,
Dok nije bilo nas... ma nishta niste ni propustili,
A sad ste se opustili, shvatili sushtinu
Da prepoznate MC-ja kada izadje na binu,
Da ga pozdravite buchno kada kida disciplinu,
I da ocenite struchno ovu sindikalnu rimu,
Jer na vatri i dimu, mi smo kalili veshtinu,
Sindikat kao nikad krece sam u ofanzivu!

...sada jachi nego ikad, kao stihija smo doshli,
Za borbu smo oshtri, jer smo mnogo toga proshli,
Jer putanja znanja je puna trnja puna granja,
Mikrofon ko skiptar svaku prepreku sklanja,
A sada evo otvaramo regrutni centar,
Novu granu udruzenja, mocnu kao spektar,
I ko vetar svaki metar u etar poruka stize,
Sindikat sve je blize, i na oruzje se dize,
I dok ratnika boje na obrazima stoje,
Svima bice jasno da doshli smo po svoje,
Svima bice jasno na sceni sada ko je
Jeci nego ikad... sindikat!

Ovde MC je subjekat, a? kida? predikat,
I mikrofon mi ne predajemo nikad,
Mi smo La Klika, velika ekipa,
Mi zajedno k? o Voltron formiramo lika,
Velichanstvena slika iz dima vojnika,
Kome iza ledja sunce zalazece
Njemu nasha rec je mach od chelika
Misli znanjem britka uglachana znanjem
Sada blista hip-hop vatre on je iskra
I um sada borbena je pista,
Jer mi smo k? o trista hrabrih Spartanaca,
U borbi protiv Persijanaca,
U odbrani scene kao Termopilskih klanaca,
Svaki od nas poput Indijanaca
Drevnih znanja znalaca,
A u svojoj zemlji stranaca,
Stani! Pa mi smo zbog toga proterani,
Ko prvi Hrishcani, i ostavljeni sami bez pomoci u odbrani,
Al' na sceni smo ponovo da je branimo
Mikrofon u ruci i vicemo? Dzeronimo!?
Iz dima sad opet je poniko general vojnika,
Jachi nego ikad njegov nadimak? sindikat!

The Syndicate is Coming

We sit at the table, in the syndicate's headquarters,
Doors locked, brother to brother, for three hours,
We forge a plan for our next attack,
When the syndicate's dogma starts ruling the city,
At our institute, the law stands in the statute,
Always stay on the path, never change the route,
Like water, like fire, like air, like earth,
We lay a stone as a symbol of this foundation,
An empire of knowledge we've gained through training,
To connect like particles in an atom over the past years,
Forming a brotherhood we call... the syndicate!
And while contingents of meat arrive at our docks,
To appease the people, to prevent them from dying of stress,
Because there's a lot of hatred, and a lot of anger,
That's why even children should remember that the syndicate's phalanx,
A metaphor for strength, forms an army and stains will vanish,
Because like every union member, I fight for the minimum wage
To turn into wealth, that's why I roll with brotherhood,
Like Yuri through space, we represent the foundation like DOS to a window,
And we never stall in the boxing ring, but like Senna,
We chase our goals, faster than a moment,
With us, you'll find rhymes like villages in Spain,
That's why the whole universe now celebrates this name,
And in kangaroo court, the syndicate is mentioned as an example
That only one direction of existence ever existed,
It still exists today, it's called - the syndicate!

Never forget who was the first to spit here,
And when you hear me, turn yourself into an ear,
Because it's dry everywhere, the whole scene is parched,
That's why hardly anyone listens to domestic hip hop.
Belgrade Syndicate - an oasis in the desert,
Standing firm as a base in a sea of dead phrases,
Our phase is development, our words are a potion,
Belgrade Syndicate! We're a sure hit!
Unconquerable like Minos' Knossos once was,
A specialty like salmon, even the cosmos is small for us,
Therefore, we descended, engaged in the struggle,
Until there was us... you didn't miss anything,
And now you've relaxed, grasped the essence
To recognize an MC when he steps on stage,
To greet him loudly when he tears apart discipline,
And to expertly evaluate this syndicate rhyme,
Because on fire and smoke, we forged our skills,
The syndicate, like never before, launches its own offensive!

...stronger than ever, we came like a стихия,
We are sharpened for battle, because we have been through a lot,
Because the path of knowledge is full of thorns, full of branches,
The microphone like a scepter removes every obstacle,
And now we are opening a recruitment center,
A new branch of the association, powerful as a spectrum,
And like the wind, every meter of the message reaches the ether,
The syndicate is getting closer, and rising to arms,
And while the colors of warriors stand on our cheeks,
It will be clear to everyone that we have come for what is ours,
It will be clear to everyone on the scene now who is
Louder than ever... the syndicate!

Here the MC is the subject, and "tears apart" is the predicate,
And we never surrender the microphone,
We are La Klika, a big crew,
Together we form a figure like Voltron,
A magnificent image from the smoke of soldiers,
For whom the sun will set behind their backs,
For them, our word is a sword of steel,
Thoughts sharpened by knowledge, honed by wisdom,
Now hip-hop shines with fire, it is the spark,
And the mind is now a battlefield,
Because we are like three hundred brave Spartans,
In the fight against the Persians,
Defending the scene like the Thermopylae gorges,
Each of us like Indians,
Knowers of ancient knowledge,
And strangers in our own land,
Stop! We were banished for that,
Like the first Christians, and left alone without help in defense,
But we're back on the scene to defend it
Microphone in hand and we shout? Geronimo!?
From the smoke, the general of the soldiers has risen again,
Stronger than ever, his nickname? the syndicate!