Lyrics and translation STOKA - Don Stoleoni

Don Stoleoni

Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje nastupe i muskarci i zene,
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje rime i muskarci i zene.
Nek je M kao Marin i nek je C kao Car,
Nek je kum MC-ija decko kaj ima govorni dar,
To rekao je dragi Bog, da na to,
Kad je blagoslovio mene, odabranika svog,
Tu pocinjem ja, sofisticirana formula pranja,
Mic znanja, ludosti, gospinog ukazanja,
15 godina unazad, imam sta za kazat,
Tad sam poceo rime na kruh svagdasnji mazat,
Rime jest, rime pit, u rimi misit, rima bit,
Rime zivit, rime siti da mi zivot bude hit,
Da, to sam ja jos jednom, ponovno vam repam,
Kad sam cuo Targeta mic odlucio sam da scepam,
Mic sam scepao, prvi put zarepao,
Ostale MC-ije na vijeke vijekova prepao,
Danas prica jos traje, ne staje, uzitak vam daje,
Ja sam kum MC-ija, vi mi recite kaj je.
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje nastupe i muskarci i zene,
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje rime i muskarci i zene.
Doslo vrijeme puberteta, MC mikrofone reseta,
Druge smeta, bas steta, a vjestina cvijeta,
Zapalio sam publiku, sabotiro koncerte,
Krao micove iz ruku i posramio eksperte,
Bacio stolicu, napravio sranja,
I veca i manja, ali vrijedna postovanja,
A sta si ti, doso, od repa otiso,
Kad na freestyle si iso, poslije tebe bina je mokra,
Jer od straha si piso, a ja na bini serem,
U WC-u pisam, a kad cujem te na radiu,
Ugasim ga il′ stisam, ma salim se,
Smijat raspalim se, a onda ti jebem majku,
Jer malim prstom u stok odvalim se, aah, boli,
Al' za repat svako me moli jer tako bilo je prije,
U klubu, kvartu i skoli, ja repo sam kao dijete,
Repam kao mladic, a repat i ko starac u parku uz kazic,
I to dobro zapamtite.
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje nastupe i muskarci i zene,
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje rime i muskarci i zene.
Volim kada slusam, volim kada gledam,
Kada razmisljam o tome pa stihove redam,
Od sumraka do zore kad smisljam fore,
Kad ideje preplave mozdane stanice i pore,
Ja na balu slova, maste, rijeci,
Uzivam u slapovima rima kad pocnu teci,
To sve rane lijeci, napisat cu pa cu reci,
Pa nek publika prstom na bini kaze ko je veci,
Da, da, publika ocito zna ko je gazda cijele price,
100ka, i zato za vas uz jebeni bas,
Ja rokat cu jebene rime dok mi ne nestane glas,
Na podlogu od kuma ispovijed opasnog uma,
Treca kitica pete stvari, drugog solo albuma,
Pa zapamtite od trena kad rep kod nas nasto,
Ja sam sef sefova, capo di tutti capi di caSto.
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje nastupe i muskarci i zene,
Ja sam mafija, traze me po svim kontinentima,
Ljubomorni muzevi, politika i murija,
Predsjednicke loze rezervirane za mene,
Svi oce moje rime i muskarci i zene

Don Stoleoni

I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my shows, men and women alike,
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my rhymes, men and women alike.
Let M stand for Marin and C stand for Car,
Let the MC's godfather be the guy with the gift of gab,
That's what the dear Lord said, upon this,
When he blessed me, his chosen one,
Here I begin, a sophisticated formula of washing,
A bit of knowledge, madness, a holy apparition,
15 years back, I've got something to say,
That's when I started spreading rhymes on my daily bread,
Rhymes to eat, rhymes to drink, rhymes to think, rhymes to be,
Rhymes to live, rhymes to satisfy, to make my life a hit,
Yes, it's me once again, rapping for you,
When I heard Target's mic, I decided to snatch it,
I grabbed the mic, rapped for the first time,
Scared all the other MCs for eternity,
The story continues today, doesn't stop, giving you pleasure,
I'm the MC's godfather, you tell me what's up.
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my shows, men and women alike,
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my rhymes, men and women alike.
Puberty hit, MC resets the microphones,
It bothers others, what a shame, while the skill flourishes,
I ignited the crowd, sabotaged concerts,
Stole mics from hands and shamed the experts,
Threw a chair, caused trouble,
Big and small, but worthy of respect,
And what are you? Came, left rap,
When you went for freestyle, the stage was wet after you,
Because you pissed yourself in fear, and I shit on stage,
I piss in the toilet, and when I hear you on the radio,
I turn it off or press it, just kidding,
I burst out laughing, then I fuck your mom,
Because I'm rocking out with my little finger in the stock, aah, it hurts,
But everyone begs me to rap because that's how it was before,
In the club, the hood, and school, I rapped as a child,
I rap as a young man, and I'll rap as an old man in the park with a cane,
And remember that well.
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my shows, men and women alike,
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my rhymes, men and women alike.
I love when I listen, I love when I watch,
When I think about it and then line up the verses,
From dusk till dawn when I'm coming up with jokes,
When ideas flood my brain cells and pores,
I'm at the ball of letters, imagination, words,
I enjoy the waterfalls of rhymes when they start to flow,
It all heals wounds, I'll write it down and then I'll say it,
So let the audience point their finger on stage and say who's bigger,
Yeah, yeah, the audience obviously knows who's the boss of the whole story,
100ka, and that's why for you, with the fucking bass,
I'll rock the fucking rhymes until my voice is gone,
On the godfather's beat, the confession of a dangerous mind,
The third verse of the fifth track, the second solo album,
So remember, from the moment rap began here,
I'm the boss of bosses, capo di tutti capi di caSto.
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my shows, men and women alike,
I'm the mafia, wanted across every continent,
By jealous husbands, politicians, and the cops,
Presidential booths reserved just for me,
Everyone craves my rhymes, men and women alike.