Lyrics and translation Sajsi MC - Bmx

Bmx

BMX kloš

Poklonila sam sprej nakoksiranom klincu
Iz popravnog doma
Nos mu se rascvetao kao proleće
A bio je oktobar, vetar i smor
Bljutava hrana, prokleta deca i ja

Šta po ovoj hladnoći da radim
U trenerkama iz devedeset prve
A moram na fax, ne mogu da vodim rasvetan nos okolo
To je kao osmeh bez pratnje
Kô klikeri na betonu, Slavija se pretvorila u smolu
Ni on, ni ja nemamo lovu, al'imamo robu
Džaba jer tek 10 a.m. otkucava
Ko se sinoć zgutao ni spavanje nije potpisao
Vučem sauh bez ambicije da krenem
Za inat pali iz prve, smanjujem za pola
I čekam da nešto padne i smrska me
Jedan meteor bi bio dovoljno dobro opravdanje
Da danas, to jest večeras, ne idem nigde

BMX, skejt, koš i lanci
Huškamo druge da dobiju po faci
Ja mogu i bez matrice, ja mogu i bez majka
Da bacim rime kô ti đubre sa osmoga sprata

Živim u naselju punom dece i staraca
Svi ustaju rano i rano ležu
Baš ja kad spavam sve je u zenitu
Cike i vriske, nesnosni su u parazitiranju
Zašto svaka pesma koju počnem
Mora da se završi kao hejt, to je zato što mrzim ceo svet
U stvari ne!
Ja mrzim bogove
I ove gore i ove dole i ove levo i ove desno
Ja bog nisam, ja sam trulo ljudsko meso
I nije tačno da generacije su sve gore i gore
Odavno je svet van kontrole
Brate, snobe
To što si ti odrastao na tome
Ne mora da bude najbolje, ne mislimo svi da si faca
Tone nas je, na tone, svako u tripu svome
Fantomi me progone al' nije to najgore
Gore od toga je disk koji se učitati ćene
Kene ne gnjavi mene
Ima barbika ko pleve

BMX, skejt, koš i lanci
Huškamo druge da dobiju po faci
Ja mogu i bez matrice, ja mogu i bez majka
Da bacim rime kô ti đubre sa osmoga sprata

Kada čujem škripu kreveta
Uvek mislim na jedno
Kako se čedna Sofija ložila na pimping fazon
Dok još pimping zonfa nije došao u Srbiju
Tih dana se pričalo o rascvetalim krajevima
Dve ulice dalje meni i maloj Sofi
Pune muške usne naređuju da budemo najlepše
I jesmo i širimo miris za lokalne blejače
Jer dugo je leto
Jer sve je tako konkretno
Jer raspust je i nama je dosadno

Eee Miki
E brate evo me došô sam sad sa tekme znači
Bodem, zabadam, pržim, ne bi verovala brate

Stvarnooo, i?

Pa šta šta iii
Popadali su svi i sve smo ih

BMX, skejt, koš i lanci
Huškamo druge da dobiju po faci
Ja mogu i bez matrice, mogu i bez majka
Da bacim rime kô ti đubre sa osmoga

Bmx

BMX clown

I gave the spray paint to a cracked-out kid
From juvie
His nose bloomed like spring
But it was October, wind and pollution
Blighted food, wretched children and me

What am I to do in this cold
In a 1991 tracksuit
And I have to go to college, I can’t go around with a lit-up nose
That’s like a smile without a companion
Like jacks on concrete, Slavija has turned into bad luck
Neither of us has money, but we have product
For free, because it’s only 10 a.m.
Whoever laid down with him last night didn’t sign a sleep contract
I’m dragging myself but with no intention of leaving
Out of spite, it starts up on the first try, I cut the power in half
And wait for something to fall on me and crush me
A meteor would be a good enough excuse
For today, or rather tonight, not to go out

BMX, skate, basketball and chains
We stir up others so they get hit in the face
I can even without the matrix, I can even without my mother
To drop rhymes like you drop garbage from the eighth floor

I live in a neighborhood full of kids and old people
They all get up early and go to bed early
Just when I’m sleeping, everything is at its peak
Whining and shouting, they’re unbearable parasites
Why does every song I start
Have to end as hate, that’s because I hate the whole world
Actually, no!
I hate gods
These above and these below, these to the left and these to the right
I’m not a god, I’m rotting human flesh
And it’s not true that generations are getting worse and worse
The world has been out of control for a long time
Man, snob
Just because you grew up with it
It doesn’t have to be the best, not everyone thinks you’re cool
There are tons of us, so many, each one on his own trip
Phantoms haunt me, but that’s not the worst of it
Worse than that is the disk that will load
Kene, don’t bother me
There are barbies like weeds

BMX, skate, basketball and chains
We stir up others so they get hit in the face
I can even without the matrix, I can even without my mother
To drop rhymes like you drop garbage from the eighth floor

When I hear the bed creak
I always think of one thing
How chaste Sofia laid down on the pimp’s style
While the pimp zone still hadn’t come to Serbia
In those days, people talked about blossoming regions
Two streets away from me and little Sofia
Full male lips order us to be the most beautiful
And we are and we spread the fragrance for the local bleaters
Because the summer is long
Because everything is so real
Because it’s vacation and we’re bored

Hey, Miki
Hey man, here I am, I just came from the game
I’m scoring, penetrating, roasting, you wouldn’t believe it

Really, and?

Well, what, what?
They all fell and we

BMX, skate, basketball and chains
We stir up others so they get hit in the face
I can even without the matrix, I can even without my mother
To drop rhymes like you drop garbage from the eighth one