Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Povratak

Povratak

Dugo ste nas u zaborav gurali
Al sad smo se ponovo vratili
Sindikat je jedini
Najbolji majstori
Veliki neimari ove hip-hop scene
Mi nismo bacali rime mi smo dizali temelj
I sta je bilo smradovi usinuli su vam se vratovi
Dok nas gledate na bini kako kidamo ko terminatori
Pacovi pakosni ustaski plagijtori
Sindikat vam kuca na vrata da vas zauvek zatvori
I sad kazes nemoj matori
Zar nismo bili gotivni
Seti se samo pre par ′dina koliko smo vam pomogli
Ma terajte se otrovi
Crknite u ljubomori
Dole na kolena jer dolaze bogovi
Da vas sahrane ko popovi
Da vam se ne znaju grobovi
Da nemate ni roda ni poroda
Kad vas unistimo lopovi
Stize DJAFE KORLEONE
Iz dorcolske B zone
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
Casice se lome some
Divi pljujem ogromne strofe
Preko matrica od prote
Jer kad macke nema dugo
Misevi kolo vode
Ruke gore svi na pod glave u fioke
Dok istresem ove rime kao pola kile koke
I nemoj niko da je mrdnuo da ne zaglabate djoke
Sindikat tu je opet jaci nego foke
Sindikat tu je opet vraca se na posed
RUKE GORE

[Refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

Vidi vidi debelo ljut sam k'o Bigi
Na sceni stanje muchno zato okret pod ruchnom
Kada sindikalni pokret na ulici je opet
Mikrofon je otet strucno kada bucno upadam ja
Fontana gerilac, sa drugara par glavni krivac
Cije rime su repetirane ′gije
Za primer hapse MC-je
Jer dugo nije, bilo me na livadi zato
Pos'o cu da pri'vatim, korov treba kidati
A onda obrok cu da pripremim k′o glavno jelo
Pojescu te celoga za prilog
Zasladicu se stilom, jer kradje dosta je bilo
A pazi sada ovo i za staro i za novo
Sto se tice skole, tivaj me za dole
I pazi sat cu reci, mi smo prvi i drugi i treci
Proci ces k′o knezovi u seci
Pa ces brzo put preci od stojeci do lezeci
Jer doberman si ti, al mi smo pitovi
Ajkula u moru si, mi ubice kitovi
A ovo je trebalo da bude moja rima prva
Nek mi kurac duva, svako repuje k'o Hrvat
Treniro k′o De Niro, taksista sam ludak
Da odvali mi prvak, s rimom koju cuvam ja
Ali bla bla, za 102.2
Sindikalni razbojnik i baraba
I u Supermenov znak mi nabudzili smo B
Pa sindikat ima snagu nadljudsku
Sto si pomislio sad, zadrzi sa sebe
Jer si kreten lazni reper
Zato skloni se od mene
Jer ovo je BS, mikrofon je Mesija, ZAVEZITE PICKETINE

[Refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

Reperi, manekeni glume gangsteraj
Od scene napravise kupleraj
Prazne price sminka fenseraj
I Shef Sale vise nema strpljenja
Dosta smo se pravili fini
Ajde picketino zini
Progutaj moje uvrede a onda reci izvini
Jer idu mi na kurac svi reperi tebi slicni
Svi reperi paraziti sto tripuju da su krimi
Scene Mili Vanili, satro odani firmi
A prodali bi dusu za svoje mesto na bini
Na zalost ne ide tako narod je prozreo vas blef
Brukate domaci rep al osvetice ga Shef
Kao ostrica Bozije pravde spustam se na Zemlju
Narodu da vratim veru da reanimiram scenu
Gnev sindikata na delu
Pretnja svakom manekenu
I sve dok ne istrebim gamad necu promeniti temu

Ma necu ni da trosim reci na jajare, funjare
I na sve one cave sto iza ledja su se sunjale
Na sve koji bunare, samo nesto tu da ucare
A namazani, premazani sminkom kao cupike
Slusam likove frenkuju, gledam likove foliraju
K'o da se bave pantomimom pa im posao da imitiraju
I tuzno je to sto vidim, al i smesno samim tim
Pa placem od smeha k′o da gledam crtani film
Znam jedno je kad trezan si, drugo je kad se napijes
A to sto odavde si, jebi ga, ne mozes to da sakrijes
Zivimo, gde zivimo usred zakuvanog sranja
Al u pitanju je BG ajmo malo postovanja
Ovde prate me trubaci, ne iz geta neki chame
Ali ne licim na repera vec na ortaka iz kafane
Dotakao sam dno zivota, birajuci stranputice
Zato rokam rime k; o iz jebene haubice
Evo ja cu biti sudija, a moja ekipa porota
I Sodoma i Gomora ako obuzme te pohlepa
Cujem cave prozivaju eto novog povoda
Da rokam kao smajser na mikrofonu vojvoda

[Refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

Koren sveg zla novac te zarazi osnovac
Ti si usijana glava a ja na takve lovac
Nocu dok spavas mirno sanjas da si zvezda
A ja star, mega star, u obe ruke spreman
Nogom lomim vrata k'o MOSAD radim prepad
Nisi siguran nigde, nikad ne znas sta te ceka
Dok se vozis gradom, mrstis, s krovova te vrebam
Moj gepard M1 kroz metal 12, 7
Krijes BG naglasak da se provuces k′o Hrvat
U masi 2000 Agram kosi sve ko pljusak
Da me smeksas tudje fore vadis iz steka
Pomodan si neka, sav rispektan(?)
Smeju se k'o deca
Na duel bi da izadjes kazes pravi k'o nekad
U jednoj ruci mikrofon u drugoj buldog ceka
Nemas gde da pobegnes
Moj vektor SS7
Scenu drzim ko bedem, neosvojiv za tebe
Zapljuskujes glupostima, bez potrebe talasas
Oduvace te FAMAS 7-4 kalas
Pali gajbi pusti kraljeve da vladaju
SBS-a parabelum MC-jevi stradaju

[Refren]X2
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

The Return

You've been pushing us into oblivion for so long
But now we're back again
Sindikat is the only one
The best masters
The great builders of this hip-hop scene
We didn't just throw rhymes, we laid the foundation
And what happened, assholes, your necks got stiff
While you watch us on stage tearing it up like Terminators
Spiteful rats, Ustasha plagiarists
Sindikat is knocking on your door to shut you down forever
And now you say, "Don't, old man"
Weren't we cool?
Just remember a few years ago how much we helped you
Get the hell out of here, you poisons
Die in your jealousy
Down on your knees because the gods are coming
To bury you like priests
So that your graves are unknown
So that you have no family or offspring
When we destroy you, thieves
Here comes DJAFE KORLEONE
From the Dorcol B zone
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
Glasses break, bitch
Divi spits huge verses
Over Prote's beats
Because when the cat is away for a long time
The mice lead the dance
Hands up, everyone on the floor, into the drawers
While I shake out these rhymes like half a kilo of coke
And don't let anyone move, so you don't get jokes
Sindikat is here again, stronger than seals
Sindikat is here again, returning to its possession
HANDS UP

[Chorus]
Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Forever together, we'll tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Let's fire now and tear it up the best

Look, look, I'm fat and angry like Biggie
The scene is disgusting, so I turn the handbrake
When the union movement is back on the street again
The microphone is expertly snatched when I burst in loudly
Fontana guerrilla, with a couple of friends, the main culprit
Whose rhymes are repeated 'gije'
For example, they arrest MCs
Because I haven't been in the meadow for a long time, that's why
I'll privatize, the weeds need to be pulled out
And then I'll prepare a meal like the main course
I'll eat you whole as a side dish
I'll sweeten myself with style, because enough of stealing
And watch this now, both for the old and the new
As for school, tie me down
And watch, I'll say, we are first and second and third
You'll pass like princes in the section
And then you'll quickly go from standing to lying down
Because you're a Doberman, but we're pit bulls
You're a shark in the sea, we're killer whales
And this was supposed to be my first rhyme
Let my dick blow, everyone raps like a Croat
I trained like De Niro, I'm a crazy taxi driver
To blow me away, champion, with a rhyme I keep
But blah blah, for 102.2
Union robber and bandit
And in Superman's sign, we boosted the B
So the union has superhuman strength
What you thought now, keep it to yourself
Because you're a fake rapper idiot
So get away from me
Because this is BS, the microphone is Messiah, TIE YOUR PUSSIES

[Chorus]
Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Forever together, we'll tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Let's fire now and tear it up the best

Rappers, models, playing gangster
They turned the scene into a brothel
Empty stories, makeup, fakeness
And Shef Sale has no more patience
We've been pretending to be nice for long enough
Come on, bitch, open up
Swallow my insults and then say sorry
Because I hate all rappers like you
All parasite rappers who think they're criminals
Scene Milli Vanilli, supposedly loyal to the firm
And would sell their souls for their place on stage
Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way, the people have seen through your bluff
You're messing up domestic rap, but Shef will avenge it
Like the blade of God's justice, I descend to Earth
To restore people's faith, to revive the scene
The wrath of the union in action
A threat to every model
And until I exterminate the vermin, I won't change the subject

I won't even waste words on assholes, fuckers
And on all those bitches who were sneaking behind their backs
On all who well, just to conjure something up there
And smeared, coated with makeup like whores
I listen to guys frenking, I watch guys faking
As if they're doing pantomime, so let them imitate
And it's sad what I see, but it's also funny
So I cry with laughter as if I'm watching a cartoon
I know one thing when you're sober, another when you're drunk
And the fact that you're from here, fuck it, you can't hide that
We live where we live, in the middle of a fucked up mess
But it's about BG, let's have some respect
Here trumpeters follow me, not some charms from the ghetto
But I don't look like a rapper, but like a friend from a tavern
I touched the bottom of life, choosing wrong paths
That's why I rock rhymes like from a fucking howitzer
Here, I'll be the judge, and my crew will be the jury
And Sodom and Gomorrah if greed overcomes you
I hear bitches calling out, here's another reason
To rock like a machine gun on the microphone, duke

[Chorus]
Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Forever together, we'll tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Let's fire now and tear it up the best

The root of all evil, money infects you, elementary school student
You're a hothead, and I'm a hunter for such people
At night, while you sleep peacefully, you dream of being a star
And I'm old, mega star, ready in both hands
I break doors with my foot like MOSAD, I do a raid
You're not safe anywhere, you never know what's waiting for you
While you drive around the city, frowning, I lurk from the rooftops
My cheetah M1 through metal 12, 7
You're hiding your BG accent to slip through like a Croat
In the crowd of 2000, Agram mows everyone down like a downpour
To soften me up, you're pulling out other people's tricks from the deck
You're fashionable, all respectable(?)
They laugh like children
You want to go out on a duel, you say real like in the old days
In one hand a microphone, in the other a bulldog waits
You have nowhere to run
My vector SS7
I hold the scene like a rampart, unconquerable for you
You splash nonsense, you wave unnecessarily
FAMAS 7-4 kalas will blow you away
Get out of the cage, let the kings rule
SBS-a parabellum MCs suffer

[Chorus]X2
Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Forever together, we'll tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Sindikat is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor until they lock us up
Let's fire now and tear it up the best