Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Povratak

Povratak

Đafe Hamurabi
Sindikat, najveći majstori

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 šta je bilo smradovi
Ušinuli su vam se vratovi
Dok nas gledate na bini kako kidamo k'o terminatori
Pacovi pakosni, Ustaški plagijtori

Sindikat vam kuca na vrata da vas zauvek zatvori
I sad kažeš 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 k'o popovi, da vam se ne znaju grobovi
Da nemate ni roda ni poroda, kad vas uništimo lopovi
Stiže Đafe Korleone, iz Dorćolske B zone

Ra ta ta ta ta ta, čašice se lome some
Divi pljujem ogromne strofe, preko matrica od prote
Jer kad mačke nema dugo, miševi 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 đoke
Sindikat tu je opet, jači nego foke
Sindikat tu je opet, vraća se na posed, ruke gore!

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno, kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Vidi, vidi, debelo ljut sam k'o Bigi
Na sceni stanje mučno, zato okret pod ručnom
Kada sindikalni pokret na ulici je opet
Mikrofon je otet, stručno, kada bučno upadam ja
Fontana gerilac, sa drugara par, glavni krivac
Čije rime su repetirane 'gije
Za primer hapse MC-je

Jer dugo nije, bilo me na livadi zato
Pos'o ću da pri'vatim, korov treba kidati
A onda obrok ću da pripremim k'o glavno jelo
Poješću te celoga za prilog
Zasladiću se stilom, jer krađe dosta je bilo
A pazi sada ovo i za staro i za novo
Što se tiče škole, tivaj me za dole
I pazi šta ću reći, mi smo prvi i drugi i treći

Proći ćeš k'o Knezovi u seči
Pa ćeš brzo put preći od stojeci do ležeći
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
Trenir'o k'o De Niro, taksista sam ludak
Da odvali mi prvak, s rimom koju čuvam ja

Ali bla bla, za 102.2
Sindikalni razbojnik i baraba
I u Supermenov znak mi nabudžili smo B
Pa Sindikat ima snagu nadljudsku
Što si pomislio sad, zadrži za sebe
Jer si kreten, lažni reper
Zato skloni se od mene
Jer ovo je BS, mikrofon je Mesija
Za zavežite pičketine

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno, kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Reperi, manekeni glume gangsteraj
Od scene napraviše kupleraj
Prazne priče, šminka, fenseraj
I Shef Sale više nema strpljenja
Dosta smo se pravili fini
Ajde pičketino zini
Progutaj moje uvrede, a onda reci izvini
Jer idu mi na kurac svi reperi tebi slični

Svi reperi paraziti, što tripuju da su krimi
Scene Mili Vanili, šatro odani firmi
A prodali bi dušu, za svoje mesto na bini
Nažalost ne ide tako
Narod je prozreo vaš blef
Brukate domaći rep, al' osvetiće ga Shef
Kao oštrica Božije pravde, spuštam se na Zemlju
Narodu da vratim veru, da reanimiram scenu
Gnev sindikata na delu, pretnja svakom manekenu
I dok ne istrebim gamad, neću promeniti temu

Ma neću ni da trošim reči na jajare, funjare
I na sve one cave što iza leđa su se šunjale
Na sve koji bunjare, samo nešto tu da ućare
A namazani, premazani šminkom kao cupike
Slušam likove fejkuju, gledam likove foliraju
K'o da se bave pantomimom, pa im pos'o da imitiraju
I tužno je to što vidim, al' i smešno samim tim
Pa plačem od smeha k'o da gledam crtani film

Znam jedno je kad trezan si, drugo je kad se napiješ
A to što odavde si, jebi ga, ne mo'š to da sakriješ
Živimo, gde živimo usred zakuvanog sranja
Al' u pitanju je BG, ajmo malo poštovanja
Ovde prate me trubači, ne iz geta neki čame
Ali ne ličim na repera već na ortaka iz kafane

Jer dotak'o sam dno života, birajući stranputice
Zato gruvam rime k'o iz jebene haubice
Evo ja ću biti sudija, a moja ekipa porota
I Sodoma i Gomora, ako obuzme te pohlepa
Čujem cave prozivaju eto novog povoda
Da rokam kao šmajser, na mikrofonu Vojvoda

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno, kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Koren sveg zla, novac te zarazio osnovac
Ti si usijana glava, a ja na takve lovac
Noću dok spavaš mirno, sanjaš 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 znaš šta te čeka
Dok se voziš gradom, mrštiš, s' krovova te vrebam
Gepard M1 kroz metal 12,7
Kriješ BG naglasak da se provučeš k'o Hrvat
U masi 2000 Agram kosi sve k'o pljusak

Da me smekšaš, tuđe fore vadiš iz šteka
Pomodan si neka, sad iz spektra, smeju se k'o deca
Na duel bi da izađeš, kažeš pravi k'o nekad
U jednoj ruci mikrofon, u drugoj buldog čeka
Nemaš gde da pobegneš, moj vektor SS7-7
Scenu držim k'o bedem, grebem, neosvojiv za tebe
Zapljuskuješ glupostima, bez potrebe talasaš
Oduvaće te FAMAS 7-4 kalaš
Pali gajbi, pusti kraljeve da vladaju
SBS-a rime parabelum, MC-jevi stradaju

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno, kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno, kidaćemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci, ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio, nema više izvini
Kraljevi metafore, sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba, kidaćemo najbolje

The Return

Đafe Hamurabi (Djafe Hammurabi)
Syndicate, the greatest masters

For a long time you tried to push us into oblivion, baby
But now we've returned, stronger than ever
The Syndicate is the only one, the best masters
The great builders of this hip-hop scene
We didn't just throw rhymes, we built the foundation
And what happened, you scumbags?
Your necks stiffened
While you watch us on stage tearing it up like Terminators
Vicious rats, Ustaše plagiarists

Syndicate is knocking on your door to shut you down forever, darling
And now you say don't, old man, weren't we cool?
Just remember a few days ago how much we helped you
Get lost, you poisons, die of envy
Down on your knees because the Gods are coming
To bury you like priests, so your graves are unknown
So you have no kin or offspring, when we destroy you thieves
Đafe Corleone is coming, from the Dorćol B Zone

Ra ta ta ta ta ta, the glasses are breaking, sweetheart
I spit huge verses, over Prota's beats
Because when the cat's away for too long, the mice will play
Hands up, everyone on the floor, heads in the drawers
While I shake out these rhymes like half a kilo of coke
And nobody move, don't you dare mess around
Syndicate is here again, stronger than seals
Syndicate is here again, returning to the estate, hands up!

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Forever together, we will tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Let's go now, fire, we'll tear it up the best

Look, look, I'm seriously angry like Biggie
The situation on the scene is sickening, so I'm pulling the handbrake
When the union movement is on the street again
The microphone is snatched, expertly, when I burst in loudly
Fontana guerrilla, with a couple of friends, the main culprit
Whose rhymes are repeated lines
They arrest MCs for example

Because I haven't been in the meadow for a long time, so
I'm going to privatize the job, the weeds need to be pulled out
And then I'll prepare a meal like a main course
I'll eat you whole as a side dish
I'll sweeten up with style, because enough is enough with the stealing
And now pay attention to this, both for the old and for the new
As for school, tie me down
And watch what I'm going to say, we are the first, the second and the third

You'll go through like the Princes in the slaughter
So you'll quickly go from standing to lying down
Because you're a Doberman, but we are Pitbulls
You're a shark in the sea, we are killer whales
And this was supposed to be my first rhyme
Let everyone blow me, everyone raps like a Croat
Trained like De Niro, I'm a crazy taxi driver
For the champion to blow me away, with a rhyme that I keep

But blah blah, for 102.2
Union robber and scoundrel
And we pimped the B into the Superman sign
So the Syndicate has superhuman strength
What you thought just now, keep it to yourself
Because you're an idiot, a fake rapper
So get away from me
Because this is BS, the microphone is the Messiah
So tie up, bitches

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Forever together, we will tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Let's go now, fire, we'll tear it up the best

Rappers, models playing gangster
They turned the scene into a brothel
Empty stories, makeup, posing
And Shef Sale has no more patience
We've pretended to be nice long enough
Come on bitch, open wide
Swallow my insults, and then say you're sorry
Because I'm sick of all rappers like you

All parasite rappers who think they're criminals
Milli Vanilli scenes, supposedly loyal to the firm
And they 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 embarrassing domestic rap, but Shef will avenge it
Like the blade of God's justice, I descend to Earth
To restore faith to the people, to resuscitate the scene
The wrath of the syndicate at work, a threat to every model
And until I exterminate the vermin, I won't change the subject

I won't even waste words on ball-less wonders, whores
And on all those pussies who sneaked behind our backs
On all those who just want to profit
And all dolled up with makeup like dolls
I listen to guys faking, I watch guys pretending
As if they're doing pantomime, and their job is to imitate
And it's sad what I see, but it's also funny at the same time
So I'm crying with laughter like I'm watching a cartoon

I know one thing is when you're sober, another is when you're drunk
And the fact that you're from here, damn it, you can't hide that
We live where we live, in the middle of a fucked up mess
But it's BG in question, let's have some respect
Trumpeters follow me here, not some chumps from the ghetto
But I don't look like a rapper, but like a buddy from a tavern

Because I hit rock bottom, choosing the wrong paths
That's why I'm blasting 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 takes over you
I hear pussies calling out, here's a new reason
To rock like a Schmeisser, Vojvoda on the microphone

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Forever together, we will tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Let's go now, fire, we'll tear it up the best

The root of all evil, money infected you, elementary school kid
You're a hothead, and I'm a hunter for those kinds
At night while you sleep peacefully, you dream of being a star
And I'm an old, mega star, ready in both hands
I kick down doors, I raid like MOSAD
You're not safe anywhere, you never know what awaits you
While you're driving through the city, frowning, I'm lurking from the rooftops
Gepard M1 through metal 12.7
You're hiding your BG accent to slip through like a Croat
In a crowd of 2000, Agram mows everything down like a downpour

To soften me up, you pull out other people's tricks from the stash
You're trendy, now from the spectrum, they laugh like children
You want to go to a duel, you say real like back in the day
Microphone in one hand, bulldog waiting in the other
You have nowhere to run, my vector SS7-7
I hold the scene like a rampart, I scratch, unconquerable for you
You're splashing with nonsense, making waves unnecessarily
FAMAS 7-4 Kalash will blow you away
Go home, let the kings rule
SBS rhymes parabellum, MCs are perishing

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Forever together, we will tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Let's go now, fire, we'll tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Forever together, we will tear it up the best

Microphone in hand, madmen on stage
Syndicate is back, no more apologies
Kings of metaphor, as long as they don't lock us up
Let's go now, fire, we'll tear it up the best