Paroles et traduction Djecaci - Dinamit

Dinamit

Keep it real mother fucker
Pušimo dinamit, na krovu nebodera sve se dimi
Ko ono vata ten na otrovnoj mjesečini?
Vojko vrućina okružen oblakom vrana
Jebem grupije u šupak i ne obrišu ga 4 dana
Pokucam ti na vrata od stana, pogledaj špijunku:
Ćelavi ubojica sa smrznutim lennonkama
London london, dodaj megafon
Obavijest reperima, sklonite se iz sjene zeppelina
Sinko ovo je visokovoltažni rap
Mladi nikola tesla izdajem album za HEP
Šmokljanski crunk, tupac se okriće u grobu
Dica pišu thug life kemiskom na drobu, iman
Disko kuglu umisto glave, glavu umisto
Disko kugle, kvisko je proguta botun
Vrućina je pritisa botun parlafona od sotone
Da mi otvori portun, vučem hip hop za kosu
Nazad u prljavi podrum di kocke leda
Kotrljaju nizaskale, lajnovi lepršaju ka
Zastave na buri postnuklearne pustinje halo
Radio luxemburg: tipkovnice su prašnjave
Plutonij... kapa... s tripijevog beata
Ovo govno će svirat na odjavnoj špici svita
Kad budeš moga pročitat ko je glavna uloga
I ko je glumia koga? kakvim mecima je izvršen
Atentat na boga? dvanaest tisuća i sedme
Zdravka škendera svrbi kibernetička noga
Super zločinac, držim majk sa robotskim stiskom
Uđem u tripio disko jašući metalnog nosoroga
BITCH
Eeyhhhh Glad glad glad
Grafiti s druge strane kože, u snu hrčem beatbox
Bubnjići puštaju semplove, srce tuče non stop
Ljubičasti trip hop, a svaka sitnija
Aritmija ka da je pobjegla sa hard diska tripija
Za mrtve mcije ne lijem alkohol po pločniku
Niste nikakva novost ka štap od metle u ročniku
Battle rap je prepun sranja, palim batmobil
Johnny depp ovog rap sranja, svaki pedofil
Mijenja psihička stanja, skače s litice stana
Kad sazna da nismo ono šta ime sugerira
Pola dječaka na beatu šta ga aco orkestrira
Kola hitne u splitu i znaš šta u njima svira
Upaljena rotacija, drugi, špica i vrućina
Pacijenta bez noge odjednom vata mučnina
Boca viskija u tripija, a on je za volanom
Preoteli smo vam scenu i držimo je za stalno
Ko još ovako lebdi između snarea i života
Bez da se na mjestu zaledi ka vojska terakota
Imam planetu na dlanu iz koje vire šiljci
Krv kapa, stišćem ju sve dok ne ispadnu vijci
Kuje se lijepe na nas ka insekti na nektar
Tolko sljedbenika, ljudi misle da smo neka sekta

Dynamite

Keep it real, motherfucker
We're smoking dynamite, everything's going up in smoke on the skyscraper roof
Who's that catching a tan in the poisonous moonlight?
Vojko the heat, surrounded by a cloud of crows
I fuck groups in the ass and they don't wipe it for 4 days
I knock on your apartment door, look through the peephole:
Bald killer with frozen Lennon glasses
London, London, pass the megaphone
Announcement to rappers, get out of the Zeppelin's shadow
Son, this is high-voltage rap
Young Nikola Tesla, I'm releasing an album for HEP
Hillbilly crunk, Tupac is turning in his grave
Kids write "thug life" with a pen on their stomachs, I have
A disco ball instead of a head, a head instead of
A disco ball, the pussy swallowed the button
The heat pressed the button on the intercom from Satan
To open the gate for me, I'm dragging hip hop by the hair
Back to the dirty basement where ice cubes
Roll down the stairs, lines flutter like
Flags in the storm of a post-nuclear desert, hello
Radio Luxembourg: the keyboards are dusty
Plutonium... a hood... from Tripio's beat
This shit will play during the end credits of the world
When you can read who's the main character
And who was playing whom? What kind of bullets were used
In the assassination of God? Twelve thousand and seventh
Zdravka Škender's cybernetic leg itches
Supervillain, I hold the mic with a robotic grip
I enter Tripio's disco riding a metal rhinoceros
BITCH
Eeyhhhh Glad glad glad
Graffiti on the other side of the skin, I beatbox in my sleep
Eardrums release samples, my heart beats nonstop
Purple trip hop, and every little
Arrhythmia is like it escaped from Tripio's hard drive
I don't pour alcohol on the sidewalk for dead homies
You're not a novelty, like a broomstick in a boot
Battle rap is full of shit, I'm lighting up the Batmobile
Johnny Depp of this rap shit, every pedophile
Changes mental states, jumps off the cliff of the apartment
When he finds out we're not what the name suggests
Half of the boys on the beat that Aco orchestrates
Ambulance sirens in Split and you know what's playing in them
Lights flashing, Drugi, Špica and Vrućina
A patient without a leg suddenly feels nauseous
Tripio has a bottle of whiskey, and he's behind the wheel
We stole the scene from you and we're holding it permanently
Who else floats like this between snares and life
Without freezing in place like the Terracotta Army
I have a planet in my palm with spikes sticking out of it
Blood is dripping, I'm squeezing it until the screws fall out
Bitches stick to us like insects to nectar
So many followers, people think we're some kind of cult