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Caur Līkumiem

Daudzi nesaprot, kaut šitais nav igauņu reps
Bet vairs necepos, kaut par to jau bij′ daudzi teksti
Naida izpausme? Nezinu, vai izsauks man besi
Kamēr izkaujas citi, es laikam izaudzis esu
Pazūd tas, kas tev bija līdzās, gadi nesās
"Tu nespēj," – to tev visdrīzāk saka vecāki
Es biju mazs, dzēru naktis, šī bij' traka dekāde
Piedod, bļaģ, neatceros visus datus detāli
Tā vadu dienas, daru sūdus, radu dziesmas nelaikā
Tās pašas kļūdas, jā, dažas lietas nemainās
Ir bažas, prieks, redzi mana iela nelaistās
Lietus? Pagalms ir kā sala liela negaisā
Klīdu viens, bītu liec tik′ garu
Tas ir brīnums, ka tagad Rīga šķiet tik maza
Tad bij' Britnija, bet tagad hītu dzied Rihanna
Brīži skrien, dzīve, tā caur līkumiem tik' vada

Ļauj man apsēsties, atgūt elpu
Kad uzlieku mūziku pazūd telpa
Es sev noticu, un pajūk velni
Audz, tikai bērnam visu gribās dabūt par velti
Gribi paradīzi – dabū Elli
Meklē sevī – slīcināsies alū velti
Es sev noticu, un pajūk velni
Audz, tikai bērnam visu gribās dabūt par velti

Tagad plāni izsisties ar firmu, vai patentu
Vecās dziesmas? Tikai tagad dzirdu to akcentu
Big Pun, Biggijs – mani uz to pielauza viņi
Tagad sevi ieraugu, esmu nedaudz pieaudzis, zini
Mani maina laiks, bet ne par grasi tās finanses
Viss ir būtībā – ogleklis ir grafīts un dimants
Moš′ esmu radīts mūzikai kā tai te radīts ir "Winamp′s"
Laiks rādīs, to nepateiks man rabīns vai imams
Mūsu izbrīns šeit pazūd kā visiem piķis
Ja mēs lidotu arī tas kļūtu ikdienišķi
Nu, vismaz dod te sulūtus, citiem miķus
Ziniet, likšu šajā gaumes karā visiem niču
Es kļūdos, bet to prakse labos
Ar laiku būšu cits, pretrunas, tu saki, sarodas?
Bet nāks pieredze, ko tu iesaki? Es prasu padomu
Sekot idejām, kas radās 30 vai padsmit gados

Ļauj man apsēsties, atgūt elpu
Kad uzlieku mūziku pazūd telpa
Es sev noticu, un pajūk velni
Audz, tikai bērnam visu gribās dabūt par velti
Gribi paradīzi – dabū Elli
Meklē sevī – slīcināsies alū velti
Es sev noticu, un pajūk velni
Audz, tikai bērnam visu gribās dabūt par velti

Došu trakāk, tā kā pats es agrāk nedarīju
To pierādu sev, es tevi pat blakām nemanīju
Un kāpēc? Moš' to kādreiz atklās terapija
Visas pakāpes kamolu man kaklā neradīja
Dzīve ir matemātika, kur visi fakti jāzin
Man uz takts ir jābilst pat, ja visur līdzi klade jānes
Uz skatuves ir jālec pat, ja bīda mani pālis
Laikam vēl nav pazudis tas labais tīņu maksimālisms
Ja besī, mani diskutēt nesauc
Tavas domas mani netraumē – es ticu sev nedaudz
Uz bīta visu spēju, tu to vari izturēt, nekauc
Kaut esi tik sīks, ka taisi man te diss′u vēl nejauku
Neesmu drūms, kaut reizēm tendēts uz klusumu
Es pasmaidu, kaut vai tik', lai trenētu muskuļus
Zini, pat sirmā vecumā, kad beigas mani skars
Būšu pietiekami bērnišķīgs, lai teiktu man ir garš

Ļauj man apsēsties, atgūt elpu
Kad uzlieku mūziku pazūd telpa
Es sev noticu, un pajūk velni
Audz, tikai bērnam visu gribās dabūt par velti
Gribi paradīzi – dabū Elli
Meklē sevī – slīcināsies alū velti
Es sev noticu, un pajūk velni
Audz, tikai bērnam visu gribās dabūt par velti

Through the Curves

Many don't get it, although this isn’t Estonian rap,
But I don't sweat it no more, already wrote about it in many texts.
An expression of hate? Don't know if it will summon demons on me,
While others are battling it out, I think I've grown up already.
What was by your side is lost, years are fleeting.
"You can't," – that's what your parents will most likely tell you.
I was young, drank the nights away, this was a crazy decade.
Sorry, damn, I don't remember all the dates in detail.
This is how I spend my days, doing shit, creating songs at the wrong time.
The same mistakes, yeah, some things never change.
There are worries, joy, see, my street won't let up.
Rain? The courtyard is like a big island in a storm.
I wander alone, cast a long shadow.
It's a wonder that Riga now seems so small.
Back then it was Britney, now Rihanna's singing the hits.
Moments fly by, life, it only leads you through the curves.

Let me sit down, catch my breath.
When I put on music, the space disappears.
I believe in myself, and the devils crumble.
Growing up, only a child wants to get everything for free.
Want paradise – you get Hell.
Search within yourself – you'll drown yourself in beer in vain.
I believe in myself, and the devils crumble.
Growing up, only a child wants to get everything for free.

Now the plans are to break through with a company or a patent.
Old songs? Only now I hear that accent.
Big Pun, Biggie – they let me into that.
Now I see myself, I've grown up a little, you know.
Time changes me, but not my finances one bit.
Everything is essentially – carbon is graphite and diamond.
Maybe I'm made for music like "Winamp" was made for it.
Time will tell, a rabbi or an imam won't tell me that.
Our wonder here disappears like everyone's money.
If we flew, even that would become mundane.
Well, at least give me juices, others mics.
You know, I'll niche everyone in this taste war.
I make mistakes, but practice will fix it.
With time, I'll be different, contradictions, you say, arise?
But experience will come, what do you suggest? I'm asking for advice.
Follow ideas that were born 30 or 15 years ago?

Let me sit down, catch my breath.
When I put on music, the space disappears.
I believe in myself, and the devils crumble.
Growing up, only a child wants to get everything for free.
Want paradise – you get Hell.
Search within yourself – you'll drown yourself in beer in vain.
I believe in myself, and the devils crumble.
Growing up, only a child wants to get everything for free.

I'll go harder, like I didn't before.
I'm proving that to myself, I didn't even notice you next to me.
And why? Maybe therapy will reveal it someday.
All the stages didn't create a lump in my throat.
Life is mathematics, where you need to know all the facts.
I have to stay on beat even if I have to carry a notepad everywhere.
I have to jump on stage even if my fear is overwhelming me.
Maybe that good teenage maximalism hasn't disappeared yet.
If it annoys you, don't call me to discuss it.
Your thoughts don't traumatize me – I believe in myself a little.
I can do anything on the beat, you can handle it, don't whine.
Even though you're so small that you're making a nasty diss track about me.
I'm not gloomy, although sometimes I tend to be silent.
I smile, even if just a little, to train my muscles.
You know, even in old age, when the end touches me,
I'll be childish enough to say I've had fun.

Let me sit down, catch my breath.
When I put on music, the space disappears.
I believe in myself, and the devils crumble.
Growing up, only a child wants to get everything for free.
Want paradise – you get Hell.
Search within yourself – you'll drown yourself in beer in vain.
I believe in myself, and the devils crumble.
Growing up, only a child wants to get everything for free.