Paroles et traduction Frenkie feat. Kontra & Indigo - 4 Zida

4 Zida

Guzva, buka, panika, po koga li su dosli
Jos uvijek nismo saznali gdje se nalaze prosli
Nisu nista pitali vec samo sila sirova
Bez m i casti, al prepuni su cinova
Stigle su kravate, segrti i kornjace
NVO i ombucmani i odobravat morace
Nebitne su ubice, smog i gladna usta
Rep je od danas najveci problem drustva
Palicom u bubrege, ustvari moze u glavu
Mrzi ih vecina pa su svakako na udaru
Ljudi silu postuju pa traze opravdanja
Realno ovi reperi pricaju razna sranja
Samo cvrsta ruka, samar preko zuba
Slomicu ti 4 elementa i jednu ljubav
Sitne oci, usko celo, izbacena vilica
Jel ti stvarno mislis dal kontas sta je lirika
Prvo vas prebroje pa nabace vam stigmu
Bolest, narkomanija, masvemija, sta stignu
Sve je stvar propagande, imaju sve alate
Progutace te zemlja, nestat ces sa karte
Prijatelji, poznanici, fanovi te blate
Jebi ga brate, poslovi, interesi i pare
Izdajnici naroda pisu svi portali
Treba ih zapalit su top komentari
Lajk

Kontra & Frenkie:

Pred djecom i repate imatel malo stida
Bolest, narkomanija, tetovaze, sida
Prljavi i agresivni od marihuane, speeda
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Mrs idi repaj u svoja 4 zida

Dosli su po folkere, bili su upravu
Hapsili su rokere, ja sam okreno glavu
Pankeri, nisam na njihovoj strani
Sad dosli su po repere, nema ko da nas brani
Sjecam se vremena najboljeg tandema
Kad smo konco i ja rokali bez problema
Kad je kritiku i poruku nosila pjesma
A danas u egzilu ilegala zesca
Raspisana potjera i zele nas vjesat
Jer pravi rep sa sundom nismo htjeli mijesat
Nekad heroji, danas izdajice nacije
Skrivamo se u sumama Skandinavije
Zele nas locirat i pronac nam kote
Na listi prioriteta k'o Assange Snowden
Salju detektive k'o Skali i Molder
Da pronadju dokaze i nas tajni folder
Ostajemo trn u oku za mainstream
Glavni neprijatelj za medije, rezim
Regrutujemo clanove u Sudanu i Kongu
I hrabro nastavljamo borbu

Kontra & Frenkie:

Pred djecom i repate imatel malo stida
Bolest, narkomanija, tetovaze, sida
Prljavi i agresivni od marihuane, speeda
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Idite repajte u svoja 4 zida
Mrs idi repaj u svoja 4 zida

4 Walls

Foul play, panic, who could they have come for
We still haven’t found out where the previous ones are
They didn’t ask any questions, just raw force
Without mercy or dignity, but full of sins
Ties, suits, tortoises have arrived
NGOs and ombudsmen will have to endorse it
Murderers, smog and hungry mouths are irrelevant
Rap is the biggest societal problem from now on
A nightstick to the kidneys, or perhaps to the head
The majority hate them so they are definitely under attack
People respect force, so they look for excuses
Realistically, these rappers talk all sorts of nonsense
Just a firm hand, a slap in the mouth
I’ll break the 4 elements and one love for you
Small eyes, narrow forehead, prominent jaw
Do you really think you understand what lyrics are
First they count you then they stigmatize you
Sickness, drug addiction, mass hysteria, whatever they say
It’s all propaganda, they have all the tools
The earth will swallow you, you’ll disappear from the map
Friends, acquaintances, fans slander you
Fuck it, dude, business, interests and money
Traitors of the people, write all the portals
They should be set alight, are the top comments
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Kontra & Frenkie:

In front of children, you rappers should feel a bit of shame
Sickness, drug addiction, tattoos, AIDS
Dirty and aggressive from marijuana, speed
Go rap in your own 4 walls
Go rap in your own 4 walls
Go rap in your own 4 walls
Go rap in your own 4 walls
You go rap in your own 4 walls

They came for folk singers, they were perfect
They arrested rockers, I turned my head
Punkers, I’m not on their side
Now they’ve come for rappers, there’s no one to defend us
I remember the times of the best tandem
When Konco and I rocked without any problems
When the song carried criticism and a message
But today, illegals in exile are losing their minds
An arrest warrant has been issued, they want to hang us
Because we didn’t want to mix true rap with garbage
Once heroes, now traitors to the nation
We’re hiding in the woods of Scandinavia
They want to locate us and find our HQ
On the priority list like Assange Snowden
They’re sending detectives like Scully and Mulder
To find evidence and our secret folder
We remain a thorn in the side for the mainstream
The main enemy for the media, the regime
We’re recruiting members in Sudan and Congo
And we bravely continue the fight

Kontra & Frenkie:

In front of children, you rappers should feel a bit of shame
Sickness, drug addiction, tattoos, AIDS
Dirty and aggressive from marijuana, speed
Go rap in your own 4 walls
Go rap in your own 4 walls
Go rap in your own 4 walls
Go rap in your own 4 walls
You go rap in your own 4 walls