Paroles et traduction Frenkie - Creme De La Creme Begins

Creme De La Creme Begins

Citam komentare na forumu fmjam-a
Joki opet sere oko svega
Sove imaju novu stvar pravo mi legla
Net mi koci, jebena dial up veza

Sa Edom i Soulom danas picim za Beograd
Idemo kod njih malo mikrofon odrat
Neka ekipa Basivity, s njima cemo nesto snimiti
Malo visiti, nazad spiciti

Moram priznat, prpa me malo hvata
Prvi put u Beograd nakon rata
Ko mu jebe mater valjda cemo preziviti
Par piva ce to sve smiriti

U studiju mali milion ljudi
Vip, Marcelo i neki Nigrutin ludi
Svi se druze, flase i dzoje kruze
Edo stao za majk i snima Suze

Marcelo me zeza i kaze, Frenk da tenk
Ajde da snimimo neki reprezent
Ja uzmem papir i napisem isti tren
Basivity i fmjam creme de la creme

Posle ljudi pitaju kako nastade ta pesma
K'o i svaka vredna cedjena je iz sjeba
I danas uz nju cmizdre i zovu je pesma jedan
Iako broj seksova u toj vezi bese ni jedan

Udario sevdah, sve kroz flasu gledam
Ljuto kunem crnu zenu, govna jedem cela
Kad eto ti tih dana bas poziv od Fmjam-a
Culi neke pesme pa zovu da tamo repam

Da idem prvi posle rata
Nemojte ljudi mene, vid'te da me riba vara
A sad mi ionako nije do zivota druze
Bolje dzihad nego nista, krenut cu pa sta bude

U ranac stavio pivo, pivo i onda jos piva
Jednom me bili pijanog, nije bolelo nista
Kloparam i sikam, a u glavi mi moj matori
Prica sto se nije menjala ni kad se zarati

Prica da su Bosanci dobricine i alkosi
Prica o drugarstvu i ceo taj stimung tadasnji
Tamo u Tuzli sretnem iste ljude kao te tad
Iako izmedju te dve price stoji rat

Ni jedan krivi pogled, ni jedna losa rec
Samo osmesi, zajebancija, cirkanje i respekt
I tako je i danas, ljudi se drze i druze
A naci fasisti nek prde svoje i nek mrze

Led se probijo, bine pucale pod nogama
Daj nam mikrofon i pive, a vi jebite se s drogama
Sami medju dogmama, kad repamo pomama
Iz studija na binu, stvar uzivo care bomba ba

Vanja moto ko lud, a mi motali pivo
Frenkie pise novu stvar, a maloprije jednu snim'o
Pa i ja bi ljudi snimao, evo snima cak i Galeb
Bilo nas je ko Kineza moras cekat' na red

Tol'ko skilova, stilova, rima, s hejtom ni jedne
Tu vecer predrasude su ko rukom odnesene
Odluke donesene, moramo ovo cesce
Za 'vake featove, beatove Toza ostavljaj nam cesce

Samo nam takvi sjest ce, za dusu i za repa
Care jebo pare, znas da volimo te Kepa
Krem de la krem, hejteri kite na celo
Majka glavatar na majku Frenkie i Marcelo

Creme De La Creme Begins

Reading comments on the fmjam forum, babe,
Joki's bitching about everything again.
Sove has a new track, I'm really digging it,
My internet's slow, damn dial-up connection.

Heading to Belgrade today with Edo and Soul,
Gonna rip the mic a bit at their place.
Some Bassivity crew, we'll record something with them,
Hang out a little, then head back.

Gotta admit, I'm a bit scared,
First time in Belgrade since the war.
Fuck it, we'll probably survive,
A couple of beers will calm everything down.

A million people in the studio,
Vip, Marcelo, and some crazy Nigrutin dude.
Everyone's hanging out, bottles and joints are circulating,
Edo's on the mic recording "Suze".

Marcelo's messing with me, saying, "Frenk, you're a tank,"
"Let's record a track representing both of us."
I grab a paper and write it down right there,
"Bassivity and fmjam, creme de la creme".

Later, people ask how that song came to be,
Like every worthwhile thing, it was born from chaos.
And even today, they cry to it and call it "song number one",
Even though the number of sexual encounters in that relationship was zero.

Sevdah hits me, I see everything through the bottle,
Bitterly cursing the black woman, eating shit whole.
Then, right around that time, a call from Fmjam,
They heard some songs and invited me to rap there.

Me, going first after the war?
Come on, guys, not me, my girl's cheating on me.
And anyway, I'm not in the mood for life right now, dude,
Jihad's better than nothing, I'll go and see what happens.

Packed my backpack with beer, beer, and then some more beer,
They beat me up once while I was drunk, didn't feel a thing.
I'm chattering and pissing, and in my head, it's my old man,
Telling the same story that never changed even during the war.

A story about Bosnians being good people and alcoholics,
A story about camaraderie and that whole atmosphere back then.
There in Tuzla, I meet the same people as back then,
Even though there's a war between those two stories.

Not a single sideways glance, not a single bad word,
Just smiles, jokes, drinking, and respect.
And it's still like that today, people stick together and hang out,
And let the goddamn fascists fart their own and hate.

The ice was broken, stages cracked under our feet,
Give us a microphone and some beers, and you can fuck yourselves with drugs.
Alone among dogmas, when we rap, it's madness,
From the studio to the stage, the live performance is a goddamn bomb, babe.

Vanja's driving like crazy, and we're rolling joints,
Frenkie's writing a new track, having just recorded one.
I'd be recording too, man, even Galeb's recording,
There were so many of us, you had to wait in line like the Chinese.

So many skills, styles, rhymes, not a single one with hate,
That night, prejudices were swept away.
Decisions were made, we have to do this more often,
Toza, leave us beats like this more often for these kinds of features.

Only those like us will sit right, for the soul and for the rap,
Dude, fuck money, you know we love you, Kepa.
Creme de la creme, haters can kiss our asses,
Mother's the boss, Frenkie and Marcelo on the mic.