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Ja Sam Ulica

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Ovo jebanje je majke
Da shvate me seljacine treb'o bi snimat cajke
I pricat bajke, popapat malo kemije
Uklopit se u smrad glupe disko dizenterije

Spustit gace k'o sto spustaju kriterije
Da klinac moze drkat vikendima kad se prepije
I nema faksa za balkansko stanje uma
Ni uma ni stanja, to je samo dobra gluma

Il' fortuna za sve one karizmaticne
Ko vam jebe mater, imam rime fantasticne

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Ja sam ulica,
U oblaku sam dima
Bacam rijeci u obliku mojih rima
Pozdrav svima, letim, glava klima
U oblaku sam dima

Uznojen do kostiju skidam dekusciman
Jer stvarnost nije drukcija od onoga sto snivam
Milanovicu, pozdravi mi puno Slavka Linica
Lexa Perkovica, punu sumu tintilica

Ja sam reper sto te gadja ostrim slovima
Obrve k'o Mesic, ali nisam u masonima
E jebi ga, dijete sam hardcore-a
Kanaderom se zabijam u toranj agrokora

Znam, politika je drolja, kurva, kucka
Sto hrani sirotinju k'o da kuhinja je pucka
Hvala na gesti, izvolite se sjesti
Dobar tek, jer volimo govna jesti

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Pitanje bi bilo kako igrati skrivaca
I kako je to doma doci poderanih hlaca
IPadi se dime od te silne euforije
Nagrada je soma terabajta memorije

Ni puno informacija, internet ima manu
O zivotu nemas pojma, cijeli svijet ti je na dlanu
A zivot nije igra k'o sto prelazis levele
Rasturas racunalo, ne znas vezat cipele

Hej, djevojcice i djecaci
U ovoj ovdje prici, roditelji su papci
Niste djeca, vi ste sakate kreacije
Emotivno mrtvi, prve zrtve tehnokracije

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Street Creature

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This fucking is crazy
For you hicks to understand I would have to film tits
And tell fairy tales, make you snort some chemicals
Get you used to the stench of stupid disco dysentery

Drop your pants, like they're lowering their standards
So that a boy can jack off on weekends when he drinks too much
And there's no college for the Balkan state of mind
No mind or state, that's just some good acting

Or sheer luck for all those charismatics
Who fuck your mother, I've got some fantastic rhymes

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I'm a street creature
In a cloud of smoke
I throw words in the form of my rhymes
Hello everyone, I'm flying, my head is nodding
In a cloud of smoke

Soaked to the bone, I take off my dekusciman
Because reality is no different from what I dream
Milanović, say hello to Slavko Linica
Lexa Perković, lots of tintilica

I'm a rapper that shoots you with sharp letters
Eyebrows like the moon, but I'm not in the Masons
Oh, damn, I'm a child of hardcore
I crash into the Agrokor tower with a pickaxe

I know, politics is a slut, a whore, a bitch
That feeds the poor as if the kitchen was a gun
Thanks for the gesture, please have a seat
Enjoy, because we love to eat shit

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The question would be how to play hide and seek
And how to come home with ripped pants
iPads smoke from the immense euphoria
The reward is Soma, terabytes of memory

Not much information, Internet has its flaws
You have no idea about life, the whole world is in your hand
But life is not a game, like passing levels
You smash your computer, you don't know how to tie your shoes

Hey, girls and boys
In this story, parents are losers
You're not kids, you're crippled creations
Emotionally dead, the first victims of technocracy

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