Текст и перевод песни DJ Fatte feat. Idea & Moja Reč - Iluzionisti (feat. Moja Reč, Idea)

Iluzionisti (feat. Moja Reč, Idea)

Byť rapper na miestě falošnom ako playback,
Na celom svetě nieje nič lepšie.
Ako sa mám ľudia chcú vedieť,
Duša dobitá jak Micky Rourke - wrestler.

Mám svoju misiu - Batman,
Doctor King of Drama Show western.
Práve som sa zdvihol z chladnej zeme,
A dávno som sa necítil lepšie.

Stále cool ako ľadoví medveď,
Krekáč z Handlovej napoly Rednex.
Myšlienkach letím vzduchom na koni v sedle,
často mi prepne a som dement, Fatte vie.

Off topic ale driek môjho dievčaťa,
Je liek pre moje unavené oči.
Má krásny zadok, ale ešte krajšie srdce,
A nohy? vedú priamo do neba, true story.

Tak načo toľké spory, môžme spolu ležať,
Donesiem ti modré z neba, len už poďme.
Robiť lásku, mám zhodiť masku?
Povedz mi akú? Pri tebe nenosím žiadnu.

Žiadny tlak, žiadny strach,
široko ďaleko nikto, kto by mi skazil wipe.
Pri tebe som sa ešte necítil zle,
A je to isté akože Fatte pošle BPM.

Nemůžu vypnout sorry, přepínam režim,
Infarkt zdarma do dvou let wau už běžim.
Můj sentiment beru jako ventilek,
Na tu nonstop Tour De France když chci vypustit duši,

Občaš mám debilní svědomí jako revizor.
Z podzemí sleduji mainstrem, hlava je periskop,
Nemusím sellit koks, slova vdechuješ jak toulen,
Mikrofón je jako penis mám ho nonstop po ruce.

Track, co track je čim dál víc jako zpověď,
Majk je ten kněz no a klub je ten kostel.
Kde ale občas sedí Bůh a vedle Satan,
Piju svěcenou vodkou s účastí madafaks.

A backstage je něco jako Alcatraz,
Z ní nechodím, ale utíkám pryč sorry mám rád chlast.
Public enemy mi hodili ten bumerang,
A ja ho denně chytám jako blázen zdravím Good Fellaz.

Okay, okay, okay, Vitaj v mojej freak show,
Delikxxx práve chilluje s tvojou pičkou.
Urobim to sňou ako so zlatou rybkou,
Splní mi želania a pustím ju k vode.

Tvoj flow musí zomrieť ledva stojí na nohách bitch,
Ty si Bad of Roses ja som sabotáž bitch.
Ty si Metalinda ja som Metallica,
Nezapadám medzi vás zámerne.

Vždy, keď sa pustí beat tak zajebem,
Dva metre chodiacich skills
Púšťam vám do hlavy film, rýmy, obrazy, štýl,
Fatte spravil bombu tak plujem.

MR je späť na majku impérium vracia úder,
Chcem sa len vypísať z tohto života.
Dúfam, že ma nebudú chcieť vypískať z tohto života,
Jediná lojálna je moja žena a pár borcov u ostatných nepoznám mená.

Illusionists (feat. Moja Reč, Idea)

Being a rapper in a fake place like playback,
There's nothing better in the whole world.
How am I, people want to know,
Soul beaten like Micky Rourke - wrestler.

I have my mission - Batman,
Doctor King of Drama Show western.
I just got up from the cold ground,
And I haven't felt better in a long time.

Still cool like a polar bear,
A crackhead from Handlová, half Rednex.
In my thoughts I fly through the air on horseback,
I often switch and I'm a moron, Fatte knows.

Off topic but my girl's waist,
Is the cure for my tired eyes.
She has a beautiful ass, but an even more beautiful heart,
And legs? they lead straight to heaven, true story.

So why so many arguments, we can lie together,
I'll bring you blue from the sky, just come on.
Make love, should I take off the mask?
Tell me which one? I don't wear any with you.

No pressure, no fear,
Far and wide, no one to spoil my vibe.
I haven't felt bad with you yet,
And it's certain that Fatte will send BPM.

I can't turn off sorry, I'm switching mode,
Free heart attack within two years wow I'm already running.
I take my sentiment as a valve,
On that non-stop Tour De France when I want to let go of my soul,

Usually I have a stupid conscience like a ticket inspector.
From the underground I watch the mainstream, my head is a periscope,
I don't have to sell coke, you inhale words like a toker,
The microphone is like a penis, I have it in my hand all the time.

Track by track, it's more and more like a confession,
The mic is the priest and the club is the church.
But where God and Satan sometimes sit next to each other,
I drink holy vodka with madafaks.

And backstage is something like Alcatraz,
I don't walk out of it, I run away, sorry, I like booze.
Public enemy threw that boomerang at me,
And I catch it every day like a madman, greetings Good Fellaz.

Okay, okay, okay, Welcome to my freak show,
Delikxxx is chilling with your pussy right now.
I'll do it to her like a goldfish,
She'll grant my wishes and I'll let her go.

Your flow must die, it barely stands on its feet, bitch,
You're Bad of Roses, I'm sabotage, bitch.
You're Metalinda, I'm Metallica,
I don't fit in with you on purpose.

Whenever the beat drops, I'll fuck it up,
Two meters of walking skills
I'm putting a movie in your head, rhymes, images, style,
Fatte made a bomb so I'm spitting.

MR is back on the mic, the empire strikes back,
I just want to unsubscribe from this life.
I hope they won't want to boo me out of this life,
The only loyal ones are my wife and a few guys, I don't know the names of the rest.