Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Stvoren Za Rep

Stvoren Za Rep

Feat. Sky Wikluh & Frenkie
Edo Maajka:

Moj su Balkan barabe, zajebane prave
Tuče Thompson kalašnjikov i padaju glave
Na glavi grbovi, svako selo ima svoje boje
što je više granica, ljudi to nam je bolje
Moje je moje, i tvoje je moje iako si drug
Na Balkanu ljudi ginu za svoj fudbalski klub
Ode zub, ode drug, ode mu arkada
Nek ti je brat al ću ga polomit ako je iz drugog grada
Krv, suze i znoj - to je Balkan moj
Nema posla ovdje znoj je više od tjeskobe
đe ću radit, hoće l' mi platit, ne mogu shvatit
Kantoni i entiteti, najmanji smo na planeti
Začu se glas: cijeli svijet je protiv nas
To ne bi dao djed, hajmo pristaše u red
Red nek je duži od autoputa bratstva i jedinstva
Ko obale Save iz moga djetinjstva
Ko ne zna pucat ima 1 iz domaćinstva
Pošaljite na Balkan svima garantna pisma
Nek dobije papire barem njih stotina
Da vidimo svi da Haag nije izmišljotina
Svaki dan je ramazan
I svaki drot je namazan
Svaki čovjek ima prazan džep
Ovaj Balkan je ljudi stvoren za rep (x5)
Sky Wikluh:

Pomeri se samo malo da osetiš flow
Vinegal 23 vinegal sky yo
Sumanuto nebo je nad Balkanom
Sve što je gore, to nam je bolje, samo to znamo
Prave barabe piju pivo, posle marširaju
Dobro je dok se biju, loše je kad ubijaju
Prangije se vade kada se igra moše
Volimo kad je dobro, više volimo loše
Najlepše je samo kada posla nisu čista
Sranje je znanje, imanje, slika bratstva i jedinstva
Gistro siromaštvo, krediti, Vespe, Ferariji
čita se Kur'an a moli se Devici Mariji
Jebeš pičke ove, jebeš pičke tamo
Pitaš ih što? ne znamo!
Frend, brat i jaran preziru i Japan
Svakom u glavi meša mozak jezivi šapat
Mržnja za Istok, mržnja za Zapad
Opet MTV i Marlboro pušimo fakat
Moždano jebeno sakat i poštujem brata
Džabe hektolitre alkohola i kopa se raka
Svaki dan je prvi maj
I samo naš Bog, on je taj
I svaki čovek ima prazan džep
Ovaj Balkan je ljudi stvoren za rep (x5)
Frenkie:

Ne smiješ se ufurat, Balkan će te pojest
Daj mi ruku, ako ne vjeruješ ja ću te povest
Vidjećeš ove ulice i svaki sokak
Tu ćeš nestat' ako učiniš pogrešan korak
Ovdje inteligencija i talenat nisu dar
To je prokletstvo i to je sasvim jasna stvar
Zato ne pametuj, ovdje je seljak jači
Oni su glasniji, izvući ćeš kraj kraći
Samo on zna ovako da me slomi
Samo moj Balkan kojeg prokleto volim
Ako ga nemam onda počinjem da gorim
A kad sam s njim, onda se opasno bojim
Ovdje bunt umire, reperi su pizdurine
Rokerke ubile, jer dobar rock nema sudbine
Ako nađeš dobar bend, onda brate ubij me
Samo još mi na micu smo vrući kao furune
Svima vama kojima je do sad bila zima
Od jeftinih, bezveznih, nepovezanih rima
Izvolite, ugrijte se, uđite, bujrum
Nemojte se brinut braćo, stigo je ćumur
Svaki dan je vikend tu
Pijemo pivu i kaficu
I ne znam odakle njima pun džep
Ovaj Balkan je ljudi stvoren za rep (x5)
FM Jam u kući
Specijalni shout-out za moje ljude Hamaza i Crnog
Crni đe si?!
Diyala, Timbe, Kandžija
Moj čovjek Baby Dooks na beatu
Buco razvalio si, Buco!

Created for Rap

Feat. Sky Wikluh & Frenkie
Edo Maajka:

My Balkans are thugs, fucked up real ones
Thompson beat down Kalashnikov and heads are falling
Crests on the head, every village has its own colors
The more borders, the better for us people
Mine is mine, and yours is mine even though you are a friend
In the Balkans people die for their football club
One tooth goes, another goes, his arcade goes
Let him be your brother but I'll break him if he's from another city
Blood, sweat, and tears - that's my Balkans
There's no work here, sweat is more than anxiety
Where will I work, will they pay me, I can't understand
Cantons and entities, we are the smallest on the planet
A voice is heard: the whole world is against us
Grandpa wouldn't let that happen, let's get supporters in line
Let the line be longer than the highway of brotherhood and unity
Like the banks of the Sava from my childhood
Whoever doesn't know how to shoot has 1 from the household
Send warranty letters to everyone in the Balkans
Let at least hundreds of them get the papers
So that we all see that The Hague is not a fabrication
Every day is Ramadan
And every cop is greased
Every man has an empty pocket
This Balkans is created for rap (x5)
Sky Wikluh:

Move just a little so you can feel the flow
Vinegal 23 vinegal sky yo
A crazy sky is over the Balkans
Everything that's up there is better for us, that's all we know
Real thugs drink beer, then they march
It's good when they fight, it's bad when they kill
Guns are pulled out when tag is played
We love it when it's good, we love it more when it's bad
It's only beautiful when jobs are not clean
Knowledge, possessions, a picture of brotherhood and unity are shit
Ugly poverty, loans, Vespas, Ferraris
The Quran is read and prayers are offered to the Virgin Mary
You fuck these chicks, you fuck those chicks there
You ask them what? We don't know!
Friend, brother, and buddy despise Japan
An eerie whisper mixes the brain in everyone's head
Hatred for the East, hatred for the West
Again MTV and Marlboro we smoke for real
Mentally fucking crippled and I respect my brother
Hectoliters of alcohol and digging a grave are in vain
Every day is the first of May
And only our God, He is the one
And every man has an empty pocket
This Balkans is created for rap (x5)
Frenkie:

You mustn't get carried away, the Balkans will eat you
Give me your hand, if you don't believe me I'll take you
You'll see these streets and every alley
You'll disappear there if you make a wrong move
Here intelligence and talent are not a gift
It's a curse and that's a pretty clear thing
So don't be smart, the peasant is stronger here
They are louder, you'll get the short end of the stick
Only he knows how to break me like this
Only my Balkans that I damn love
If I don't have it then I start to burn
And when I'm with it, then I'm damn scared
Rebellion dies here, rappers are pussies
Rockers killed, because good rock has no destiny
If you find a good band, then brother kill me
Only on the mic we're still hot like ovens
To all of you who have been cold until now
From cheap, pointless, unconnected rhymes
Here you go, warm up, come in, welcome
Don't worry brothers, the charcoal has arrived
Every day is a weekend here
We drink beer and coffee
And I don't know where they get their full pockets
This Balkans is created for rap (x5)
FM Jam in the house
Special shout-out to my people Hamaza and Crni
Crni where are you?!
Diyala, Timbe, Kandžija
My man Baby Dooks on the beat
Buco you killed it, Buco!