lirik lagu so called crew a.k.a jluch/grigovor/gena – afrodiziakanel subkonstrukt
[intro]
grigovor: it’s not bad, it’s just jacksh-t… and g-y, it’s very g-y. to be in rap is like to be a plumber, only without actually doing anything useful
jluch: unless you be a rapper who cooks methamphetamine. at this point you’re doing something useful
[jluch (matty)]
h-llo friendsies
i don’t care to be honest
but your friend matty avowed himself insane
at least, i’m here anyway, i’ll turn your friend matty
upside down and i’ll pour his sarcasm over you…
he’s still drunk and thinks he needs an aspirin
but matty’s like a black hole that senses voids
after he f-cked himself up, he drenched your blouse with wine
the f-cking b-st-rd came to apologize, i think
rap performer of the century, h-llo, it’s me again
you’ve got a lit p-ssy in this video
but the look in her eyes is like a cig b-tt gone out
i was just fine before you popped around, you f-gs
i’m even better now, but that ain’t thanks to you
a problem with the quality, we’re here now so be chill
with more rhymes he taunts you to punch his eye
or to love everyone since you’re so f-cked up (high on drugs, drunk)
everyone’s girlfriend’s yours, you’re more gangsta than bate boiko (bulgarian prime minister, involved in the mafia and the subsequent corruption)
conditions that they themselves don’t understand
but surely something in you’s gone wrong
[grigovor]
it’s no secret to anyone that rap is hypocrisy
and that i’m coming in as if in white sweatpants at a funeral
their holidays p-ss by in front of tyankov tv (a bulgarian tv channel that streams bulgarian folklore music)
should i have to explain to those guys exactly that i’m a cool mc
the blind b-tch gives birth to them hastily
another fresh morning, only that this air’s somewhat bitter
?зле 4 илайджа бърборов?
and those rappers are lamer than speed part 2
hardcore, punk rap, ghetto rhapsody
so there’s no point in judging someone according to his zodiacal sign
to laugh (said in dialect) at the screens speaks enough
to tell that you’re quite thirsty for media attention
in the kitchen of h-ll with matty we’re cooking a coup (rebellion) for you
we’re taking everything from you while you’re talking bout how swag you are
i’m a fierce beast (insane guy), free to not have a choice
in my boring tale there never be a conclusion
bacardi, sushi, xanax, i sit here eating snacks
something in-between of barry white and the band anthrax
[chorus]
roughly: sh-t (that’s it) dude we set off, someone gasp (x4)
[jluch]
seems like someone will enjoy his hangover
with a little joint, that he providently saved for now
yes, your mother appeared in front of me in white slippers
for couple hours didn’t cease… (a wordplay including a fictional saint, but probably regardless means a bl-wj-b)…
sh-t, it seems like you’ve got heck of nice jewelry
i take them from you with a kick in the -ss or the p-ssy
mc pantyhose is a delicate soul
if he had anything to say he’d had sat down by now crying
i’ve painted it bad
tell me what’s it all about, son?
let me guess, we’re progressively going mad
i’ll take opportunity of this instant to remind you who you are
or who you think you are amongst the many opportunities
sometimes coming straight from your soul you make a fateful choice
and you ask yourself to what point is it a free choice, is it a good or an evil
it’s obvious that you’re uneasy inside
unsure, with thoughts like “good thing that i stopped taking drugs”
but truth told, you can only change them, brother
just because you love yourself, but that also’s just up until a certain point
[grigovor]
you write some lyrics and you want to cash in right away
if the term “bg rap” dies out, it would be pure luck
even if you become the best thing on the internet or a millionaire
you’ll still be just a simple nickelback fan
someone took my future
what i do, i sure do well
one big kid
dumb f-cks, do not forget that if it wasn’t for us
you’d still be rhyming with “a” and “e” (this ligne concerns rappers, primarily ones that go to battles who rhyme verbs because it’s easiest and drop bad rhymes)
eat your chicken gyros, i’ve seen everything, brother…
a woman has won a game of heroes against me
you probably want peace and justice, but how do you contribute to it?
or are you just like everyone that one that’s innocent?
my fervor is called concrete
your fervor’s called “my heart’s broken”
you cannot go one without the other, all of you with souls made out of fluff
and you want women that even with makeup look like mickey rourke
that’s me and that’s how my style goes
i cannot breakdown and become real
[chorus]
roughly: sh-t (that’s it) dude we set off, someone gasp (x4)
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