Muzică - Doc

Multi ma-ntreaba multe

Vrute, nevrute, eu ma-ntreb care-i scopul meu

Nu-i topul eu tintesc spre spirit imi fac loc cu greu

Printre tentatii, dorinte, aspiratii, vointa si rabdare

Trebuie sa le pun sub redactare

E muzica

O fac sa te miste, sa te trezeasca sa te piste

Ca omul sa gandesca suntem niste

Purtatori de speranta ce urla in liniste

Alergatori pe mare distanta si pana la finish, e muzica

E facuta sa rupa lantul, cand cei de sus arunca latul

Tu arunca bratul, cu pumnul strans spre cer cum arunca Gatzu

Curaj gen Grasu' fa pasul spre adevar arunca falsul

E muzica, nu-i cea mai buna, dar e a noastra

Si nu cred ca-i vreunul sa poa’sa spuna ca-i cea mai proasta

Cand nesimtirea crasa ma lasa cu angoasa

Ca sa scap ajung acasa, ma pun la masa si fac muzica!

Trece prin suflet, imi curge prin sange

Deci intelege n-am cum s-o dau mai incet

Si e ciudat c-as vrea s-o impart cu toata lumea

Totusi n-o sa las pe nimeni sa mi-o ia, ar fi culmea!

E muzica, si daca n-as avea-o as fi nebun

Am probleme, mi le pun, pe hartie si le spun

Lui si tie pe-un instrumental de parc-am fi prieteni buni

De fapt stai, poate de fapt chiar asta-i!

E muzica, multi zic sa stai jos ca bassul

Sa nu faci prea mult zgomot altfel iti faci necazuri

Stiu, dar si sa duc viata in liniste e greu

De-aia dau la maxim si-i multumesc lui Dumnezeu

Pentru muzica!!!

Si multi zic ca-s nebun sa fac asta

Ai 30 de ani Toto lasa joaca

Ia-ti nevasta, fa-ti casa, fa bani, umple masa

Lasa filmele de Gangsta

Mai lasa rimele de Busta

Ca aveai un cap s-ajungi la NASA

Da' ti-a placut sa te pui in cap cu rasta

Baga-ti-ai pula cu asta basta

Ti-ai pus in cap familia, iti strici viata

Ti-ai pus in cap industria, ca strici piata

In loc sa te strici sa rupi topurile, sa spargi gheata

Ai preferat sa faci rime, sa le spargi fata

Si nu regret, da' nici nu pot sa ma opun

Ca nu am cum, au dreptate in tot ce spun

Ca-s nebun dupa muzica!

Hrana pentru suflet flamand

Da' vezi tu muzica asta nu-i pentru omul de rand

Incepe cu-n gand care-i scris pe-un rand

Si rimand cu cel ce urmeaza se transforma in curand

In muzica, ascult-o cu-ncredere Bro

Ca sunt sincer cu tine nu te iau la misto

C-asa-s io, imi place s-o ard serios

Dar mereu filingos ca atunci cand scriu, scriu cu patos

Si fac muzica, mai tare ca o cafea

Te trezeste dimineata dup-o noapte mai grea

Si nu stiu tie, dar mie mi-a dat tot ce avea

Si s-ar parea ca nu pot trai fara ea, fara muzica!

Stii tu de-aia fara refren

Ca asta nu-i rap din Brooklyn

E poezie din Berceni

Potrivesc cuvinte ca Arghezi pe martisor

Cu diferenta ca tre' sa scot mai multi banisori

Din muzica, da' si sarac o fac de drag

Nici umbra de trac, nu tac nici mort ca Tupac

Daca am ajuns sa fumez excesiv ca rasta

N-am niciun alt motiv decat nenorocita asta

De muzica, nu ma pot trezi din vis

Voci din cap imi striga:

Nu te opri din scris!

Voci din public zic:

Bine zici Cedrea, bis!

Ok, pune un beat, lasa MIC-ul deschis sa fac muzica!!!

Many people ask me a lot

Like it or not, I wonder what my purpose is

It's not the top, I aim for the spirit, I make room with difficulty

Among temptations, desires, aspirations, will and patience

I have to put them under editing

It's music

They make it move you, wake you up and piss you off

For man to think we are some

Bearers of hope that scream in silence

Long distance runners and to the finish, it's music

It is made to break the chain, when those above throw the side

You throw your arm, fist clenched to the sky like Gatzu was throwing

Courage like Grasu' take the step towards the truth, throw away the fake

It's music, not the best, but it's ours

And I don't think anyone can say it's the worst

When the gross insensitivity leaves me with anguish

To escape, I get home, sit down at the table and play music!

It goes through my soul, it flows through my blood

So understand, I have no way to slow it down

And it's strange that I would like to share it with everyone

However, I will not let anyone take it from me, it would be the best!

It's music, and if I didn't have it I'd be crazy

I have problems, I put them on paper and tell them

Him and you on an instrumental as if we were good friends

Actually wait, maybe that's actually it!

It's music, many say to sit down like the bass

Don't make too much noise or you'll get into trouble

I know, but it's hard to lead a peaceful life

That's why I give my best and thank God

For the music!!!

And many say it's crazy to do that

You are 30 years old Toto lets play

Get a wife, build a house, make money, fill the table

Leave the Gangsta movies

Leave the Busta rhymes

That you had a head to get to NASA

Yes, you liked getting into trouble with the dreadlocks

Get over it, that's enough

You put your family in your head, you ruin your life

You put the industry in your head, that you spoil the market

Instead of breaking the tops, breaking the ice

You preferred to make rhymes, to break their faces

And I don't regret it, I can't even oppose it

Because I have no way, they are right in everything they say

He's crazy about music!

Food for the hungry soul

Yes, you see, this music is not for the common man

It starts with the thought that is written in one line

And rhyming with the next one, it soon transforms

In music, listen to it with confidence Bro

To be honest with you, I don't take you for granted

C-so-s io, I like to seriously burn her

But always filingos that when I write, I write with pathos

And I make music, louder than a coffee

It wakes you up in the morning after a harder night

And I don't know about you, but he gave me everything he had

And it would seem that I can't live without it, without music!

You know that's why without chorus

Like this ain't Brooklyn rap

It's poetry from Berceni

Match words like Arghezi to martisor

With the difference that I have to take out more money

From music, yes, and I'm poor, I do it for love

Not even the shadow of Tracy, not silent or dead like Tupac

If I managed to smoke excessively like a rasta

I have no other reason than this damn thing

Because of the music, I can't wake up from the dream

A voice in my head shouts:

Don't stop writing!

Voices from the audience say:

Well said Cedrea, encore!

Ok, put on a beat, leave the MIC open to make music!!!