Crème de la crème Begins - Frenkie, Edo Maajka, DJ Mrki

Čitam komentare na forumu fmjam-a

Joki opet sere oko svega

Sove imaju novu stvar pravo mi legla

Net mi nešto koči, jebena dial up veza

Sa Edom i Soulom danas pičim za Beograd

Idemo kod njih malo mikrofon odrat

Neka ekipa Basivity, s njima ćemo nešto snimiti

Malo visiti, nazad spičiti

Moram priznat prpa me malo hvata

Prvi put u Beograd nakon rata

Ko mu jebe mater valjda ćemo preživjeti

Par piva će to sve smiriti

U studiju mali milion ljudi

Vip, Marčelo i neki Nigrutin ludi

Svi se druže, flaše i džoje kruže

Edo stao za majk i snima Suze

Marčelo me zeza i kaže «Frenk da tenk

Ajde da snimimo neki reprezent»

Ja uzmem papir i napišem isti tren

Basivity i fmjam creme de la creme

Posle ljudi pitaju kako nastade ta pesma

K’o i svaka vredna ceđena je iz sjeba

I danas uz nju cmizdre i zovu je pesma jedan

Iako broj seksova u toj vezi beše ni jedan

Udario sevdah, sve kroz flašu gledam

Ljuto kunem crnu ženu, govna jedem cela

Kad eto ti tih dana baš poziv od Fmjam-a

Čuli neke pesme pa zovu da tamo repam

Da idem prvi posle rata?

Nemojte ljudi mene, vid’te da me riba vara

A sad mi ionako nije do života druže

Bolje džihad nego ništa, krenut ću pa šta bude

U ranac stavio pivo, pivo i onda još piva

Jednog me bili pijanog, nije bolelo ništa

Kloparam i šikam a u glavi mi moj matori

Priča što se nije menjala ni kad se zarati

Priča da su Bosanci dobričine i alkosi

Priča o drugarstvu i ceo taj štimung tadašnji

Tamo u Tuzli sretnem iste ljude kao te tad

Iako između te dve priče stoji rat

Ni jedan krivi pogled, ni jedna loša reč

Samo osmesi, zajebncija, cirkanje i respekt

I tako je i danas, ljudi se drže i druže

A naci fašisti nek prde svoje i nek mrze

Led se probio, bine su pucale pod nogama

Daj nam mikrofon i pive a vi jebite se s drogama

Sami među dogmama, kad repamo pomama

Iz studija na binu, stvar uživo care bomba ba

Vanja moto je ko lud, a mi smo motali pivo

Frenkie piše novu stvar a maloprije jednu snim’o

Pa i ja bi ljudi snimao, evo snima čak i Galeb

Bilo nas je ko Kineza care moraš čekat' na red

Tolko skilova, stilova, rima, s hejtom ni jedne

Tu večer predrasude su ko rukom odnesene

Odluke donesene, moramo ovo češće

Za 'vake featove, beatove Toza ostavljaj nam češće

Samo nam takvi sjest će, za dušu i za repa

Care jebo pare, znaš da volimo te Kepa

Krem de la krem, hejteri kite na čelo

Glavatar na majku sa mnom Frenkie i Marčelo

I read the comments on the fmjam forum

Joki shit again about everything

Owls have a new thing right my litter

Net something is holding me back, fucking dial up connection

I'm drinking for Belgrade with Ed and Soul today

Let's go to them for a little microphone

Some Basivity team, we'll record something with them

Hang a little, stick back

I have to admit the prpa catches me a little

For the first time in Belgrade after the war

Who the fuck is his mother, I guess we'll survive

A couple of beers will calm it all down

A small million people in the studio

Vip, Marcello and some crazy Nigrutin

Everyone hangs out, bottles and joys circling

Edo stands by his mother and records Tears

Marcello teases me and says “Frank to the tank

Let's record a representative »

I take the paper and write the same moment

Basivity and fmjam creme de la creme

Afterwards, people ask how that song came about

Like any valuable one, it is squeezed out of the fuck

Even today, they whine at her and call her song one

Although the number of sexes in that relationship was none

I hit the sevdah, I look at everything through the bottle

I swear angrily at the black woman, I eat shit whole

When did you get a call from Fmjam in those days

They heard some songs and they called me to rap there

Should I go first after the war?

Don't make people look at me, you see, the fish is cheating on me

And now I don't care about my life anyway

Better a poor horse than no horse at all

He put beer, beer and then more beer in his backpack

One time I was drunk, nothing hurt

I'm rattling and chic and my old man is in my head

The story that did not change even when the war broke out

He says that Bosnians are benefactors and alcoholics

A story about friendship and all that atmosphere at the time

There in Tuzla I meet the same people as you did then

Although there is a war between the two stories

Not a single wrong look, not a single bad word

Just smiles, banter, circus and respect

And so it is today, people are holding on and hanging out

And let the Nazi fascists fart their own and let them hate

The ice broke, the stages burst underfoot

Give us a microphone and a beer and you fuck with drugs

Alone among dogmas, when we rape madness

From the studio to the stage, the live bomb thing ba

Vanja's motto is crazy, and we were brewing beer

Frenkie is writing a new thing and just recorded one

Well, people would film it too, here even Galeb is filming

We were like Chinese kings, you have to wait in line

So many skills, styles, rhymes, with no hatred

That evening, prejudices were taken away by hand

Decisions made, we need this more often

For 'such feats, beats Toza leave us more often

Only such will sit for us, for the soul and for the tail

Kings fuck money, you know we love you Kepa

Cream de la cream, haters kite on forehead

Glavatar on mother with me Frenkie and Marcello