Demolisha 3 - Jantar

Yea'!

Demolisha 3, sinko!

Skyline!

Slušaj!

Slušaj!

Ja!

Od prvog dana bacam hardcore konju, k’o sado-mazo

Nemreš bit opušten čak da uz glazbu ti sine dobiš naslon

Ja čuvam podzemlje, na granici stražarim braco

Svojim demom nemreš ti dolje, da se i zove pasoš

Dali su ti status MC-a i tebi to je važno

Daj pogledaj 'ko te diže, budale sa glavom praznom

Ti si ni’ko, i pičko nije ti jasno?

Nisi faca da ti lice uklešu na Mount Rushmore

Ne znaš se koristit' maštom i razmišljaš k’o dijete

Imaš jezik, al' služi ti samo za lijepit' koverte

Veliš rime su ti sve kaj imaš, siromašan reper

Imaš lajna isto kol’ko i godina iza sebe

Jebeš sve te škole, kad si i dalje budala sinko

Uzmeš pero i znaš samo praviti flekove tintom

Tvoja pismenost je smiješna, i fakat je tol’ko nisko

Da te zovu za ugovor ti bi se potpisal s X-om

Daj pogle' se, pizdo, ovo je početak prve runde

A boje s lica se gube, i blijed si k’o moje dupe

Nemreš vratiti svoj ten, da živiš u plemenu Ruben

Da te šamaram i s tim da u ruci ja držim puder

Papci prijete mi non-stop, a ja se osjećam super

Mogu mi popušit' kitu, zato im i vadim zube

Drolje glupe se začude, kad im doma neko umre

Ja sam suprotno od Nokie jer disconnect-am ljude

Ekipe, me ne kuže, a dižu ruke, pa koji će mi?

Da me shvate, one bi trebale bit za očevid

Jer svi su mentalno zakočeni

Cerebralni kotači im nikud ne idu i da su ugrađeni pomoćni

MC-i vodeći koriste bolesne taktike

Jad pretvore u moć, s njom prikupe glupe jadnike

Slušajte kak' se pljuje, pičke, i svi se sramite

Vi možete pljunut' samo kad laštite mi patike

Sa trona od titana bacam demolisha nastavke

Dok ti skidaš naslage sa stolca od plastike

Kad sam prvi put koristil riječ «konju», kad vratim se

Ti si koristil tad «pony» zbog kompletića od Barbike

Papčine, u krvnoj slici piše vam «Izdaja»

Dok ja sam predan sto posto k’o i sljedbenici islama

Dajem sve od sebe, a kol’ko takvih ima nas?

Siguran sam duplo manje od Becks majstora pivara

Zbog takvih poput tebe rep asocira na nasilje

Trebaš koristit' šake da bi sfural punch-eve

Za klince ti si mrak za mene nisi, shvaćaš me?

Čak ni da gledam te u noći i nosim sunčane naočale

Pred mene dolaziš u bijelom, a kad vraćaš se

Tvoja majica izgleda k’o da navijaš za Manchester

Bacam krvavo sranje, kad rađa se gomila majmuna

Za njih sam Simba, jer ja sam kralj lajnova

Yea'!

Demolish 3, son!

Skyline!

Listen!

Listen!

Yes!

I've been throwing hardcore to the sado-mazo horse since day one

You don't have to be relaxed, even with the music you get your son to lean on

I'm guarding the underground, I'm guarding my brother at the border

You don't allow your demos to be called a passport

They gave you MC status and that's important to you

Let's see when he lifts you up, you fools with empty heads

You are a ni'ko, and the pussy is not clear to you?

You're not the guy to have your face carved into Mount Rushmore

You don't know how to use your imagination and you think like a child

You have a tongue, but it only serves you to glue envelopes

Saying rhymes is all you got, you poor rapper

You have the same age and a year behind you

You're screwing all these schools when you're still a fool son

You pick up a pen and you only know how to make ink blots

Your literacy is ridiculous, and it's actually so low

If you were to be called for an objection, you would sign with an X

Look cunt, this is the start of the first round

But the fears are falling from your face, and you are as pale as my ass

You cannot regain your skin to live in the tribe of Reuben

That I slap you with the fact that I am holding powder in my hand

My ankles are tight non-stop, but I feel great

They can blow my dick, so I practice their teeth

Slutty fools are surprised when someone dies at home

I am the opposite of Nokia because I disconnect people

Teams, I'm not sick, but I'm raising my hands, so who wants me?

To understand me, they should be plain sight

Because everyone is mentally retarded

Cerebral casters aren't going anywhere, even if they're built-in aids

The MCs use sick tactics by the leaders

They turn sorrow into power, with it they capture stupid poor people

Listen to him spitting, pussies, and be ashamed of yourself

You can only spit when you shine my sneakers

With a trona made of titanium, I throw demolish attachments

While you remove the deposits from the plastic chair

When I used the word "horse" for the first time, when I go back

You used that "pony" because of the Barbie set

Papčine, your blood picture says "Treason"

While I am one hundred percent devoted to being a follower of Islam

I do my best, but how many of us are like that?

I'm sure twice as much as Becks the brewmaster

People like you associate rap with violence

You need to use your fists to throw punches

To the kids, you're dark to me, you're not, get me?

It's not like I'm looking at you at night and I'm wearing sunglasses

You come to me in white, but when you return

Your shirt looks like you support Manchester

I'm throwing bloody shit when a bunch of monkeys are born

For them, I am Simba, because I am the king of lines