Dostava Smrti - Jantar

«Vidi kako stoje stvari»

«Prijatelju, opet»

«verbalni potez k’o ««Pa ti navlačim na faci, na traci, al' ««Vidi kako stoje stvari»

«Prijatelju, opet»

«Tražim pravi hip-hop» — «A kaj je to?»

«Jer drugi ne vide arhitekturu "

Smeće tromo, sad pazi ovo, kad bacim ja combo

Papak samo puno sere čak i izbaci van govno

Gazim ga nogom, dovoljno jako da roni kopnom

Pa probodem ga raspelom, zatim kažem mu «zBogom»

Vraćam mu za svako slovo, a slijepac ne vidi dobro

Zato mi se ne isplati vratiti oko za oko

Čupam srce kaj nalazi se kak' ti pod majicom Zorro

Mladi odmetnik čak ne zna da fura Opel-ov logo

Tol’ko o tome, kol’ko god to opisalo osobe

Papci se žele dignut u nebo, dižem je bombom sve

Hej, kopile s ovim te slomim i zovi me

Liričko zlo jr poslije pjesme ti vičš «Zlo mi je!»

San ti je uspjet, dopusti da te probijem cobra

I novine prešute osim crne kronike stoga

Ostavi se repa, dalje od doma

Izuzev kad uzmeš walkie-talkie, repaš, a drugog baciš prek' plota

Ne možeš pamtit?

Premotaj, ne možeš shvatit?

Sramota!

Šuplja glava kao tvoja posluži mi kao protvan

Jer su govna na vatri kad rokam, boga mi kompa

Dodaj mi mikrofon, ne trebam lopatu da te zakopam

Trebaš dokaz da počneš vjerovat kol’ko sam bolestan?

Bolje da si bio tiho, evo ti bolest i mojne srat'

To je sad situacija opasna, dobro znaš

Papak bezobrazan, fakat sad ostane bez obraza

Dostava smrti sto na sat, dosta vas smrdi ova stvar

Pere do kosti, valjda zato je ekipa i prozirna

Forsiram bol, razbijam glave, di su ta nosila?

Lupim ti mamu po nosu, sad je napokon ponosna

Evo ti kompas da snađeš se dragi moj reperu

Kad roknem stvar grad ti izgleda k’o stan u pretresu

Pederu šamarom te katapultiram na Veneru

Prvo je bila Lajka, ti si druga kuja u svemiru

Ne mogu ja više izdržat, ne mogu slušat' buraz

Ovi pimpeki skupa ne vrijede niti kurac

Sad se zoveš kak' se zoveš, al' zovem te Bob od sutra

Jer se trebaš skockati, a i mekan si k’o spužva

Buksaš versove, tekstove gužvam, smiješno je, sve je to užas

Znaš da ne valjaju tek kad te ih tjeram da gutaš

Jebote, vjeran si mulac, ne možeš ni sam odustat'

Čujem da si srčan tip, al' ja te ostavljam bez pulsa

Konju, čekaš da se lirički napumpaš?

Ha?

Molim?

Ne možeš napumpat' kuju ni kad su joj dani plodni

Dozvoli mi da te kirurški raspolovim k’o profi

S ovim te ubijem jednom i još jednom ponovim

Bojim se da ne vratiš mi duplo, šalim se, sorry

Praznim te iznutra, zatim ja truplo ponovo spojim

Želiš zvučit' poput mene?

Evo ispunjeni snovi

Nabijem te sad na ruku i počnem trbuhozborit

Kaj?!

"See how things are"

"Friend, again"

"verbal move like ""Well, I'm putting it on your face, on the tape, but" ""See how things are"

"Friend, again"

"I'm looking for real hip-hop" — "And what is that?"

"Because others don't see architecture"

Rubbish slow, now watch this, when I throw a combo

Papak just shits a lot and even throws shit out

I stomp on it with my foot, hard enough that it dives on land

So I pierce him with a crucifix, then I say to him "by God"

I pay him back for every letter, and the blind man can't see well

That's why it's not worth it to me to return an eye for an eye

I'm tearing my heart out, what's under your shirt Zorro

The young renegade doesn't even know he's flashing the Opel logo

So much for that, no matter how many people describe it

The hooves want to be raised to the sky, I bomb it all

Hey you bastard with this I'm crushing you and call me

Lyrical evil jr after the song you shout "I'm sick!"

Your dream has come true, let me cobra you

And the newspapers are silent except for the black chronicle of the stack

Leave your tail, away from home

Except when you take a walkie-talkie, rap, and throw the other one over the fence

Can't remember?

Rewind, can't get it?

Shame!

A hollow head like yours serves me as a shield

Because they're shit on fire when I rock, for God's sake

Pass me the microphone, I don't need a shovel to bury you

Need proof to start believing how sick I am?

You'd better be quiet, here's your disease and my shit'

This is a dangerous situation now, you know very well

The cheek is cheeky, but now it will be cheekless

Death delivery one hundred per hour, you have enough of this thing stinking

It washes to the bone, I guess that's why the team is also transparent

I'm forcing the pain, I'm breaking heads, where are those stretchers?

I smack your mom on the nose, now she's finally proud

Here's a compass for you to find your way, my dear rapper

When I finish the thing, the city looks like an apartment in a search engine

I'll slap you in the face and catapult you to Venus

First there was Lajka, you are the second bitch in the universe

I can't stand it anymore, I can't listen to my brother

These pimpeks are not worth a damn

Now your name is what you are, but I'm calling you Bob from tomorrow

Because you need to jump, and you're soft as a sponge

You screw up the verses, I cram the lyrics, it's funny, it's all a horror

You only know they're not good when I make you swallow them

Fuck, you're a faithful fool, you can't even give up on your own'

I hear you're a hearty guy, but I leave you without a pulse

Horse, are you waiting to get pumped up lyrically?

Ha?

I pray?

You can't pump up a bitch even when her days are fertile

Let me surgically cut you in half like a pro

With this, I kill you once and again

I'm afraid you won't pay me back double, I'm joking, sorry

I empty you inside, then I put the body back together

Wanna sound like me?

Here are dreams fulfilled

Now I put you on my arm and start talking

What?!