Generacija XXX - Jantar

Ovo sranje neće nikad biti dobro, k’o ni bijelac

Koji maže se sa govnom da bi 'zgledao k’o crnac

Ja sa tobom suosjećam, ali nisam psihijatar

I ne vjeruješ u Bogu, jer ukaz’o ti se Jantar

Smatram, da bi treb’o otići satran, gledat' nebo

Možda imaš 300 Watt-a, al' u ušima sa snare-om

I ster’o bi te najrađe u kurac, ali ne smijem

Jantar mi je rek’o, da isključivo u pjesmi je

Tema jakog battle-a, di udaram da uginu svi

Jer svaki drugi petak, koljen k’o da je trinaesti

Al' ime si prekrižio i pokazao se s novim

Samo zato da se zbližimo, a uopće ne postojim

S tvojom repom igram košarku, jer stalno radim duplo

Unutra je bulletproof sranje, kada stojiš mi na putu

Ni da spojiš ovu grudu snijega, kaj se tu nakuplja

Ne bi dobio takvo znanje, jer ovo je dan poslije sutra

Nema milosti, lomi se mic, trgaju trake

Jantar droljo, bez pitanja, tu je Beatanga Vargek

Jebemo ti mater!

«Jer si veći šupak i od čmara nimfomanke»

Nema milosti, lomi se mic, trgaju trake

Jantar droljo, bez pitanja, tu je Beatanga Vargek

Jebemo ti mater!

«Jer si veći šupak i od čmara nimfomanke»

Radim clip-ove za klipane, ekipa me ne kuži

Vadim slikovne rečenice k’o djeca nakon užine

Posluži se na stolu, al' se hranimo sa sirovim

Pa trpate u sebe da osjećate se sigurnim

Gledam elemente, da zaključim kaj unutra je

K’o Jantarov album, Jedna ljubav, a kurva je

Život mi ne peachy kak' sam brij’o da je Kornu

Dok ostali su napuhani, k’o da žive u balonu

Vargek i Jantar u igri da dignu prašinu u biznisu

Jer danas prašina, je neš' kaj davno zvijezde bile su

Miris pičketina dalje ih tjera da vise tu

Uključim ventilator, da jašu Vjetar k’o Winnetou

Rep studentima radim sranja i to svima tu

Lomim im jebene stolice, pa padaju na ispitu

Jednom ja smrskam facu, moram svima jer isti su

To je tak' kad žele kupit.

duhovnu hranu na iksicu

Nema milosti, lomi se mic, trgaju trake

Jantar droljo, bez pitanja, tu je Beatanga Vargek

Jebemo ti mater!

«Jer si veći šupak i od čmara nimfomanke»

Nema milosti, lomi se mic, trgaju trake

Jantar droljo, bez pitanja, tu je Beatanga Vargek

This shit will never be good, neither will a white man

Who smears himself with shit to look like a black man

I sympathize with you, but I'm not a psychiatrist

And you don't believe in God, because Amber appeared to you

I think that you should go to Satran, look at the sky

Maybe you have 300 Watts, but in your ears with a snare

I would like to kick you in the ass, but I can't

Jantar told me that it is exclusively in the song

The theme of a strong battle, I strike so that everyone dies

Because every other Friday, it's like it's the thirteenth

But you crossed out the name and showed up with a new one

Just to get closer, and I don't exist at all

I play basketball with your tail, because I always do double

It's bulletproof shit inside, when you stand in my way

You can't even put this snowball together, what is accumulating there

He would not get such knowledge, because this is the day after tomorrow

There is no mercy, the mic is breaking, the tapes are tearing

Amber slut, no questions asked, it's Beatanga Vargek

Fuck your mother!

«Because you are a bigger asshole than a nymphomaniac bitch»

There is no mercy, the mic is breaking, the tapes are tearing

Amber slut, no questions asked, it's Beatanga Vargek

Fuck your mother!

«Because you are a bigger asshole than a nymphomaniac bitch»

I make clips for clippers, the team doesn't hire me

I make picture sentences like children after a snack

It is served on the table, but we eat it raw

So you stuff yourself to feel safe

I look at the elements, to infer what's inside

Like Jantar's album, One love, and it's a whore

My life is not peachy as I thought it was in Korna

While the others are inflated, as if they live in a bubble

Vargek and Jantar in the game to kick up the dust in business

Because today the dust is like the stars long ago

The smell of cookies keeps them hanging there

I turn on the fan, to ride the Wind like Winnetou

I do shit to rap students and to everyone there

I break their fucking chairs, so they fail the exam

Once I crush the face, I have to everyone because they are the same

That's when they want to buy.

spiritual food in a pinch

There is no mercy, the mic is breaking, the tapes are tearing

Amber slut, no questions asked, it's Beatanga Vargek

Fuck your mother!

«Because you are a bigger asshole than a nymphomaniac bitch»

There is no mercy, the mic is breaking, the tapes are tearing

Amber slut, no questions asked, it's Beatanga Vargek