Pucam Visoko - Juice

Za mene je taktika,čista matematika

MCevi su švorc, hip hop je trezor prepun zlatnika

Od novog para patika, do BMW automatika

Flow vam je čista statika

Poruka uličnog glasnika

Juice je kralj, ostali onako, nisu loši

Čak i da se pravi nešto, svi su štek, niko ne troši

Grebete se za cigare, trošite ribine pare

Imam pečatirane pasoše i kalendare

Kažeš strava je reper, dobar dečko jesi čuo

Dobar je, dečko nije reper i to žešće truo

Zaleđina priče prazna, glasovi su vam tanki

Trebaće vam mnogo sreće, gurni te ga nekoj ganki

Novac kreće ka meni, transfer lego je na račun

Utičem na tvoju psihu kao Amsterdam mushroom

Uvek dajem šansu, svestan da ste u transu

Organizujem seansu, u jebenom sving-hausu

Hiphopium, inteligentan

Ne čujem vaš rep, sa razlogom sam prepotentan

Pitaj kevu, ćale ti je impotentan

Rime su vam sterilne

Zato su se najbolje matre, za mene verile

Im a legend

Hiphopium, inteligentan

Im a legend

Wherever my beamer goes you know that I’m driving

Mračan ton a nesrećni ortaci, grč na faci

Novčanici prazni, nemaju ni u šaci

Oko mene sve seljaci, nijedan posao nije lak

Zanima me šta bi sad snimali Biggie i Pac

Spreman za sveta smak, ključa voda stavi mak

Hoćete da vas jebem kad je svetlo ili mrak?

Menjam gradove k’o putke, rezervoar pun je dupke

Pod tušem samo sapun, mrzim ljigave kupke

Mrzim klubske lutke, mrzim iskrivljene face

Rolam, u retrovizoru vidim paparace

Uvek pucam visoko jer ću gore i otići

Jednog dana će po mene moji čuvari sići

A dotle nemoj mi prići, ako nemaš biznis plan

Jer samo nova lova može da ulepša dan

U ovom ratu nisam sam 93' vojska spremna

Mnogo dece nosi moja FU kru sperma

Hip hop pun metafora, pun vitamina

Svake noći prstima se trlja ta vagina

Šta je, ljubomorne cave

Dođite da vam pokažem kako se prave pare

Ma jebale vas pare, ljubomorne cave

Dođite da vam pokažem kako se prave pare

Ma jebale vas pare

Bacam životni fristajl, ne rime pune mašte

Jednog dana biće samo brate penzije nam kasne

Kose su vam mastne, prsti su vam lepljivi

Hedovi su mastni, svako za životom kasni

For me, it’s a tactic, pure math

MCs are broke, hip hop is a vault full of gold coins

From a new pair of sneakers, to a BMW automatic

Flow is pure statics for you

Street messenger message

Juice is king, the others are not bad

Even if something is done, everyone is stuck, no one spends

Scratching cigars, wasting fish money

I have printed passports and calendars

You say great is a rapper, good boy did you hear

He's good, he's not a rapper and he's rotten

The background of the story is empty, your voices are thin

You will need a lot of luck, push it to some porch

The money is moving towards me, the lego transfer is on the account

I affect your psyche like an Amsterdam mushroom

I always give a chance, aware that you are in a trance

I'm organizing a session, in a fucking swing house

Hiphopium, intelligent

I can't hear your tail, I'm overbearing for a reason

Ask your mother, your dad is impotent

Rhymes are sterile to you

That's why the best matre, for me, are believed

Im a legend

Hiphopium, intelligent

Im a legend

Wherever my beamer goes you know that I’m driving

Dark tone and unhappy friends, cramp on the face

The wallets are empty, they don't even have a handful

All the peasants around me, no job is easy

I wonder what Biggie and Pac would be filming now

Ready for the holy end, the boiling water puts the poppy

Do you want me to fuck you when it's light or dark?

I change cities like a pot, the tank is full of holes

In the shower only soap, I hate slimy baths

I hate club dolls, I hate crooked faces

I'm rolling, I see paparazzi in the rearview mirror

I always shoot high because I'm going to go upstairs

One day my guards will come down for me

And until then, don't come near me if you don't have a business plan

Because only new money can brighten the day

In this war I am not 93 'army ready

Many children carry my FU kru sperm

Hip hop full of metaphors, full of vitamins

Every night my fingers rub that vagina

What is it, jealous caves

Come let me show you how to make money

Fuck you money, jealous caves

Come let me show you how to make money

Fuck you money

I throw a freestyle of life, not a rhyme full of imagination

One day, only my brother's pension will be late

Your hair is greasy, your fingers are sticky

Heads are greasy, everyone is late for life