Kvatrić Voždovac - Juice, Stoka

Dolazim iz blata, s lancem od bijelog zlata

Trganje mikrofona svakog moj je zadatak

Moje linije su duge za repat a ti si kratak

Sa parama ne varam da utoka crna marama

Svaka mala napaljena a svoju karam ja

ZG-BG bokserice, hozentreger

U gepeku rime krvave furam, skinuo reggae

Dva Ivanovića brate, kad počnu jebati mater

Freestyle madafaka, svi do podruma svrate

Soba puna dima, u lajne složenih rima

Radijacija u zgradi — Stole Hirošima

Votka, đus, sve štima, šleper bijelozima

Pod reflektorima repam, u stanici murija snima

Glas gadan, vladam, napadam nožem gada

Prerezani grkljan pjesme a bila je mlada

Pada joj glava na pločnik i uvek strada

Flow jebe mater show kad počnem skladat

Ivanovići brate, uvek na binu se vrate

Svrate u kasne sate

Trganje mikrofona znate, rime jebeno zlatne

Kroz smotani filter šat kralj, kraljica šah-mat je

Spremni za pohode ratne predstavljamo ulice blatne

Po prvi puta Juice i Stole, svi to vole

Beograd i Zagreb, sve trebe su gole, šta je?

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)

Testis, fejk MC sakni mi testis

Pesnik s ulice zna se who the best is

Lessons o tome šta je u životu prestiž

Ne možeš ceo život da spavaš i ležiš

Bežiš uz ovo se opijaš pa trezniš

Pretvaraš se u ribu vidim da se mrestiš

Kreštiš, na fonu zazivaš svoj crew

Kvatrić i Voždovac, what you gonna do?

Ja vidim nju pored tebe kako te teši

A ti zalizan s utokom u šuškavoj treši

Strepiš a krenuo si da se svetiš

Spreman si za podvig a svi te zovu Lepi

Bekni, ja sam suncokret u vekni

Na ovom betlu ja sam zviždaljka na tekmi

Pretiš, a kada u oči te pogledam

Čujem autotune iz Elitnog Odreda

Pobeda, smiren k’o sekta nakon obreda

Dorata, veština novog svetskog poretka

Opera, Rigoleto, dok vodim te kroz geto

Vaši meci su dijabole kad tu je Stole

Prsti lepljivi od smole, jure nas patrole

Reperi za milost mole, k’o majke nas vole

Uz jutarnji polet menjamo ti shvatanja

Da veruješ u uspeh kad je šansa najmanja

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)

Stoka — Zagreb, Juice — Beograd

Hiphopium 4

Juice — Beograd, Stoka — Zagreb

Buongiorno mi padre

I come from mud, with a chain of white gold

Tearing everyone's microphones off is my job

My lines are long to rap and you are short

I'm not cheating on the black scarf with the money

Every little one gets horny and I fuck my own

ZG-BG boxer shorts, hozentreger

In the trunk of the bloody rhyme, I took off my reggae

Two Ivanovic brothers, when they start fucking their mother

Freestyle madafaka, everyone comes to the basement

A room full of smoke, in the clutches of complex rhymes

Radiation in the building - Stole Hiroshima

Vodka, juice, everything is fine, a truckload of whites

Under the spotlights I rap, at the station the police are filming

The voice is nasty, I rule, I attack with the knife of the bastard

The slit throat of the song and she was young

Her head falls on the sidewalk and she always suffers

Flow fucks mater show when I start composing

Ivanovic brothers, they always return to the stage

They stop by in the late hours

Tearing the microphone you know, rhymes fucking golden

Through the rolled filter shat king, the queen of chess-mat

Ready for war campaigns, we present muddy streets

For the first time Juice and Stole, everyone loves it

Belgrade and Zagreb, all needs are naked, what is it?

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)

Testicles, fake MC suck my testicles

The poet from the street knows who the best is

Lessons on what prestige is in life

You can't sleep and lie down all your life

You run away with this, you get drunk and sober up

You turn into a fish I see you spawn

You scream, calling your crew in the background

Kvatrić and Voždovac, what are you gonna do?

I see her beside you comforting you

And you're licked with a rush in the rustling cherry

You tremble and you set out to take revenge

You are ready for a feat and everyone calls you Beautiful

Beckney, I'm a sunflower in a loaf

On this bet I am the whistle of the match

You threaten, and when I look you in the eye

I hear autotun from the Elite Squad

Victory, calm as a sect after the ceremony

Dora, the art of the new world order

Opera, Rigoletto, as I lead you through the ghetto

Your bullets are devils when Stole is there

Resin-sticky fingers chase us

Rappers beg for mercy, as mothers love us

With the morning flight, we change your perceptions

To believe in success when the chance is the least

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop

Every move we make, every move we make

You bitches wanna turn love into a hate

But every shot you got, every clip you pop

We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)

Livestock - Zagreb, Juice - Belgrade

Hiphopium 4

Juice - Belgrade, Stoka - Zagreb

Good morning, my father