Cameleon - Kepa

E weekend ia fii atent eu plec, cu

Bagabontii sa petrec, intru-n cantonament, nu

Vedem drumu', fumu' ne baga-n ceata

Destinatia e clara, mergem drept in fata!

Cu bagabontii rulez

Trag un fum si apoi pasez…

Hey!

Ho !

sunt with my fo' - fo'

Trecem repede pe verde ca la semafo' !

Oh… super tras, brigada da din cap pe bas

Fara tutun e tun — tun, daca bagi un fum — fum, cazi!

Lumea se intreaba, gata de-ndata, ba da de ce tot ii dai talpa?

Du-te departe, KEPA te calca, poate ba tata te pune pe targa!

Bem — Bem — Bem, pana cadem — dem — dem

In boxe NTM si o ardem zen — zen — zen

Si ca sa incheiem, soto te salut c-an Tokyo

Futu-ti pe mama ta, sunt gata sa te toc yo!

MC de top made in RO

Cand apar yo, tu tai-o!

Cut dupa cut, te tai ca Faibo

Rup capete, pe tobe psycho!

Pun mana pe mina, se vede-n retina

Sigur pe tine, ca talpa pe mina

Sclipesc in intuneric

Am filme nebune de schizofrenic

Spun ce vad, ce cred, nu ce crezi tu

Am ultimu cuvant, ia-le tu pe restu'

Mananci cacat si vorbesti nimicuri

ALAN & KEPA nu dau bani pe featuri!

Dau numa' tarfe, cu barfe proaste

Le fut din lateral, sa le bag sula-n coaste

Gurrra!

scot din lesa urrra !

Cheama-ti dentistu' ca incep sa-mi bag pula!

I’m a killa, dumele sunt arme

Dealer muzical dau kile nu dau grame

Nu rime la kil, ca multe panarame

Vin sa dau dezlegare la carne!

Industria fabrica MC de sezon

Cu gandu' ca scot numa' hit-uri beton

Multe gunoaie pe TV sau radio

Am pata pe voi, stati asa ca va iau yo!

Va dati bagabonti da' pozati in reviste

Va duceti pe pula, aveti pret de pizde

In alta frecventa, schimbati postu'

Inchinati-va la mine, sunt tata-l vostru!

Rapid, pic pe beat

Practic, tehnic, aplic

Dau dume destepte greu de-nteles

Daca dadeam zile de la mine, aveam CLS

Pustanii, vor faima si bani

Contracte, contacte, relatii tari

Unii par, sa riste tot

Din pacate se baga-n cacat non-stop

Tentatia e mare, tintesc in top

Gata sa vanda marfa la bloc

Altii fac bani multi, cu tarfe de top

Ii toaca pe coca si masini sport

Punct ochit, punct lovit, smecherii profi fac profit, hey

Ii dau de gol ochii, multi copii s-au topit de la K

Hah, pun ban pe ban

Da' n-o sa vezi dealeru' sa dea gramu' gram

Garda fileaza dintr-un Logan

Un nou caz de dosar penal

Rrrrah.dau super bine

Din suburbie, dau sub barbie

N-o da-n smardoiala cand esti matol

Ca ti-o iei nasol, gen, somn la sol

Invidia, pe multi ii strica

N-au ce purta, d’asta poarta pica

In orice anturaj, sunt bisericute, barfe

Toti sunt frati pana la bani si tarfe!

Artistii cu tuburi nu se tem

Dau mesaje pictate, anti-sistem

Tag-uri, pe ziduri, in ganguri

Bagabontii fac banii din carduri

Pestii si hotii, fug de raiduri

Tarfele au vanatai sub farduri

La bloc, in ghene, sau parcuri

Se baga prafuri, boy!

Woo, atac mi-arat coltii, ca un lup, rup!

Trubadur baban, bat tobele turbat pe loop, tu

Nu te baga, stai pe treaba ta, esti hater!

Pe muzica mea neagra, da din cap si Darth Vader!

Gata te-ndoi, degeaba te dai tu bad boy

Totu' depinde de tine, ia da te tu cand ai coi si stii ca te tai boy!

Fara subiecte de Can-Can, du-te departe apar pe tobe Napalm

Dume de dat am, fara tam tam, le-ncarc in trancan

G — G — G — Gata d' atac, nu P — P — P — Pot sa tac

B — B — B — Baga la cap, KEPA pe T — T — T — Track!

I got the flow — flow, pe show — show, with my fo' - fo'

Pe tobe te toc de tot, atac pe Boom Bap, din nou!

O suta de tone de rime nebune, da bune pe bune, dau dume de dume

Da gata ba tata, legate le pun, pe tobe de top, in actiune

Viata mea e o pierdere de timp, ma doare-n pula

Am sa calc in cacat, ca sa las ceva in urma

It's the weekend, be careful, I'm leaving, with

The bums to party, enter the camp, no

We can see the road, smoke gets us into the fog

The destination is clear, we go straight ahead!

I run with the bums

I smoke and then pass...

Hey!

Ho!

I'm with my fo' - fo'

We quickly pass the green light like a traffic light!

Oh… super pulled, the brigade nods on the bass

Without tobacco it's gun — gun, if you take a smoke — smoke, you fall!

The world is wondering, right away, why do you keep kicking him?

Go away, KEPA will step on you, maybe dad will put you on a stretcher!

Drink — Drink — Drink, till we drop — dem — dem

In NTM speakers and we burn it zen — zen — zen

And to conclude, bro, I greet you in Tokyo

Fuck your mother, I'm ready to chop you up yo!

Top MC made in RO

When yo appear, you cut it!

Cut after cut, you cut like Faibo

Break heads, on the psycho drums!

I put my hand on my hand, it is visible on the retina

Safe on you, like the sole on mine

I glow in the dark

I have crazy schizophrenic movies

I say what I see, what I think, not what you think

I have the last word, you take the rest'

You eat shit and talk nonsense

ALAN & KEPA don't pay for features!

I only care about whores, with bad gossip

I kick them from the side, to poke them in the ribs

Hurrah!

off the leash hurrah!

Call your dentist because I'm starting to put my dick in!

I'm a killa, dummies are weapons

Music dealer I give kilos not grams

It doesn't rhyme with kil, like many panarames

I'm coming to release the meat!

Industry manufactures seasonal MC

With the thought that I only release concrete hits

Lots of rubbish on TV or radio

I have a spot on you, stay like that, I'll take you!

You'll be lucky enough to be photographed in magazines

You're going to fuck yourself, you've got pussies

In another frequency, change position'

Worship me, I am your father!

Quick, a bit on the drunk

Practical, technical, apply

I give clever tricks that are hard to understand

If I gave days by myself, I would have CLS

Pustani, they want fame and money

Contracts, contacts, strong relationships

Some seem to risk everything

Unfortunately, he gets into shit non-stop

The temptation is great, I aim for the top

Ready to sell goods on the block

Others make a lot of money, with top whores

He chops the hood and sports cars

Spot on, spot on, professional tricksters make a profit, hey

His eyes are empty, many children have melted from K

Hah, I'm betting on money

Yes, you will not see the dealer give a gram

The guard rolls out of a Logan

A new criminal record case

Rrrrah. I'm super good

From the suburbs, I give under the chin

Don't screw it up when you're mad

That you're taking it badly, like, sleeping on the ground

Envy spoils many

They have nothing to wear, that's why they wear spades

In any environment, there are small churches, gossip

They are all brothers up to money and whores!

Tube artists are not afraid

They give painted, anti-system messages

Tags, on walls, in gangs

Tramps make money from cards

Fish and thieves, run away from raids

Bitches have bruises under their makeup

On the block, in the streets, or parks

It's getting dusty, boy!

Woo, attack show my fangs, like a wolf, tear!

Troubadour old man, drumming madly on the loop, you

Don't bother, stay on your job, you're a hater!

Darth Vader nods to my black music!

Don't hesitate, you're in vain, bad boy

Everything depends on you, go for it when you have dogs and you know you're going to be a boy!

No Can-Can topics, go away appear on Napalm drums

As long as I have, without fuss, I load them into the trunk

G — G — G — Ready to attack, no P — P — P — Can I shut up

B — B — B — Bag to the head, KEPA on the T — T — T — Track!

I got the flow — flow, on show — show, with my fo' - fo'

I'm banging on the drums, I'm attacking the Boom Bap, again!

A hundred tons of crazy rhymes, good for good, good for good

Yes, ready, father, I'm putting them on top drums, in action

My life is a waste of time, my dick hurts

I'm going to step on shit, to leave something behind