Pe Bune - Kepa

Abia asteptam sa apara ceva ca dubstep-ul

Ca sa va vad cati reprezentati de fapt rap-ul

Abia asteptam sa apara ceva numit «trap»

Ca sa va vad pe aia care dadeati din cap pe hip-hop

Probabil voi de abia asteptati pretextele

Sa recunoasteti ca n-aveti texte cu textele

Nu-s de azi de ieri, am textura de textier

Lirica pura, incep s-o scuip in figura, e de fier

Ai trecut de la rap, la pop, la trap, dupa un bici

Probabil o iei la galop, mars de-aici!

Nu calaresti calu', cavalerule

Pe cine mascaresti?

Cand tu stai sa calaresti valu', caracterule

Fac rap pentru golanasi cu coronita

In timp ce tu ai ca tinta copilasi de gradinita

N-ai cum s-o vezi tu

Cat timp stai sa balacaresti ca pe Vacaresti pentru like-uri pe Facebook

V-am vazut aparand hip-hop-ul de inamici

Si exact pe aceeasi vanzandu-l pe nimic

Sunt un caine ce-o sa manance din zgarda

Tu un catelus roz, rozi un os de la garda

Nu-mi plac tarfele si n-am calcat intr-un bordel

Nu-mi plac barfele si n-am pozat in vreun model

Poate increzut sau neplacut, se spune

Vedete de carton toate trase prin sablon

6−6, poarta-n casa, dau la dublu microfon

Kepa pe banda, te toaca de tot

Da da gata, de-ndata, da dume de top

Ba tata, mi te baga pe tobe, te papa

Ba tata, da o data, te pune la plata

Da toate ca toate, pacatele toate letale

Legate pe toba, le-aduni

Totodata de-ndata pe banda le pun

Da' le pun pe flow nebun

Aud barfe de la tarfe, nu dau inapoi

Incarc arma, ra-ta-ta-ta, trag, fac razboi

Sunt pe bune, pe bune, fraierii fac spume

Calc pe capete daca incep sa dau nume

I couldn't wait for something like dubstep to appear

To see how many of you actually represent rap

I couldn't wait for something called «trap» to appear

To see you nodding your head to hip-hop

You are probably just waiting for the excuses

Recognize that you do not have texts with the texts

It's not from yesterday, I have the texture of a textile

The pure lyric, I'm starting to spit it in the face, it's iron

You went from rap, to pop, to trot, after a whip

You're probably going to gallop, get out of here!

You don't ride a horse, knight

Who are you masking?

When you sit down to ride the wave, character

I rap for naked people with a crown

While you are targeting kindergarten children

You can't see it yourself

How long do you hang around like Vacaresti for likes on Facebook

I saw you defending hip-hop from enemies

And exactly the same by selling it for nothing

I am a dog that will eat from the collar

You pink puppy, gnaw a bone from the guard

I don't like whores and I've never stepped foot in a brothel

I don't like gossip and I didn't pose as a model

Maybe confident or unpleasant, they say

Cardboard stars all drawn through the template

6−6, bring it to the house, I'm going to the double microphone

Kepa on the lane, chops you up

Yes, yes, ready, immediately, yes, top names

Well, dad, you're playing on the drums, you're playing

Well, dad, just once, he'll make you pay

Yes, all like all, all deadly sins

Tied on the drum, you collect them

At the same time, I immediately put them on the tape

Yes, I put them on crazy flow

I hear gossip from whores, I don't back down

I load the gun, ra-ta-ta-ta, shoot, make war

I'm good, I'm good, the suckers are foaming

I'm kicking myself if I start naming names