Blagosloveni sjeb - Ministar Lingvista, Nensi

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Roršah (iz filma «Nadzirači»): …the world will look up and shout: «Save us!»

And I’ll whisper: «No.»

(Marčelo)

Turbo-urbano ubrano iz najvećeg seljaštva ikad:

Tarzani truju Moglije da je grana poreklo svima

Veleslalom velegrada: široki lukovi oko smisla

Vreme prostaka — «present simple», po piplmetru Pinka

Glupani tripuju veličinu k’o Mario kad se naguta gljiva

Džokerov osmeh iz mog bunkera, gde takvo sunce ne sija

Rima pun šaržer, rafal nema ni tačku ni zarez

Moj prezir je ambis dublji no dupe Rebeke Linares

Ne saučestvujem u sunovratu, ne menjam ćud za paru

Ne držim TV, nemam Fejsbuk, odbijam svu «rialiti» famu

Nek ispira usta mojim imenom svako ko nema čime obraz:

Naravno da me mrze, naravno kad sam Roršah

Ne sedam za sto sa stokom, ne podržavam šund-stihiju

Zažmureću im na jedno oko samo ako mi ga izbiju

I progledaću im kroz prste samo kad mi oko u ruci drže

Ja sam drugde.

Tu ne pripadam.

Ne loži se na moj hologram

Nemam vere u revoluciju iz grla sinova buržuja

Ni u krupne reči bunta sa tih sitnih, sitih usta

Ne idem u klubove, jer me ne zanima dečja pornografija

Niti bahatost pelena što su rasle na «Ranama»

Reset mozga svugde, al' devedesete nisu bile super

Posebno ne kad to kažu nova deca sa očima boje kuge

Ostajem nepotkupljiv, makar propao sa tri’es'

Kad budem spao na prosjački štap, uzeću njime da bijem

Refren: (Nensi)

Blagosloveni sjeb

(Ministar)

I draži mi je sjeb nego da sam kao ti

I radije ću biti sam nego kao svi

(Marčelo)

Turpijam očnjake, al' podočnjaci odaju nameru

Štrcam otrov u ritam dok izgubljeni spavaju

Variram od preosetljivog do neosetljivog

Ne, nisam dobro.

I srećom, nije izlečivo

(Ministar)

Ovo je sahrana morala.

Mi smo u prvom redu

Svež leš šaljemo crvima da ga jedu

Sjeban sistem vrednosti — to je više nego očigledno

Kad te žednog preko vode prevedu

Al' sve je u redu, narod je navik’o na bedu…

Srpski film, brate: svi se međusobno jebu

Prvo budeš jeban, onda ti jebeš keve…

Probudi se.

Uključi mozak.

Isključi TV

Na TV-u je šund, a u pauzama bajke:

Keš na štapiću sladoleda i na čepu flajke

Najstvarnija stvar je rijaliti šou…

Zato, daj taj majk da se nekom najebem majke

Kad otvorim vatru, ja to radim bez grama poštovanja

Bez dlake na jeziku, bez blama

Bez kompromisa — samo bes

Vama treba šamar da ispravi iskrivljenu svest

Vest dana je da zlo nikada ne spava:

Zlo je u kući, na ulici, u pesmama…

Zlo je u nama, zlo nam teče kroz vene…

Zlo nas vraća kroz vreme:

Nazad u devedesete, brate, nazad na nulu

Na haos u državi i zezanje u fulu…

Teraj sve u tri lepe, pamet u vugla

I drži distancu — dok ljudi traže spas preko Gugla

(Nensi)

Daleko dok gori svet

(Ministar)

I draži mi je sjeb nego da sam kao ti

I radije ću biti sam nego kao svi

(Marčelo)

Turpijam očnjake, al' podočnjaci odaju nameru

Štrcam otrov u ritam dok izgubljeni spavaju

Variram od preosetljivog do neosetljivog

Ne, nisam dobro.

I srećom, nije izlečivo

Introduction

Rorschach (from the movie "Supervisors"): world the world will look up and shout: "Save us!"

And I’ll whisper: “No.”

(Marcello)

Turbo-urban harvested from the largest peasantry ever:

Tarzan poisons Moglije that the branch originated for everyone

City giant slalom: wide arcs around meaning

Simple time - "present simple", according to the Pink people meter

Stupid people triumph in size like Mario when a mushroom is bent

The Joker's smile from my bunker, where such a sun does not shine

Rhyme full magazine, burst has no point or comma

My contempt is an abyss deeper than Rebecca Linares' ass

I do not participate in the downfall, I do not change the mood for a couple

I don't keep TV, I don't have Facebook, I reject all "reality" fame

Let everyone who has no cheek rinse their mouth with my name:

Of course they hate me, of course when I'm Rorschach

I don't sit at the table with cattle, I don't support the nonsense

I will close one eye to them only if they break it

And I will only look through their fingers when they hold my eye in their hand

I'm elsewhere.

I don't belong there.

Don't burn on my hologram

I have no faith in the revolution from the throats of the sons of the bourgeoisie

Not a word of rebellion from those tiny, full mouths

I don't go to clubs because I'm not interested in child pornography

Nor the arrogance of diapers that grew on the "Wounds"

Reset the brain everywhere, but the nineties were not great

Especially not when new children with plague-colored eyes say that

I remain incorruptible, even if I fail at three '

When I fall on the begging stick, I'll use it to beat

Chorus: (Nancy)

Blessed be you

(Minister)

And I prefer fucking to being like you

And I'd rather be alone than like everyone else

(Marcello)

I file my fangs, but the under-eyes betray the intention

I squirt poison into the rhythm while the lost sleep

I vary from oversensitive to insensitive

No, I'm not well.

And fortunately, it is not curable

(Minister)

This is a funeral of morality.

We are in the forefront

We send the fresh corpse to the worms to eat

Fucked up value system - that's more than obvious

When they take you thirsty across the water

But everything is fine, the people are used to misery…

Serbian movie, brother: everyone is fucking each other

First you get fucked, then you fuck your mother…

Wake up.

Turn on the brain.

Turn off the TV

There is nonsense on TV, and in the breaks of the fairy tale:

Cash on an ice cream stick and on a flake cap

The most real thing is the reality show…

So, let that mother fuck someone's mother

When I open fire, I do it without a gram of respect

No hair on the tongue, no shame

No compromise - just anger

You need a slap to correct a distorted consciousness

The news of the day is that evil never sleeps:

Evil is in the house, on the street, in songs…

Evil is in us, evil flows through our veins…

Evil takes us back in time:

Back in the nineties, bro, back to zero

On the chaos in the country and the fun in the ful…

Drive everyone into three beautiful places, mind the corner

And keep your distance - while people search for salvation through Google

(Nancy)

Far away while the world burns

(Minister)

And I prefer fucking to being like you

And I'd rather be alone than like everyone else

(Marcello)

I file my fangs, but the under-eyes betray the intention

I squirt poison into the rhythm while the lost sleep

I vary from oversensitive to insensitive

No, I'm not well.

And fortunately, it is not curable