FEJK REP - Marchello

Preko tjedna kombe, vikendom se hala fuca

Nedavno je pala buksa, drukala ga mala fuksa

Crne hlače, crna duksa, fura ruksak

Preko tramvaja do taksija, bio bih Sherlock da pandur sam

Moji čuvaju u podrumu berbu

Pitaju te «Ko te poslo?», ako pitaš za ponudu, cijenu

Za sve bolide sa bloka imaju formulu spremnu

Jedni ubodu kombu, a drugi se bodu u venu

Ne jebu prozivke ko odurnu ženu, kaje Ivanišević?

Dobiš po tintari da se ne poželiš više dić'

Na spotovima ratatata, sami miševi

Nikad solo, uvijek hoda više njih

Nikada na slabijeg, to nam je ispod časti

Kači se sa jačima — pravilo di smo rasli

Tri ujutro, tiho se okreće kvaka (Shh)

Frend je umro, niko neće plakat

Ima posla, ali nitko neće šljakat

Na faci ožiljak od pečetnjaka

To je fake priča, kad me sretneš, pitaj me otkud mi

Mladi, ludi, moto je «Samo udri»

Svi su jednom zasrali pa se nitko ne usudi da sudi

Život u džungli, sve može ak' dobar iznos je

Najsumnjiviji je onaj koji još uvijek ima čist dosje

Novi dan, isto sve, nikada drogiro se

Šalim se, glumim Migose — I’m innocent

Ovo je fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)

Još jedan fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)

Ovo je fake rap, priča ribiča u lovu na somića

Kredibilitet bez pokrića (Aha)

Ovo je fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)

Još jedan fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)

Ovo je fake rap, priča ribiča u lovu na somića

Kredibilitet bez pokrića (Aha)

Hard from the hasla, benga kad imaš stas

Ovdje bagra ima headove i prahove za vas

Iz monitora bass, bass from the benga

Ti si klošar bez adrese i bez zagrebačkog slanga

Malo je reć' kad čovjek hoće (Hoće)

Zato bira uvijek ono slatko zabranjeno voće

Ko leži ne bježi, svaki đukac reži

Jer odavno se na paper svaka pobjeda bilježi

Nebuloze, fejkere odvoze bez narkoze

Jer znam da ste kujice i mamine mimoze

Majice su vam roze, starci vam se zgroze

Airsoft kalašenko, ruke mokre od nervoze

Kad nas vide jer tak oduvijek ide

Head from the shop u rizli, liječi i od side

Napravili bi sve i svakaj da se svima svide

Al' vidit ćeš da real vodi k vrhu piramide

During the week there is a van, on the weekends there is a lot of fun

Recently, a box tree fell, it was crushed by a small box tree

Black pants, black sweatshirt, fura backpack

Over the tram to the taxi, I'd be Sherlock if I were a cop

Mine keep the vintage in the cellar

They ask you, "Who hired you?", if you ask for an offer, a price

They have a formula ready for all the cars on the block

One stabs the komba, and the others stab themselves in the vein

I don't fuck with name-calling who pisses off a woman, says Ivanišević?

You get an inkpot so you don't want to get up again'

In the ratatat spots, the mice themselves

Never alone, there are always more of them walking

Never to a weaker one, it is beneath our honor

Mess with the stronger — the rule we grew up with

Three in the morning, the doorknob turns softly (Shh)

A friend has died, no one will cry

There is work to be done, but no one will slag

On the face, a scar from a seal

It's a fake story, when you meet me, ask me where I'm from

Young, crazy, the motto is "Just hit"

Everyone got screwed at once so no one dares to judge

Life in the jungle, anything is possible as long as it's a good amount

The most suspicious is one who still has a clean record

New day, same everything, never used drugs

Just kidding, I play Migos — I'm innocent

This is fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)

Another fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)

This is a fake rap, the story of a fisherman hunting catfish

Credibility without cover (Aha)

This is fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)

Another fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)

This is a fake rap, the story of a fisherman hunting catfish

Credibility without cover (Aha)

Hard from the hasla, benga when you have stature

Here, the dredge has heads and powders for you

From the bass monitor, bass from the benga

You are a bum with no address and no Zagreb slang

There are few words when a man wants (Will)

That's why he always chooses the sweet forbidden fruit

He who lies down does not run away, every dog ​​growls

Because every victory has been recorded on paper for a long time

Nebulos, fakers are taken away without anesthesia

Because I know you're bitches and mama's mimosas

Your t-shirts are pink, the old men are horrified

Airsoft kalashenko, hands wet from nervousness

When they see us, because that's how it always goes

Head from the shop in rice, it also cures AIDS

They would do anything and everything to please everyone

But you will see that the real leads to the top of the pyramid