You Aint a Killer - Smoke Mardeljano, Juice

Ovo popiće ti mozak i oduzeti pamet

Ovo udara u čelo i ne ubada u đale

Opasno k’o kuća strave pa ti da l' ćeš ući

Niko nema tvrđe sranje kad Smoke je u kući

Oslušni, pa reci kako ti se čini

Kada istinu ti kažem, a ne kako mi se dimi

Reperi me ne zanimaju jer su debili

Kažu rime su im bombe, moje su projektili

Ulično sranje brate, nikad neće stati

Neki nikad neće znati kako mikrofon se mlati

Al' tripuju da znaju, pa bude smešno svima

Kada na nastupu ih pojede tišina

A pravog MS-ja krase muda do poda

Neću svuda da probam, znam kuda da hodam

I ne pokušavaj meni ta muda da prodaš

Jer će ovaj ovde crnja biti ludak do groba

‘De si Mićo, mili desi zapali ćo

Vrati se ovde da te ne bi isčekićo

Moja potreba je masan bit, rep hasam

Juice je stav uvek jasan, izrazito glasan

U poslednje vreme priča se o nekim rep glavama

Koje ću smrskati i samleti k’o orah u baklavama

Monstruozno izgledam, živim u pećini

Posle jednog versa znate da ste klinci lećini

Ove metke pravim sam da se zna ko je ubica

Umesto groblja trebala je Hip Hop zajednica

Dokle ćete daviti sa stihovima bez pokrića

Srpski fristajl je kao kasting domaćeg pornića

Frik šou face k’o iz south parka

Bićete iskusni kad stanete pored hladnog Darka

Zabadam lovu koja dolazi iz Granda

Tamo su bolje kurve nego vi iz underground-a

Najbolje da ću da čekam noćni

Po stanicama da se kočim

Ja Rolam BMV, dick suck moraš bočni

Na pola godine od gudre ispada ti jedan zub

Dobro došao u klub, vadim pišu daj mi ljub

This will drain your brain and take away your mind

This hits the forehead and doesn't stab the devil

Dangerous as a house of horrors, so will you come in?

No one has harder shit when Smoke is in the house

Listen, so tell me what you think

When I tell you the truth, not how I smoke

Rappers don’t interest me because they’re morons

They say rhymes are their bombs, mine are projectiles

Street shit bro, it'll never stop

Some will never know how a microphone beats

But they try to know, so it's funny to everyone

When silence eats them at the performance

And a real MS adorns the balls to the floor

I won't try everywhere, I know where to go

And don't try to sell me those balls

Because this nigger here will be crazy to the grave

"Where are you, Mico?

Come back here so they don't wait for you

My need is a fat bit, tail hasam

Juice's attitude is always clear, extremely loud

There have been rumors lately about some tail heads

Which I will crush and grind like a walnut in baklava

I look monstrous, I live in a cave

After one verse, you know you're a kid

I make these bullets myself to know who the killer is

The Hip Hop community was needed instead of a cemetery

How long will you choke with verses without cover

Serbian freestyle is like casting domestic porn

A freak show face from south park

You will be experienced when you stand next to the cold Darko

I stab the money coming from the Grand

There are better whores there than you from the underground

I'd better wait for the night

At the stations to brake

I Roll BMW, dick suck you have to side

Half a year from the gudra, one of your teeth falls out

Welcome to the club, I take out the letter give me love