Lisice - trox

Pošto bato za taj drip, ti bi pitô

Ne ispituj MISTER MISTER sad da ne bi skitô

Lisice, samom sebi stavljaš lisice

Litice, samog sebe niz litice

Ako trap je šahovska tabla, ja sam u ulozi kralja

Ti si pijun, mada, ti to ne kapiraš sada, jer si piglu

Kapiram da sam u ringu sa sobom do kraja

Samo je ostao minut;

ovde i džukele grizu, pa ja sam postao pitbull

U snovima gruva mi bass na max;

u kolima duva mi 'rava ta;

flow života kao

Busta Rhymes Nisam hippie kao Rastaman, nisam komerc, nisam Rasta fan

Odmah pucam, ništa rasprava, bićeš plav kao Avatar

Ja nisam reper, da l' to kapiraš?

Da to mi je samo paravan?

Gledali rane sa ranama, pa zar vam sad nije jasno da otmeno otmemo pazar vam?

Iz dana u dan rastemo — kamata;

duge su cevi kô karavan

Malena kaži mi kol’ko bi karata?

Za kol’ko se karaš sad?

Ako padnem na ustima biće mi katanac

A da li znaš kol’ko košta likvidacija?

Ponekad samo frustracija

Na beat-u mi je ilustracija;

prozivaš me, na šta ciljaš?

Promašaj, moraćeš bolje da naciljaš

Ako umrem mlad biću nasmejan jer treba mi mir u duši, ova 'zika je mir za uši

Sanjam — nemoj da me budiš

Stvaram — nemoj da se čudiš

Stvaran, al' nisam kao ljudi

Sada nemoj da mi sudiš, a kada dođe dan sudnji ja znam šta nosiću na duši

Pošto bato za taj drip, ti bi pitô

Ne ispituj MISTER MISTER sad da ne bi skitô

Lisice, samom sebi stavljaš lisice

Litice, samog sebe niz litice

Mala radi cowgirl kao August Ames

U ovom trap-u ja sam Jesse James

Da sam crnac, I’d be spitting flames

Sve me traže, ali nemam Face

Igraš igru, ali nemaš game

Ja sam uzô set, a ti nemaš game

Ona daje sve, a ti nemaš game

Čak i juriš keš zato što nemaš gain

Gledam vas kako se kurčite, čime kad nemate guzice?

U pesmama priče sa ulice, u spotu su pičke sa ulice

Neću koks, brate nemam šta da popravim

Čuvam nos, ne guram ga gde su poslovi

A oni viču «Trox, brate, kad ćeš da se proslaviš?»

Ja samo ćutim, šljakam, ne možeš ni da pretpostaviš

Sa sobom vučem brata, tako nalažu mi kodeksi

Jer lako zaboraviš sve kad keš osetiš

I nisam se prodô zbog autotune-a i neću nikad da se clout-om guram

Camaro upad na scenu bruda, vozim pesmu kô da Camaro furam

Tunnel Vision, kô Kodak crn sam, uvek lagan flow brate kô da duvam

Lagano buraz, uvek dodam buraz, uvek dobar drugar

Uglavnom uvek na pola puta kad zoveš, a kažem da tu sam

U meni je reper, al' bolje da nije — ne zatvaram usta i previše šijem

I previše pucam po beat-u i linije pišem jer lud sam u stihu kô Brutal i mračan

kô Brut

Al' pokazô sam muda i piše mi ime na titlu, nauči da čitaš i proveri rimu

Pošto bato za taj drip, ti bi pitô

Ne ispituj MISTER MISTER sad da ne bi skitô

Lisice, samom sebi stavljaš lisice

Litice, samog sebe niz litice

Since I'm tapping for that drip, you're going to drink

Don't question MISTER MISTER now, lest you miss it

Handcuffs, you handcuff yourself

Cliffs, himself down the cliffs

If the trap is a chessboard, I am in the role of king

You are a pawn, although you don't realize it now, because you are a pig

I understand that I am in the ring with myself until the end

There's only a minute left;

mutts bite here too, so I became a pit bull

In my dreams, I'm grooving the bass to the max;

in the car it blows 'rava ta';

flow of life as

Busta Rhymes I'm not a hippie like a Rastaman, I'm not a commercial, I'm not a Rasta fan

I'll shoot right away, no discussion, you'll be as blue as the Avatar

I'm not a rapper, do you understand that?

That it's just a cover for me?

We looked at wounds with wounds, so don't you understand now that we are going to steal your market in style?

We are growing day by day — interest;

the pipes are as long as a station wagon

Little one, tell me how many tickets would you like?

How much are you fighting for now?

If I fall on my face it will be a padlock

And do you know how much liquidation costs?

Sometimes just frustration

I have an illustration on the beat;

you're calling me names, what are you getting at?

Miss, you'll have to aim better

If I die young I'll be smiling because I need peace in my soul, this 'zika is peace for my ears

I'm dreaming — don't wake me up

I create — don't be surprised

Real, but I'm not like people

Now don't judge me, and when the day of judgment comes I know what I will carry on my soul

Since I'm tapping for that drip, you're going to drink

Don't question MISTER MISTER now, lest you miss it

Handcuffs, you handcuff yourself

Cliffs, himself down the cliffs

Mala does cowgirl like August Ames

In this trap I'm Jesse James

If I were black, I'd be spitting flames

Everyone is looking for me, but I don't have a Face

You're playing a game, but you don't have game

I took a set, and you don't have a game

She gives everything, and you have no gamma

You're even chasing cash because you don't have gain

I'm watching you guys fucking, what do you do when you don't have asses?

In the songs of stories from the street, in the video there are bitches from the street

I don't want coke, bro, I have nothing to fix

I keep my nose, I don't push it where the jobs are

And they shout "Trox, brother, when are you going to be famous?"

I'm just silent, slag, you can't even imagine

I'm dragging my brother with me, that's what the codes tell me

Because you easily forget everything when you feel the cash

And I didn't sell myself for autotune and I will never push myself with clout

Camaro burst onto the scene, I'm driving a song like I'm driving a Camaro

Tunnel Vision, like Kodak I'm black, always light flow bro, who can I blow

Easy brother, I always add brother, always a good friend

Mostly always halfway when you call, and I say I'm here

There's a rapper in me, but it's better not to — I don't close my mouth and sew too much

And I shoot too much on the beat and I write the lines because I'm crazy in the verse like Brutal and dark

who Brutus

But I showed my balls and wrote my name on the subtitle, learn to read and check the rhyme

Since I'm tapping for that drip, you're going to drink

Don't question MISTER MISTER now, lest you miss it

Handcuffs, you handcuff yourself

Cliffs, himself down the cliffs