Istina

[Tekst pjesme "Istina" ft. Papi Batina]

[Strofa 1: Papi Batina]
Pada noć u kvartu, poginit će neko
Svanulo je u kvartu, opet je poginija neko
Nebo je crveno, cesta je siva, sve je crno
Šta je bilo je bilo, vučen bilo dok sve ne postane bilo
Svi smo savršeni u kvartu, žuto nam je ahilova peta
Gubitnici gube glavu prije puberteta
Teška su vrimena, često je suša
Neću govorit imena, znam da pandurija sluša
Geto bogat, prije ću umrit nego odat
Koja recesija, kraj glave me zovu mesija
Stalno sam napet, iman više žutog nego Red Carpet
Igramo poker po život, igraš ka pička, idem all in, nemaš ništa
Vidim po lošem blefu, old school sam ka Čelan u TBF-u
MC vegetarijanci neće govedinu samnom
Repam bez bita, likovi od straha klimaju glavom
Ulazim u birtiju, tišina ka groblje
Kurve u separeu, bilo roblje
Bedevija na šanku ima više botoksa u faci
Nego Staki, Papi B MC maci
Udaram šakom na šank ka Kerum
Vadim pare ka Kerum, sa frizurom ka Kerum
Pročita san jednu knjigu u životu, jednu više nego Kerum
Naša loža je VIP, čitam kurve ka strip
Sjeban lik, saspem ti klip u klik
Najtvrđi u gradu, sipamo prometazin ka limunadu
Svodničin’ tvoje kurve u mom kvartu
Svodničin’ moje kurve u tvom kvartu
Igram se s tvojim blokom
U tvom bloku se igram sa svojim glockom
Na Sustipanu tučemo đoku, gledamo Grašu
Acija sa stola vuče koku
U kvartu pušimo obilno, igramo domino
Ja sam mrtav ozbiljan, ti si mrtav ozbiljno
Gledam teletekst dok pišem tekst
Sereš da je naše sranje grezo
Jedeš samoglasnike, serem ti se na selo
Vidim te u gradu, ližeš sladoled ka kitu
Vidim te u Hemingwaya, ližeš kitu ka sladoled
Uzmem dvi bombe i M16
Ubijem vas 16 od 16, a imali ste tek 16
Serem se po tebi ka nikad
Mali MC se oće samnom slikat
Razvijem film, nema me na slici
Dublje sam u igri nego pop u dici
Duže sam u igri nego igla u žili
Na traci puknem ka bomba posred Prištine
Nedam kurvama ni lipe ka Trenutak Istine
Oću te prljave pare
Imam stare kurve ka Ožbolt-Škare, na kreku sjebane ka Bare
Sirove su ka komad mesa, vade šupu čim zasvira Ceca
Rasturim ih ka partiju PES-a
Di god se okrenem, vidim kurvu groznu
Neće mene, oće jebat moju Opel Corsu
Oko vrata dvi lisice, odvedem je u šupu
Stavim lisice, opalin u šupu
Ostavim lisice, otiđen u Tunu
Jebeš underground, Papi je komercijala
Uzmem ti pare, dobiješ šamar umisto fala
Reka san, jebeš underground, Papi je komercijala
Uzmem ti pare, dobiješ metak umisto fala

[Strofa 2: Papi Batina]
Nebo mi je granica
Moju kuburu i tvoje srce dili samo kišna kabanica
Cili dan kružim kvartom u autu, ruke smrde po barutu
Jebeš se samnom, ostat ćeš bez glave
Imam likove šta će ti oduzet život za ćevape
Pederu, premekan si, ja san pretvrd
Mirišeš na pičku, ja mirišem na smrt
Vruć sam ka metak, hladan ka smrt
Moje sranje nemoš ni smislit, jer san 15 godina isprid
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad, jer sam najtvrđi ikad
Cili dan sam u kvartu, nemoš me vidit nikad
Sjeban si od dopa ka Prika
Ti si niko i ništa, tvoja cura je moja pička
Uzmem ti sve, nemaš ništa

[Outro: Zoni]
Tvrđe! Tvrđe!
Tvrđe! Tvrđe!
Tvrđe!

[Verse 1: Papi Batina]
Night falls in the hood, someone will die
It dawns in the hood, someone has died
Sky is red, road is gray, everything is black
What was, was, I sniff coke until everything was
We are all perfect in the hood, dope is our Achilles' Heel
Losers lose their head before puberty
Times are hard, it's often a drought
I won't say the names, I know cops are listening
Ghetto rich, I'll die before I snitch
What a recession, they keep calling me messiah
I'm always tense, I got more dope than Red Carpet
We play poker for life, you play like a pussy
I go all in, you got nothing
I see by the bad bleff, I'm old school like Čelan in TBF
MC vegetarians don't want beef with me
I rap without a beat, guys shake their head from fear
I enter a bar, it's quiet like a graveyard
Whores in the séparé, white slaves
Bartender has more botox in face than Staki, Papi B MC maci
I bang on the table like Kerum
I pull out money like Kerum, with the haircut like Kerum
I read one book in my life, one more than Kerum
Our lodge is VIP, I read whores like a magazine
Fucked up guy, unload a clip in your head
Hardest in the city, we pour Promethazine like lemonade
I'm pimping your whores in my hood
I'm pimping my whores in your hood
I'm playing with your hood
In your hood I'm playing with my Glock
On Sustipan we hit đoku, we watch Grašo
Acija sniffs coke from the table
In the hood we smoke abundantly, we play domino
I'm dead serious, you're seriously dead
I watch teletext while I write the text
You say that our shit is rough
You swallow the vowels, I shit on your village
I see you in the city, you lick ice cream like a dick
I see you in Hemingway, you lick dick like an ice cream
I take two bombs and M16
I kill you sixteen out of sixteen and you were only sixteen
I shit on you like nobody, little MC wanna take photos with me
I develop the film, I'm not on the picture
I'm deeper in the game than pope in children
I'm longer in the game than needle in the vein
On the track I explode like a bomb in the middle of Priština
I don't give whores any money like Trenutak Istine
I want that dirty money, I got whores old like Ožbolt scissors
Fucked up on crack like Bare
They're raw like meat, they pull out their ass when Ceca sings
I tear them apart like a game in PES
Wherever I turn I see a terrible whore
Don't wants me, wants to fuck my Opel Corsa
Handcuff her, take her to the shed
Put the handcuffs, bang in the shed
Leave the handcuffs, go to Tuna
Fuck underground, Papi is commercial
I take your money, you get a slap instead of thanks
I said fuck underground, Papi is commercial
I take your money, you get a bullet instead of thanks

[Verse 2: Papi Batina]
Sky is my limit
My bullet and your heart is only separated by a raincoat
I cruise the hood all day, hands smell like gunpowder
You fuck with me, you will lose your head
I have guys who will take your life for ćevapi
Faggot, you're too soft, I'm too hard
You smell like pussy, I smell like death
I'm hot like a bullet, I'm cold like death
You can't see my shit cause I'm fifteen years ahead
This is the hardest ever, 'cause I'm the hardest ever
I'm in the hood all day, you can never see me
You're fucked up from dope like Prika
You are nothing and nobody, your girl is my bitch
I take everything from you, you have nothing

[Outro: Zoni]
Harder! Harder!
Harder! Harder!
Harder!