Chorus: Killa Fonic
My punks don't only have my voice.
Hola boss, you burned yourself, we roast you.
I got my own team like on Bernabeu
We roll on the segway in the industry, we turn it around.
My punks don't only have my voice.
Hola boss, you burned yourself, we roast you.
I got my own team like on Bernabeu
We roll on the segway in the industry, we turn it around.
Killa
2 oldschool chords, I fuck them in Tommy Hilfiger socks
They keep botching my name, but they tell me I'm cool and fuckboy and I make my syrup in the bottle (?)
Put it on, mommy, put it on to soothe me.
Go go Lama (Blade aka Killa), do it in rhymes.
Mommy tells me I do it right. Hoeeee praise me well!
Satrabond (from vagabond) till I die (kindda), you met with the devil
Satrabond (from vagabond) till I die (kindda), you met with the devil
Benzito benzito benzito hoe, hey, hey
Affiliated with punks from Bucharest hey
If I make a phone call, a whole stadium comes
Like my fanbase in Ploiesti, nigga
I left the ghetto and the slums, nigga
I got to (the point where I'm) (be) able to do anything i want, nigga
2: Nosfe
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch Satra is coming, bau, bau, bau
Nosfe with the ark on the wave wave wave, nigga with London, take it take it take it
Skinny with the Egypt hm hm hm, Gutza and the ships, uu uu uu
Lu-k beats, oh noooo!
These guys are climbing on the industry, we deserve to make us a statue
bau bau, jumps the punk in you if you're cool
Don't hide if you like it, don't be afraid
To do what I do, i had to lose a summer
After the spring tournament, flavored with spices
People start to twitch, when they see me there in the room
And I don't hit the gym, but swell when there comes up
someone and kills this nigga vibe of mine
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga!
I wreck them ("I make them rice" - expression), call me Uncle Benz,
Don't ask me, please, what BENZ stands for
If you don't have the hundred thousand eurabbits
We already said this in interviews
Again
I wreck them, call me Uncle Benz,
Don't ask me, please, what BENZ stands for
If you don't have the hundred thousand eurabbits
We already said this in interviews
Peace
3: Ed:
It got to a point where even that mom of yours knows me, the golddigger(?) who listens to manele (gypsy music)
Once: because I'm called what I'm called
and 2: because i really sing MANELE
If you wanna know about my team
It's in the world where Pele came from
We're Real like Madrid, HALA!!
We aint got time, We aint got time
We only got time for the time that makes the money
Au au! My little Satra is in trouble
All our enemies wish us bad
Cuz our play is on another level
Ha ha ha look, see, how bizzare
It's weird, this guy with Bercenary flow
Don't know his name, but I know he's Satra-er
And in one song he says 'Has da car' ("suck my dick" in gypsy)
Messin around on the Segway, in Timpuri Noi (street)
With a nigga, brother with 2 others and a redneck.
Blessed, Excellent, BENZ
We dress BENZ, we piss BENZ
We fuck BENZ, we smoke BENZ, we breathe BENZ
OSOD 2 you touch it, be careful, hands! (football)
4: Keed:
Imagine a pharaoh in a snow white t-shirt
Nigga (crow) head instead of wolf head, instead of football shoes, heeled shoes
Too much of a boy, perfumed, well dressed from head to toes, IMACULATE
Clean record, illuminated punk, much too advanced
Yeah I know you're shocked that I don't help cheaters, dummies and blind people.
Amen in the name of The Holy Nigginity, do yourself a favor and put yourself out of misery!
You're hurting yourself, we're not hurting you
Necrophile like Ill Bill, you think you're a shark? We fry you like in the movie, Kill Bill!
The playground is my second home
Let's play or go the fuck home
Walk away and forfeit your place in case you can't keep up
They carried me on their backs to the throne
I feel like I am, a champion!
Me - Hagi, you - Sanmartean
I on Bernabeu, you on the National.