I have the mike open
The nagative on the cd yeah
Too dope !
The rhytm is good, i put ya on move, by force
We claim the stage after the first shout
Down-to-earth" , and loaded
I 'm restless
Them losers, are sayin' that i act with airs
I'm laughin hard ,
All them losers , in the women wc , "are tough"
I have third-degree burns, down my trouth, still i pour them up
And still 4 hours at night i sleep
I give back, any insult , tenfold
I give ya'll back, with harsh in ears, and them soft knees
Chorus
We act violently, "ya'll put us on the radio"
We say what we want, and don't give a fuc* about the system
We act violently, "ya'll put us on the radio"
We say what we want, and don't give a fuc* about the system
I'm told all the time , that i'm not having feelings, in fact
I have them , wrapped into a condom, tied up after every contact
i'm deadbeat for the state, tired of stayin' in this State
Cloaked i'm combating, anything that's plain, now i'm beatin'
Any ho' in the bed , for every thing that i do
Same excuse slips from my lips: "I am drunk"!
Being drunk, i consume , inhale and exhale fume
Them cops are by my door, "i tell them that i am not at home now
On the 7 ways i continue my walk
You tell me to go to hell, but i can't
Cause i;m already there now
Chorus
Big anouncement for them drunk ho'*
This isn't bass-relief
It is me, that takes a pee* with the back against the wall
In bed when i fuc* , it's a complete contact
The ho runs with the curtain on her head
It's funny, enjoy the moment !
I am that one , that slips it down ya throa*
When lights gets off
I am not pious by way , i'm without regrets
I fuc* on them politic people, they're all the same
Put the glass on the wall
TO hear what you didn't
If i were a little bit more stupid , i would've been happy
Chorus
I'm abonated at Love plus when women don't want se*
Lead by THC , ya know that i like to be confuse
Full of nerves (i am) , in the Dacia car
When passes by, some low life rich man
Driving a lexus
I'm drunk, high, obsessed, i'm how i want
There are plenty peeps that speak volumes, but nothing new
I would've been in some other place, far, now i would've
had nice doe'
If i would've had luck in my life of money , like i have of fools
You criticisem but don't know me, take care what ya ask of me
'cause i let you like after a dentist check, with ya money
taken and with pains
Chorus
I hate on them fool peeps, same as i hate the fasting food
Ya go ahead: pay another face , to smile for you, for doe'!
The life's the only hell, an ethernal torment
If day by day ya are your own subaltern
Outside is an unfriendly time ,
And my fam' don't have money, to keep me sitting on my
ars* at home
Message for them fans, who whants to know me
"Idols aren't a thing, let the musicx speak "!
The vinyl is rollin , the hours seem short
Don't stress yourself, i have lots of rhymes!
Chorus
Living in Romania , we're part of a poor nation
Where in every stairwell , it smells badly
" It seemed funny" to me, same as a joke,
When ya lost your chain , and ya sys lost her virginit* in
the same gand
You show yourself with Bling=Bling when all is covered
by shi*
In poverness, in a depraved system
You show up like O Diddy
The diference is that he makes also money
Not just impressions
I give on the beat from a ditch
And i conscious fuc* , on the McDonald generation