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R. I. P.

(rest in piss)

Selimo se na i rap from rs (:

Ivica i Marica

Ovo moderna je prica o Ivici i Marici
O debeloj karini, ili maloj karici
Ko ce kome vise da zavuce, ona njemu ili oni starici
I kuca od slatkisa, da li je java ili on to sanja
Da li su bila prava ili lazna sva ona osecanja?
A pocelo je lepo, k'o sto uvek biva tako,
Rec po rec, iz dosade, sve je krenulo polako,
Minuti postali su sati, i tako dan za danom,
Ma ko jebe spavanje, bitno je druzenje s' ekranom,
I sa njom u njemu, ali sve u svemu,
Nije moglo uvek tako, imao je tremu,
Pred onaj prvi poziv, ali sve je proslo glatko
Opet, minut, sat, oni pricali su slatko,
Danima,
Kao u najlepsim romanima,
Ali onda joj je rekao da ga samo ona zanima...
Sta se onda desilo, jos mu nije sasvim jasno,
Ali za glas razuma, tad je bilo kasno,
Iako niceg nije bilo, on je zeleo da kaze,
Ali nije znao reci 'ne' kada zene nesto traze,
Pa je cutao,
otudjio od sveta i sam sebe sputao,
Voleo je jako, i razna sranja gutao,
Njeno 'mozda, videcemo' bilo mu je dosta,
Sve dok nije otiso kod nje i nasao u ulozi nepozvanog gosta...
Sve se tad promenilo, kuca od slatkisa tad se srusila,
Matora zla vestica njegove nade je ugusila,
On se vratio na staro, kratak fitilj opet pali,
Opet postali su bitni samo gudra i drugari
Osam meseci je proslo, njegov zivot novu knjigu pise
Tek ponekad se seti nje, zapita se sto je nema vise...
I bas tad se vratila,
Daljina nikad veca, mozda je to shvatila...
Mozda tek tada postalo je jasno,
I tad je prvi put rekla glasno
Neke bitne stvari, nisu vise nikako to samo drugari,
Mogao je da je nasmeje u sekundi, ali ko za to mari
Opet, zivot ih je zblizio, on je rek'o sta je imao
Ali su poceli problemi, opet dzabe on se cimao
Opet iskocila je vestica cim prisao je blize,
Opet sve je puklo, pa on opet iste rime nize
Ali morao je da zavrsi, isprica celu pricu,
Kad opet i u njegovoj basti poceli su slatkisi da nicu,
On sada sam gradi svoju kucu od slatkisa..
Eto, cisto da se zna, to njihova je prica...

Eci Peci Pec (himna o gandzi)

Cie, cipe, cpe, ja sam lima cze,
Bicarke u suknjicama, ja im gledam guze,
Tako skakucem ja gradom,
Medj' noge pridjem kradom,
Njuskica mi crvena, ja bih tebe rado
Od kare osusio,
al' svet mi se srusio
Kada sam ti sestro ja djanu onjusio
Cie, cipe, cpe, buxne su nam skupe
Murija nas ganja pa se stekamo u rupe
Dok purnjamo sprave, indo weed-a, trave,
I jos malo grasa, za naduvane glave
Dimcina na hilu, a u njoj drugari,
'des' bre brate' 'des' bre stari, daj sta da se vari'
Cie, cipe, cpe, ni sve vojne trupe
Nece mene spreciti da spurnjam svoje dupe,
Kazu fore su mi glupe, kazu da mi rima kida
Ali mene bole briga, uzmem indo weeda,
Motam ga bez stida, motam kao pravi,
Cie, cipe, cpe, ovo je oda o travi
Ovo je oda o spravi,
Buxni, spliff-u, blantu,
Da ne dehidririras cirkaj kolu nikad fantu,
Shejk jo guzu kantu,
Da zasluzis shata,
Ako glumis haj kles 'ravu - tamo su ti vrata,
Nema vise purnja samnom ko ne shvata
Sveta pravila tog kruga,
Nije buxna pljuga,
Cim cim dodas, jao, kakva tuga,
Ne balavi buxnu, balava ti keva,
I hladi to sranje, da ne bi pala sheva,
Ko to tamo peva?
Ko se to preduv'o?
Ko spava u shancu? Ko se nije cuv'o,
od dima?
Ko ima
Flesheve od granja?
Koga smo preskocili, pa sad pravi sranja?
Cie, cipe, cpe, odose da kupe
Bruka dobrog unka, al' je mali tke,
Mada, koga briga, bitno da se rola,
Svi sad nestaju u dimu... To je moja skola...

I miss...

I miss... Smokin' blunts bacc on the hill...
I miss... 'cause those g'z made me feel real...
I miss... Our walks around the fort...
I miss... Jaccin' fools just for sport...
I miss... My big sis', we could talk for days...
I miss you... But, again you changed yo' ways...
I miss my li'l sis'... Girl, we were true fam'...
I miss you... But a gay made you not give a damn...
I miss... Chillin' at my place for days and nights...
From Ghetto priest to the day I lost my fights...
I miss... Flyin' smoked bacons, pizza and gummy bears...
I miss it to, dude, the way we used to share...
Our lives... From A to the Z and bacc...
I miss the times when we had a full sacc...
Of weed... I miss... That flyin' around town...
I miss... All those troubles couldn't bring me down...
I miss... Japanese garden and chills...
Across the bridge... And all the time we used to kill...
Just chillin around... I miss my girl brotha M...
Killin' peggs, dissin' fags, just not givin' damn...
I miss my life... This shit's killin' yo' nigga...
I miss my people... You're the only thing between my hand and a trigger...

drafts folder...

2 meseca nisam bio gajbi, tako da cu ovde gurati sve sto imam iz drafts foldera...
takodje, prso mi je fon pa cu editovati jos ovo kasnije... do tad:


dozivljaji iz vma:

zajebat sam crnja, drzim vma pod opsadom,
babe srchu urin, dok ja se borim s dosadom
otvaram im dzemove, jogurte i sireve,
od dranja farme sa tv-a dobio sam cireve
po usima, po glavi
tripujem ko pravi
predugo sam strejt pa sanjam o spravi,
kad probudi me sestra, u oci kapi gura
pa se razderem ko stoka "za sve jos jedna tura"
pa gledaju me dede, kazu nevaspitana stoka,
a ja cuo baba neka shteka flashu shtoka,
pa shlihtam se ko pravi, shatro fino dete,
dizem sise njima s poda, e moj beli svete
gde zaglavio je crnja, put pun mi je trnja
cima doktor, gasim rimu, kupim svoja prnja...




stan sa roletnom vers:

u stan sa roletnom, je ona dosla setno,
ali kad je kretala izgledala je sretno
rekoh da joj necu nista, al' odma sam joj metn'o
jer rekla je da fali joj jedno kvalitetno
trpanje, sve rupe, od jutra do sutra,
kad joj nisam siso sisu, purnjao sam vutra
dva jutra, sam obr'o, da bi jebo dobro,
strejt sex nije grejt sex, a ja joj djanu odr'o
od kare, jer sam bio haj kao zmaj
poceli smo juce, jos ne vidi se kraj
al' je pocela da kmeci, nece radi blajv?
sta da kazem, sestro, onda bulju daj
nirvana u najavi, kaze vidi raj,
ne ritaj se prosuces mi ti od maka caj
u stanu sa roletnom, nista nije stetno
uvek alkohola, gudre i karanje spretno,
zamracena soba, ambijent je etno,
kao soko banja, dodjes setno odes sretno...



skontacete sto je ovo (i) ovde (valjda)

cistimo sad put, ispod snekog drveta, i ja, u trenutku inspiracije, uzimam metlu i krecem da igram/pevam:
- under the... tree... under the... tree...
our brooms are like feathers,
'cause under is better,
under the tree!
- sta pevas to idiote?!
-under the... tree... under the... tree...
i will rhyme forever...
'cause i'm to clever...
to speak normaly...


under the... tree...

xD
i tako... shirim ljubav i to xD
<3

Late night hype

Late night hype at the VMC
Some fools try to jacc me, but I can't see
What are they up to, but it doesn't matter
I tryed to tell thf, that it would be better
To stop with jackin', 'cause I ain't in mood
On the phone, with my love, and i feel too good
For their shit and their childish games
Now the slugs are flyin' trough the window frames
The walls are bloody, and the sheets are too
Four dead bodies, now what should I do?
I tought about getin' rid of the guns,
But I havent seen my boo eiht months
So I kept my guns, restocked my ammo,
And I'm breakin' out like Rambo
So I kicked down the door, got in the hall,
Killed the guard, left the body on the floor
See, this ain't the way I usualy act,
But I heard someone, had to react
I Hid in the closet, and changed my clothes
But when i opened the door i broke a guard's nose,
Now my cover is blown, alarm is sound,
Guess I'll have to burn this bitch to the ground...
But how will I do it? I'm in tough position
So I improvised a bomb from my ammunition
Ran to the kitchen, to buy me some time,
Oh, this gas pipe looks just fine
I hear the guards stackin' in the hall
So i tear the gas pipe off the wall
Jumped out the window, threw a bomb bacc in,
One big flash is all I've seen
Didn't look bacc, I ran to the station
Already heard people talking 'bout "the last patient"
I got on the train, and the city still burn,
Fucc it, now it ain't my concern.
Happy as hell, 'cause I'm gonna see my boo
Stand in my way, bitch, and you will burn too!

Runnin' for tha Deuce Trey (I want...)

Straight from the heights of 026
East side, G-hill, bacc on the mix
used to live high like an eagle, with my pockets fat,
Now i'm runnin for tha deuce tray with my gat'.
Deuce deuce was ok, but army got my head,
I meet few girls, but it ended bad
Now I'm into this shorty, and it will end better
Last time she almost slip'd, but now I wont let her.
I've heard CMW, and I set my mind
Up in smoke, now I sit, while I write and grind
And roll with pleasure, just me and Nina Ross,
Deuce trey, it's the time to show'em who's the boss
Started loadin' my clip with my lyrical slugs
And I loaded my blunts with my favorite drugs.
Now I puff and I flow, and in pants now I grow,
'cause she was on the phone... They say my mind is slow
And that the herb got me, but i'm quicc on my tech
Always ready to fill you with a whole damn pacc
Of led, through your head, comin' straight from my Nina
Stormin' yo' asses worse than huricane Catrina
And when we're at the Tray, free my nigga Deee,
Got to show some love to my WestCoast G'z
I want Eiht on my tracc, and Quik on the beat,
I want my nigga 7 to hit those LA streets,
I want to hear one more verse from BIG and Mac Dre
I want Spice and Yuk to take me to the bay
I want somethin' new from the 213,
I want to move away to the LBC
And I swear to fuccin god, I'm gonna rap my way trough that,
And I'm gonna get on the beat as soon as I get
The fucc out of this shithole, army got me numb
End is at the deuce deuce, I'm gonna stop actin' dumb,
I'm ready to rocc the masses,
I will bust yo fuccin asses,
It's either kill or be killed, deuce trey will be disastrous,
If you aint ready for the zizzle,
I'll bust a fuccin shizzle,
Through yo head, so bitch, what you gonna say?
Nigga Zizzle inna hizzle, and i'm runnin' for the deuce trey...