V.i.p. - 5 minuta slave
CHORUS
Reperi svi cekaju pet minuta slave
Tri da trose pare, dva da jebu rave
A nasih 5 minuta nikako da stane
Gore svaka ruka, neka klimaju se glave Keve mi jebe mi se sta misle gnjide
reperi seru o meni ko da su bivse ribe
Samo tise sine odjebi da ne bi poco ja da pisem rime o tebi
A to ti se ne bi dopalo, karijera i posao sve bi propalo
Sad zvucis jako dosadno nekad si mi se dopado
Ti znas da je opasno kaciti se psihopatom
Jer ubicute lopatom ima da te zakopamo
Studijo sa losom opremom ko pre dopre do cilja
Onaj sto oprezno cilja ima price dobre
Dok pucaju bubne opne od beat-a
Ekipa puna apetita, bolje reci nezasita
I citam vas ko graf sa zida i drugar bices bolji nikad
Nase sranje gruva ti si druga liga
U kuci Struka, Vanja, Lud, Demian i Ikac
Brate znas da nas bas puno ima
Krece bas pojacaj gas kada ritam krene
Pitaj mene sta sve za kes smes
Mislis da si kersme, ali price su ti smessne
Svima pusis karu kao cesne da se besje
Pesme za bescenje vezes padas test
Nisi cuo best je dok sest ortaka kazu da si les
batice Dopustite da otvorim vam oci, pa pocni
Da vidim da ga srocis, jer Struka roka sranje
Roka sranje svake noci,
da beat-ovi su mocni
Pa stihovi su socni
ja vidim da te pece ali plikovi ce proci
ljudi cesto kazu mi da likovi ce doci
da skinu ovu krunu brate, to nece moci
jer danas snima svako ko i njihove mame
likovi misle da su kraljevi a repuju ko dame
gledam stancuju se spotovi, reperi i albumi
a retko da se desi da neko dzepove napuniV.i.p. - 5 minuta slave - http://motolyrics.com/vip/5-minuta-slave-lyrics-english-translation.html
bolesno sranje jer oni vole to sranje
imas mikrofon u ruci spusti dole to sranje
sada braca su na bini, ljudi mole za sranje
posle certa i flerta ribe su gole i sranje
prvi put i drugi put ja bato rokam za sebe
treci ide za ekipu cetri ide za tebe CHORUS Dopusti mi da pogledam vas da vidim ko ste
Opusti se slusaj moj glas oseti goste
U kraju jasemo spusteno i lagano
(to ste vi VIP) ribo naravno
Reci svom decku da me ne gleda spod oka
Kratak mi je fitilj ribo sa njim cu obrisati lokal
Jos jedan korak nadomak smo duge
Spremite mi blago zlato evre ili funte
Najbolji i najlepsi najcistiji od svih
I najsvetliji u mraku brate VIP
Nek zazvone alarmi, sirene uzbune zbog sranja
Uradicemo svasta Boze zbog postovanja
Ja sam Vlado Georgiev kad u pitanju je rep
Ja sam Bog i batina kad u pitanju je svet
Bic Bozji Atila kada da kazes ne
Evo ekipa je na vratima oteci ce ti svet
VIP brate Ajde mi dozvoli Rexxxona dodaj mi soli
(Lud izvoli) koliko li repera voli
Da budu vezani goli furaju poziv mentoli
Halo, halo molim stalno zvoni i zvoni
U beef-u s ovim i onim moracu da vas klonim
Iz igre gonim i gonim u uho ide gde stignem kurtoni
Ti ljudi gore od ljubomore pa govore o tome
Da Lud treba da potone, ali ne, ne, ne
Sve te skotove ubijam ko politicare murija
Iz studija sranje je moje tvoje uvo upija
Kazes da si riba krupnija za tebe sam rep industrija
Usijacese Rusija kad iz uzija
Klasa iskusnija krene da roka i uzima
Ja tu sam - a boli me - ko si da si picko - pusi ga
Ko gospodari scenom i podzemnim terenom
Da cujem jos jednom sinak ruke u nebo CHORUS
V.i.p. - 5 Minutes Of Fame (English translation)
CHORUS
All the rappers wait for 5 minutes of fame
3 to waste money, 2 to f*ck chicks
But our 5 minutes of fame can't stop at all
Every hand up, let the heads nod
DEMIAN
I swear (lit. my mother), I don't give a f*ck what those pests think
Rappers talk nonsense about me like they're my ex-girlfiends
Just f*ck off quietly so that I don't start writing rhymes about you
But you wouldn't like that, your career and job, everything would fail
Now you really sound boring, once I liked you
You know it's dangerous to hang with a psychopath
Because I'll kill you with a shovel, we will bury you
A studio with bad equipment, who reaches the target first
The one that cautiously hits the target has good stories
While the ear-drums break because of the beat
A team filled with appetite, better said not satiated
I read you like graffiti on the wall and friend you won't ever be better
Our sh*t roars, you're second league
Struka, Vanja, Lud, Demian and Ikac in the house
Brother you know that there's really a lot of us
The bass starts, increase the gas when the rythem starts
Ask me everything what you may do with cash
You think you're a player, but your stories are funny
You give everyone head, like you don't want to f*ck
You associate with cheap songs, you fail the test
You haven't heard the best is while six friends say you're corpse (the sh*t I guess)
Brother
STRUKA
Allow me to open your eyes, then start
So I can see how you compose, because Struka rocks sh*t
Rocks sh*t every night
That the beats are mighty
So the rhymes are rich
I see that it stings you but the blisters will get better
People often tell me that characters will come
To take of this crown brother, that can't be able
Because today everybody records like their mothers
Characters think they're kings but they rap like queens
I see videoclips, rappers and albums get printed
But it happens rarely that someone fills his pocketsV.i.p. - 5 minuta slave - http://motolyrics.com/vip/5-minuta-slave-lyrics-english-translation.html
Sick sh*t because they love that sh*t
You have a microphone in your hand, drop that sh*t
Now the brothers are on stage, people beg for that sh*t
After the concert and the flirting, chicks are naked and sh*t
The first time and the second time brother I'm rocking it for myself
The third goes for the team and the fourth to you
CHORUS
IKAC
Allow me to look at you, so that I see who you are
Relax, listen to my voice, feel the guests
We ride low and easy in the neighborhood
(That's you VIP?) girl of course
Tell your boyfriend not to look at me with suspicion
Girl I have a short fuse, I'll whipe the club clean with him
One more step and we're within reach of the rainbow
Prepare me the treasure, gold, euro or quid
The best and the most beautifull, most clean of all
And the most radiate, brother, VIP
Let the alarm go off, the sirens go off because of sh*t
God we'll do anything because of respect
I'm Vlado Georgiev when it comes to rap
I'm the sole ruler when it comes to the world
Scourge of God, Atilla, when it yes you say no
The team is at the door they'll grab your whole world
VIP brother
LUD
Allow me Rexxxona (Demian) pass me the salt
(DEMIAN: Lud here you go) How many rappers like
To be tied up naked they call for menthol
Hallo, hallo, pardon me, it's always calling and calling
In beef with this and that (guy), I'll have to avoid you
From the game I talk and talk in the ear where I arrive, c*ndoms
Those people burn with envy so they talk about it
That Lud should drown, but no, no, no
I kill all those animals like the politicians (kill) the cops
My sh*t from the studio penetrates your ear
You say you're a big fish, but I'm the rap industry for you
Russia will be red-hot when out of an uzi
The more experienced class starts to rock and take
I'm here, but I don't care, who ever you are you p*ssy, f*ck off (lit. give head)
Like the masters of the stage and the underground field
Let me hear it once more son, hands in the air
CHORUS