Z's lyrical corner

[Z]

Ako niko nema nista protiv, posto ce mi lodi-dodi uskoro otici u istoriju...
Ja cu sacuvati svoje umostvorevine ovde......
(fil fri tu koment)

da pocnem od pocetka... (:
Remember the time, we were walkin' down the street,
Got (the) headphone in my ear, tryin' to figure out the beat,
And once again, u were talkin' 'bout you're trouble,
I have got no idea that I'm gonna make it double,
I guess u knew that people talk shit behind you're back,
I was defendin' u... I still do, 'couse when u lack
Friends, u try to keep what u got,
But, every jealous bitch is tryin' to find a week spot,
Of your friend, you, (and) every single thing u stand for,
Like when u don't know (how) to dance – and they push u to the dance floor....
But, still, I fucked it up, and I'm sorry for real,
But, if we were true friends, why (THE FUCK) are u lettin' this kill
Our friendship, us, and four beautiful years...
One mistake, we're gone, and I’m sittin' in tears.....
And I'm not a shame of that, 'couse i know what I did,
U turned your back to me, I almost turned back to weed,
But, shit, I said NO! I'm gonna do this like a man,
No drugs, No alcohol, just took paper and pen,
And there were these lines, just to say that I'm sorry....
You've left (me), but Crazzy™ will always be here, so don't worry,
U know that, no mater where u go, and no matter what u do,
 Fuck the beef........  I’m always here for u........


Now I write these lines, and you are with your new friends,
He’s so better than me, but all he really wants to do is bend
You over and then stab the knife in your back
I keep pushing them away, so people think I’m whack,
And when you look back the only thing you see is me
Fighting with the air, so you think I’m a freak,
You remember we were friends, so you turn your head away,
And then I imagine that once again we play
Risk, instead of sittin’ and learnin’
Again, we laugh together, but my skin starts burnin’,
BAM!!! I wake up, and realize that it was all a dream,
This ain’t gonn’a happen. We will never be a team!
Again. But hey, at least dreams ain’t forbidden…
Who knows, one day I might go to Sweden,
Russia, U.S., or S.A. (South African) Republic,
When I finish this song and make ti public,
No, I don’t mean the song – I mean the pain,
I have to get it out! It’s killin’ my brain!
I fucked it up, you go away, and there go 4 years…
Again, I write another verse sittin’ in tears,
To let the world know ‘bout the shit that I made,
I know that it was big, I’m ready to stand in front of brigade,
And let them shoot me…. I promise! I won’t cry!
Jebiga Milice izvini… toliko od mene za kraj…..

[Z]

vise ni ja nisam siguran u hronoloski redosled... xD
Valjda je ovo sledece...

Jos jedna noc… opet sam sjeban samo tako,
Jos jedan dan… opet sam celu noc plak’o
Opet sam skakao po sobi besan, jer nisam znao za sebe,
Jos jedan dan… ja opet mislim na tebe…

Novi dan, novi grad, jos jedna nova avantura,
Jos jedan lik u kafani koji svoj nos gura
U moje blokche, sta njega briga sta ja pisem?
Oter’o bih ga u qu…… ali ne mogu vishe,
Jer, Ponovo sam sjeban, ponovo u kurcu,
Proshlo je godinu dana. Vreme je da kazem sta mi je na srcu
Da otvorim staru ranu, da dodam jos malo soli,
Ko ga jebe, I onako nece prestati da boli,
Jer ja je volim!!!
I ne zelim zbog toga da se stidim,
da se krijem – necu, hocu jos samo jednom da je vidim
onako, prelepu, predivnu, ljupku, chednu, mladu,
nju jednu jedinu, ne one kopije po gradu,
koje vidjam u svim curama, I mesam ih sa njom,
-Brate, eno je Maja… opet ispao sam som,
Opet ispao sam kreten, daj brate josh jenu chashu,
Imam vishak para, ma daj mi celu flashu,
I dodaj mi taj blunt, I odmah srolaj novi,
Obet cu da se otkinem… imas kredu? Ajde zovi
Taxi, jer nocas od mojih nogu vajde nema,
-sta se desava sa ziggy-jem? Predamnom Ne pokrece se tema,
Ima par njih koji znaju, ali, oni mudro cute,
Ima vise njih koji ne znaju, ima dosta njih koji mute,
Iza ledja meni, da izmuzu nesto para,
Za pice – dva – tri… majka mu stara,
200 dinara…
Shta napravi od drugara…
200 dinara………
Shta napravi od drugara………………


Jos jedna noc… opet sam sjeban samo tako,
Jos jedan dan… opet sam celu noc plak’o
Opet sam skakao po sobi besan, jer nisam znao za sebe,
Jos jedan dan… ja opet mislim na tebe…


Seti se samo tvrdjave, onih (bar meni) divnih dana,
Da li jos uvek nosish zute shnale? Da li snove lovish sama?
Da li nekad pomislish na mene? Da li je dobro ili loshe?
Da li sam zasluzio zagrljaj, stisak ruke ili kroshe?
Da li kazesh da me znash? Ili me se stidish?
Shta mi radi Hailie? Da li uopshte zelish da me vidish?
Da li I ovo pishem uzalud, ili imam bar josh jednu shansu?
Da li stoji ono “prijatelj” ili si bila u transu
Samo rekla neshto… ne znajuci shta to znachi?
Da li je to bila laz, namenjena da otkachi
(josh) jednu budalu koja misli samo na tebe,
Koju svi zajebavaju, ali kojoj se ne jebe
Ni 5% za te nepismene kretene,
Koji ljubav znaju samo sa filma, dok moja polako vene,
I pretvara se u neshto daleko gore,
Ali ne mogu to da dozvolim, o, ti ogavni stvore,
Koji teras me na zlo, molim te bezi sad daleko,
Dok jos nije kasno, dok jos nisam stek’o
Pogresno mishljenje o savrshenstvu, poslatom sa nebesa,
Oluje, munje, gromove, epicentar zemljotresa
Bih preziveo samo jos jednom da je vidim,
Da je dotaknem, da pokazem da se ne stidim,
Svojih osecanja… I da bih mogao da prebolim…
Ziggy za maju… sta tju kad je volim…

:’(

Poslednja noc… kada sam sjeban samo tako,
Poslednji dan… poslednju noc sam preplak’o
Poslednji put sam skakao po sobi, jer nisam znao za sebe,
Zelim poslednji dan… u kome cu da mislim na tebe…

[Z]

ovo je kao skoro najnovije... (lajk, ima 2 godine... xD)

Back in the big town, now nothin’ can stop me from writing,
More than two months have passed, and it’s time to start fighting
To get my life back together, To fly around free like a feather,
To make my flow a bit better, and most of all I would like to get a
Chance, to try just one more time to set things straight,
Talk to me! Just one last time! Have a little fuckin’ fate,
In me, in my love, even in your freakin’ words!
Was I a fool to believe you instead of those nerds
When they were telling me to leave you, when they told me I was trippin’
“For ever and ever” was that a lie? Damn, I feel like puttin’ a whole fuckin’ clip in
My head, Just to try to release my self from pain,
Because every thing I think of, just make a god damn chain reaction,
It ain’t just a physical attraction,
I soooo freakin’ love you! I can’t control my actions Any more!
And I feel like a fuckin’ whore when I’m with someone other
And it hurts me even more when I look at my father,
He has two gorgeous women that love him, and he’s STILL fucking around
Me? Nah… I’d rather be 6 ft. under ground
And if I’m considered a fool because of that, I’d wear that title with proud,
Fool, stupid, insane, crazy… Oh, damn, I’ll even shout it loud.
Because, you know, I had a dream… Again and again
About me and you under one flag, under one banner!
Standing united for ever and ever, and whole world under our feet.
Now it’s all gone… And I just want to meet
With you one last time, just to look you in the eyes,
I want to make it up, for every single one of your cries…
I want to make it up even for the things I haven’t done,
Because I want you to know that you were the one And only,
Without you I feel lonely…
Without you I feel hollow,
And I’m ready to swallow my fuckin’ pride,
Just lie down, and glide….
In the beautiful memories, do you remember the tower?
I do! I sit there some times, thinking about our first hour,
I still remember your eyes, when I said “I love you” first time,
I’m seeing them now, while writing this rhyme!
And I can’t take it no more. And I know it is over!
And I’m still sad as shit! And I can’t fall any lower…
And all of you can’t say what you wish, I read the law, and I know my crime…
So I swear… This “I love you!”… Was the last fuckin’ time..

[Z]

Ovo mi je bio ispit iz engleskog na faxu...
Provesorka je svrshavala satima... xD Idiota.....

I daydream about a world without lies,
The perfect world, where the person that cries
Is crying just because she’s happy, she’s thrilled
She must let the world know that she’s filled
With feelings like love, excitement, joy,
Because this is her life, and she can enjoy
And have no fears that her actions will be considered political,
The public won’t give a damn, and the only one that will be critical.
Is herself, in the world where you can’t be wrong,
Where everybody is strong,
Damn… this dream is taking too long,
Finish a song,
Make a beat and make this public,
I’m so good! Famous all over the republic,
Be the best of the best, the one you don’t want to be tempered!
The truth is… I just want to be remembered……

[Z]

Ovo mi je bio maturski iz srpskog...

Umetnost nam i u najgušćoj tami osvetljava put
ljubavi, istine, dobrote i harmonije


Poslednji dan skole, a ja opet sam
Sam u masi, ali za njih ja nemam više šta da dam
Jer ta masa se ponaša kao neka nezadrživa sila
Veštica iz košmara, a ne dobra vila
A ja, opet sam otišao, uzeo blokče, marker u ruku
Teku novi stihovi i strofe, da prekratim sebi muku
Jer ovi stihovi su jedina stvar koja mi pomaže
Da pobegem od zla, da se sklonim od odmazde
Sila mraka, ja se još mračnijim stihovima borim
Zato ne biram ni vreme ni mesto kada ću da ih stvorim
Doduše, svega par ljudi (zaista) razume ovo što ja pišem
A oni su moj vazduh, bez njih ne mogu da dišem
Mada... naučio bih! Kao feniks iz pepela se vratio
Ali bez jedne stvari ne mogu, to tek nedavno sam shvatio
Da bez stihova sledi mi totalni raspad sistema
I Bože! Zašto ovaj tunel izlaz nema
Ali opet uzimam papir i olovku, svetlo počinje da jača
Krčim svoj put rečima, kao oštricom mača
I polako sav bes nestaje, polako prestajem da budem ljut
Mač se pretvara u cvet, ja sam našao svoj put
Dve totalno različite strane svemoćne reči
Ali, krik ranjenih bića iz tame još u ušima mi ječi
Znam da je malo falilo da postanem isto što i oni
Sa jedne strane je tunel, sa druge crkveno zvono zvoni
Da li da se vratim u tminu i da spasim ta stvorenja
Ili da izaberem ljubav... i istinu za pokolenja
Koja slede... zaista ne znam šta da radim
Ali znam da me je ovaj stih spasio i da na njemu ću da gradim
Sebe, svoju budućnost, i ako neko ima nešto protiv toga
Baš me briga! Jer ovo sam ja, ovo sam dobio od Boga
Iako mnogi ne smatraju da je umetnost ovo
Ja smatram! I volim svako svoje slovo
Oni kojima se ne sviđa – mogu samo da se ljute
A ja se vraćam na svoje, naime neznane pute
Ka neznanom cilju, ali poznatim sredstvom
I sada dostojanstveno se opraštam, nikada bekstvom
Toliko od mene i ove „umetnosti“ što mi je data Bogom
Z znači kraj... ovo je poslednje zbogom...

[Z]

ovo su mi "naruchili"... xD Dzizs, sta sam ja radio... :S

Remember the time, and the last night I was crying,
That was all true, and now I might be lying,
I might be wrong, in delusion,
It might all be an illusion,
This fusion,
Had a simple conclusion,
This shorty I loved ain’t the only one around,
Other one came; I got my feet back to ground,
Made me open my eyes, been blind for too long,
She made me think again! She made me feel strong!
She was the one that made my last rhymes to flow,
She released the old good me, the one that used to blow
Every single thing that used to stand on my way,
You know… the time that I wouldn’t prey
to God for something, when I just stud up and did it,
This is for you, Atjka, will never forget it,
What you did to me, with just one picture,
Don’t know how to say “Thankz”, so I send you this scripture,
As a message of love, respect, thank, and support,
When you need somewhere to hide, this will be your lyrical fort,
Your shelter, from ignorant fools that make you sad,
If you ever need anything, I will be glad
To help, you completely have me under your control,
What else can I do to person that helped me fill the hole
Within me… one love for that beautiful hair,
For that gorgeous face, I know it ain’t fair
When some people just want to wreck
Your life and when the one don’t love you back,
ali veruj mi, sve ce biti u redu, znam…
Toliko za sad… drugi vers kad te upoznam…

[Z]

Ovo je bilo za mog matorog...



Zasto, o zasto ima takvih retardiranih kretena
Kako da razumem, kada neko u glavi nema
Ni dovoljno mozga da brine za svoje jebeno dete
On je kao faca sto mu picke okolo lete
Sto kara svaki dan novu fuxu u stanu
Decu, bivsu I sadasnju zenu na stranu
Vazno da je njemu dobro, da je on vecito sit
A ja toliko jedem da ne mogu napravim shit
Na wc solju ne pamtim kada sam seo
Nije ni cudo kada 3 dana nista nisam jeo
Kada sam za 10 dana imao jedva obroka 5
Do kurca da sve ide, gde je otisao ovaj svet
Kada se rodjeni otac prema meni ponasa tako
Kevi ako kazem, najebacu jako
Jer znam d ace onda da ga iznapushava kod zene
Osetjao bih se kriv za tu zenu koja vene
Za dvoje predivne Dece, ne zelim da zavrse kao ja
Jesu moji uvek bili “ok”, ali secanja
Na noci kada sam plakako zbog toga, ucinila su svoje
Zbog toga cutim, zajmim, trpim, isteracu svoje
Sranje do kraja, pokazacu da sam jaci, da sam bolji
Da imam muda I da jednom bicep o mojoj volji
Nece mi dirigovati prababa iz groba
Necu slusati nikakvog majchinog roba
Koji nema svoje ja, koji gazi I pljuje po sebi
Ako ti je majka, ali oche da li tebi
Ulazi u glavu da sam ti I ja neki rod
Nisam imao sve petice, pa napustas toneci brod?
Valjda sam zasluzio maker malo bolje od toga?
Samo da vas cujem da pomoc treba da trazim od boga
Koji me je I uvalio u cello ovo sranje
A ti, iako znam da te ima nikad nisam verovao manje
Da postojis, da imas neki jebeni plan
Terajte se u kurac I ti I on I prazan stan
I racunar I internet I fakultet I sve
Da li je vredno mog zivota? Jebeno NE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Thoron]

Ja moram da zinem O.o

[Z]

ja cu se suzdrzati od komentara
I shvatiti kao komplimenAt...

[ShappaDogg]

dobre stwari brate snimash li neshto?

btw owo je moj text za pesmu koju treba da snimim uskoro

od washe underground spike
nije ostao ni trachak
owaj grad je prazan
na owoj sceni sam sam
znam da sam jasan i glasan
reflektorom obasjan
wreme je da pochnem dakle
''dobar dan''
dobrodoshli u prwo poglawlje romana
demonstracije znanja
reakcije mase pobunjenog stanja
u owoj prichi gde su sranja swakodnewna
gde niko ne zna
zashto a josh manje kako?
wodjeni smo pogreshnim putem
jer wodja moze biti swako
od krimosa do komana preko tatinih sinowa
sa buljom u fotelji dok gore sa zidowa
wisi diploma koju kupio je tata
shwatam da ta beskorisna masa
jeste ona shansa za koju se glasa
obmanom do naroda i wama puna kasa
rachunica je jasna...
R
shto je srbija owakwa brate
nismo kriwi mi...
shto se krade jer su male plate
nismo kriwi mi...
91 generacija odwrni taj wulfer
stize nashe wreme i nama bice super...
R
trebaju ti patike
idi na demonstraciju
parola je za kosowo
a ti brate chukni trafiku
polomi swe izloge,zapali ambasadu
pa riba na tw-u kaze:
''ja kradem jer swi kradu''
to ne uliwa mi nadu,
s chim da chekam sutra
nismo kriwi mi wec premijer shto skuplja
swe te huligane da izwuche swoju bulju
pa im mashe sa terase
ne nije sishao u rulju
a mene pandur startuje jer mu delujem sumljiwo
imam dredowe na glawi ali nisam pamet izgubio
hajde rastamane kaze tebi to treba
a onaj lerdi u dworishtu shkole
on sigurno nema
pa se borim protiw sistema
zato shto ne walja
godine obecanja a pomaka ni pedalja
zato wam treba medalja
chast i poshtowanje
uchinili ste nishta i dalje isto je stanje

[ShappaDogg]

i josh jedna...

kada krenesh owom stazom
kojom gubitnici gaze
kao mali nawik'o si
da te maze i paze
shwati nema nazad
muke sebi skrati
kad bi mogao da biram
ja ne bi hteo da se wratim
ne gledam pozadi
uwek idem napred
i ako nagib je na dole
znam da jednom ce da raste
ljudi sebi ochi maste
swe te lazi plod su mashte
znam da lepo je kad sanjash
swe je nekako lakshe
a asfalt je surow
ubija snowe koje imash
pa onda stwara nowe
koje iz ochaja primash
skapirao sam igru
godinama wesht igrach
ali igra je kurwa
samo ako ne znash da je igrash
pomiri se sa tim
ziwot osciluje stalno
nekad gore, nekad dole
nekad stwarno ne znash kako
samo tebi ne ide
mislish da si jedini
od goreg moze gore
budi srecan ne brini...

REFF...
kada nadash se
a swe padne u wodu
kada neko treba ti
a swi ljudi odu
kada ne widish izlaz
znaj da pogled wara
widish li sebe s druge strane trotoara

a ljubaw kao ljubaw
zeleo sam drugu shansu
preshao preko swega
da o5 osetim tu romansu
chekao sam dugo
trudio se puno
na kraju shwatio sam
da swe to je uzaludno
bio tako sjeban
neshto u meni tad je puklo
swako weche s flajkom
pio dok swe nisam stuko
da ubijem taj bol
dok ne prestane da boli
lakshe jeste bilo
ali krijo sam se jer se bojim
dan za danom prolazi
swe te noci moji porazi
kad ti srce neko pogazi
kao da swe odlazi
i onda shwatio sam
tu su ljudi oko mene
hwala wam od srca
za swe moje probleme
za swe one trenutke
kada nisam znao kuda
pokazli ste mi izlaz
zbog was sam bio budan
i sad kad se setim
kroz wreme proletim
nauchio sam mnogo stwari
da se wratim nazad nikad necu hteti


REFF...
kada nadash se
a swe padne u wodu
kada neko treba ti
a swi ljudi odu
kada ne widish izlaz
znaj da pogled wara
widish li sebe s druge strane trotoara

[Z]

Naravno da ne snimam.
Ima hiljadu i jedna stvar koju treba popraviti pre snimanja, a meni ne pada na pamet to da radim...

A, iskreno ne bih ni tebi preporucio da se zaleces sa snimanjima, sedi i vezbaj jos malo...
(mogu i da izvlacim redom po textu sta ne valja, ali me mrzi )

[ShappaDogg]

snimio sam par stwari pre godinu dana i ono ok je za pochetak...
ja inache radim matre i produkciju to me wishe zanima a snimanje mi dodje usput

[Avram]

mrzi me da čitam sve :/
sutra će Z da mi čita xD

[Rydah]

Madafakeru...tvrdo sranje...predrkane lajne...
Radim ja neki rap sa ekipicom,pa ako bi ste poslushali,ono... www.myspace.com/defendor22

[Z]

Hvala, hvala...

Elem, od pre koju noc...
Fali druga strofa, bice uskoro... (i mene interesuje sta ce se desiti dalje )

Ok, this is for the lock'd one, for the one I skipped,
The one I never really loved, just until I tripped,
and felt over my head just to find out that
she was The One, the one I'll never get,
the one I would adore, even when she's dissin' a G
the one I would love more, just for hatin' li'l Z
But, after all those whores, the one that don't love me,
God damn these faggy lyrics, make me wanna flee
away from all this shit, what's the point of staying?
The price is too fuckin' high for the sins that i'm paying
Was the jury too harsh, or was the judge just crooked,
whatever it was, i'll play this one by the books
Her books, her rules, just for one more shot,
because I want her, not just another slut,
a shorty with an attitude,
i'm just showing some gratitude,
come on baby, don't be rude,
'cause you know my hands are glued
to this herb, high to the sky, and I love it, you know...
but for you I would let go, how else could I show
that I mean it, how else could I say what I feel
except writing this shit, and hoping it will
make you realize I'm just a boy showing love
straight edge or high as fuck, i'll always be above
watchin' for you, or just admiring your beauty
oh hell, even wishin' if that was just mine booty
But, we all know that this shit wont happen
So all I have left is this stupid rappin'...

yet another story of z and a lady
and yet again the aftermath is shady
I know it's been a while since we were “datin'”
I tried to forget, but the memories ain't fadin'...

[LisaRowe]

Zasto, o zasto ima takvih retardiranih kretena
Kako da razumem, kada neko u glavi nema
Ni dovoljno mozga da brine za svoje jebeno dete
On je kao faca sto mu picke okolo lete
Sto kara svaki dan novu fuxu u stanu
Decu, bivsu I sadasnju zenu na stranu
Vazno da je njemu dobro, da je on vecito sit
A ja toliko jedem da ne mogu napravim shit
Na wc solju ne pamtim kada sam seo
Nije ni cudo kada 3 dana nista nisam jeo
Kada sam za 10 dana imao jedva obroka 5
Do kurca da sve ide, gde je otisao ovaj svet
Kada se rodjeni otac prema meni ponasa tako
Kevi ako kazem, najebacu jako
Jer znam d ace onda da ga iznapushava kod zene
Osetjao bih se kriv za tu zenu koja vene
Za dvoje predivne Dece, ne zelim da zavrse kao ja
Jesu moji uvek bili “ok”, ali secanja
Na noci kada sam plakako zbog toga, ucinila su svoje
Zbog toga cutim, zajmim, trpim, isteracu svoje
Sranje do kraja, pokazacu da sam jaci, da sam bolji
Da imam muda I da jednom bicep o mojoj volji
Nece mi dirigovati prababa iz groba
Necu slusati nikakvog majchinog roba
Koji nema svoje ja, koji gazi I pljuje po sebi
Ako ti je majka, ali oche da li tebi
Ulazi u glavu da sam ti I ja neki rod
Nisam imao sve petice, pa napustas toneci brod?
Valjda sam zasluzio maker malo bolje od toga?
Samo da vas cujem da pomoc treba da trazim od boga
Koji me je I uvalio u cello ovo sranje
A ti, iako znam da te ima nikad nisam verovao manje
Da postojis, da imas neki jebeni plan
Terajte se u kurac I ti I on I prazan stan
I racunar I internet I fakultet I sve
Da li je vredno mog zivota? Jebeno NE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ovo se secam kada sam chitala, pa si mi ti posle kada smo se videli prichao o caletu... teshke stvari brate...

[Z]

Ovo je za Peru Lozacha, srce moje raspalo... xD

For all the player-haters, and the players that are hatin'
This is nigga Z's day, all g'z are celebrating
'cause i stepped in the game, givin' life to the west,
after all those emo lyrics, no one could've guessed,
that Z is a G, smokin' trees for real,
ballin' from the heights, Eastside, G-hill...
Livin' life on the left, dressed in khaki blue,
Chillin' in a Coupe DeVille, all you who "knew"
that i can't rap, bitches, suck my strap,
O.G's in a house, you'll get pimp slap'd
'cause you just can't rhyme, don't waste my time,
I'm hot like fuckin' sun, bitch you might go blind
if you stay too close, watchin' for my next move,
B.G. hide that piece, what do you try to prove?
No need to act ruff, 'cause we all got gunz,
This shit's 'bout the lyrics, and I got tonz
that will whoop your ass, that will show my class,
I'll break your freestyle like it's made from glass.
Remember that time, you were going in the club,
i was chillin' with my dogz, like i threw a slug,
when I yelled for a battle, you ran inside
why, bitch-ass nigga? you know you can't hide,
You call yourself a MC, you're a sorry excuse,
This shit ain't fishing, I wont let you loose,
just 'cause you're a small catch, better don't try to match
me on this, because i will stretch
your fickin' limbs in four directions
no, make it five, you'll get an erection,
when you see your momma, jumpin' on my dick,
didn't you realize that i'm too sick
for y'all faggy rappers, we the real gun-clappers
Killa-Californication, like the Hot Chilly Peppers
We the true Crip niggas, new era of G-funk
And you'll hear it best, 'cause you'll be in trunk
of my candy blue DeVille, while lowridin' through the city
bitch, don't answer this 'couse your lyrics were shitty
while you were alive, so you'd be wack dead man rappin'
so, be grateful, bitch, 'cause this is what will happen,
THIS will be the best lyric ever with you name on,
you'll get some attention, and forever you'll be gone...

[tale]

dobro je. samo bi zvučalo smešno kada bi ti repovao. zigi i utoka xD

[Z]

okacih svuda, pa ae i odje...

I'm often misunderstood like P!nk at her prime,
I often get lost between those nickels and dimes,
I live for g-funk, so I often talk about crimes,
But I can’t express emotions, normally, so I rhyme
To say fuck you all, “friends” faggots, and bitches
I’m sick of hitchhiking on my own road to the riches,
Just because I’m broke, and I will personally choke
To death the next bitch who get offended by jokes
Because they’re not so idiotic, plain and plastic
My whole fuckin life I have been sarcastic
And everyone seems to love it, at least until
I joke about them, and then bitches squeal
“Don’t act like that! That is so not true!”
So you can… fuck with me, but I can’t… fuck with you?
Well, ok than… What else can a man
Say about this, except… I guess that I can…


I'm often misunderstood like P!nk at her prime,
I often get lost between those nickels and dimes,
I live for g-funk, so I often talk about crimes,
But I can’t express emotions, normally, so I rhyme
To say fuck you all, “friends” faggots, and bitches
I’m sick of hitchhiking on my own road to the riches,
Just because I’m broke, and I will personally choke
To death the next bitch who think that I joke
All the fuckin time, what I can’t be serious?
It’s always hilarious, just ‘cause I’m delirious?
Just because I use jokes, to prove a point
Because I, act a fool, and often smoke joints
No, dear “friends” that’s not called a reason,
In my vocabulary, that is known as treason,
So, fuck those talks, sayin’ I’ll decay, never shine
Go live your fucking life, and stay the fuck out of mine…

[samsung5]

O_O   

[Z]

kad nikog normalnog nema u blizini/online, pa moram 'vako... 

All i wanna do is talk, but i just cant find the words,
so i sit with the keyboard, waiting for the early birds,
and the shit keeps on coming, but i cant write that,
'bout the day we met, damn why cant i let it
go with the flow, need a blow, need a hit,
just to take my mind off, not to tamper for a bit,
even dough i could have, everything i ever needed
to be happy, I feel crapy, so i try to stay weeded,
or caught blunted, just like juice in o two,
could.. should or will there be me and you?
Dumb fool.. at least i can say it's 'cause i'm blond
I fall in love with ease, trippin' that we share a bond
But naaah... I'm aware that I'm trippin'...
G'd up, nigga Z, from the hill steady dippin'
Still straight west-coastin', but i need to vent a bit
so i dont go emo, either do or say some shit,
that i couldn't take bacc, that could mess us up...
my head feels like a bubble, so i'm gone with the *pop*....

[Z]

Smaracu ja i dalje po forumu, ali...

Kad porastem bicu reper ja - Z's Lyrical Corner

zbircica mojih tekstova je najzad dobila (samo) svoje mesto...

[Z]

6'n da morning

skucao sam ovo sranje u vojsci, mrtav umoran i mrtav spusen, tam' negde 3-4 sata pre ustajanja (znaci oko 1-2, s' tim da svi lezu tam' u 9)

6 in da morning, army boyz up and runnin'
ready to bust yo' shit and start gunnin'
ya' down,
from town to town
i acted clown
and now im with my 7.62, all around
little zizzle, uncrowned king of shoting range
act foul, inna split second imma change
the mortality rate,
stonecold killuh, no debate,
but still they gonna fucc us, if we come late,
and half of the time, our main weapon's a fuccin broom
like we're a damn quidich team, so i pump the volume
on my headphones and write rhymes deep in my mind,
and every single one's for her, if i could just rewind the time...
fucc it, i gave my best with the cards on deck
i cant fold, it aint me, so i'm just gonna check,
take my time, and then go all in,
even tough i know i cant win,
but i got 160 more days
to find me alternative ways
to make her belive that this damn face
will do every fuccin' thing just to make her happy
fucc my mood swings, and fucc me feeling crappy
fucc the shooting, i'll always be a G
fucc the army, i want her beside me
fucc the wet dreams, havent seen a girl in weeks
but with her around i just dont see them, other chiccs
is it love? obsession? or something third?
i know you'll read this, and just listen this little nerd
saying his word,
i got this damn bird
in my head, and she's always singing your name...
i know it aint gonna happen, but my love remains the same...

[Z]

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...

[Z]

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!

[Z]

ne mogu jurim temu svoju, nek baci neko tamo posle?


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 xD

[Z]

tenkovi tebi, nepoznati moderatore xD

[Zeberdee]

aj da se nadjemo da ti napravim matrice .. 

[Z]

matrice najmanji problem, cima me Seven vec duze vreme snimim nesto, al' ja mrcina, mrzi me xD
but, thanx (:

[Ba0o]

napishi jedan HVALOSPEV GUZICI ...onoj iz bolnice  

[Z]

ti, djubre neopevano...
nemoj da te opevam

[Ba0o]

nemoj  tebe da oplakuju    

 

[Z]

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

[Ba0o]

 

[EB_AleX_EB]

Ako si rec normaly naglasio kao - normaLY, onda je to bilo totaaalno Dzah 

[Devilweed]

AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahahahaha!!

 

Bravo Zigi!

[Z]

prepoznacete jednom ovo

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...

[Z]

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...

[Avram]

kul svidja mi se

[Z]

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...

[Z]

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...

[tale]

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...

bvana stajl. tačno bi išla uz neku od njegovih ludih matra kewl

[Z]

a mozda malo i na kruksa vuce?
De znam, smeta mi sto i meni, u trenucima, lici na 'tog i tog', al' jebi ga...
Nadam se da cu da nasnimim dobro, pa da raskrstim sa svim tim...

[EB_AleX_EB]

Meni (polu-metalcu!) se ovo ^ bas bas dja 

[Z]

fenks mejt (:

[tale]

evo i ovde druga strofa da vidi svet da nemam para! xD

cie cipe cpe spurnjali smo tpe
mića džidže rasne, 3 hedine masne
džonijeva šema rad je prve klase
5+1 gratis akcija je zna se
od vuka do šteka prevozi nas trola
kad dođemo kod debelog tojota ko-rola?
u papir bacaj zelenog da zamiriše smola
puši puši flopčinu jer s nama tako mora
da li ti je dobro? umireš od bola?
pozvaću ti mamu da se skine gola
a kad već je tu neka opere mi kola
da se sija panda kad kruziramo krstom
džonson puca svakog u kog uperim prstom
ranili smo babu, ispali joj zubi
jedan bio zlatan kakav ima dj doobie (o.O ne znam što mi ovo pade na pamet)
cie cipe cpe napušen ko dupe
dođi vamo fukso da mećem ti u rupe
jel te boli glava? cirkaj friške supe
trines' ti je godina, sisice ti pupe
za pipkanje prstima, premale za šaku
voliš kad ti po njima prskamo u mraku
misliš da sam pedofil misliš da sam daklu
i da ću zbog tebe da završim u paklu
jebiga tako je kad udišemo maglu
posle toga spreman sam da popušim paklu
prija mojim plućima nikotinskog dima
grlo miluje ti kurac meni sarajevska drina
cie cipe cpe dobre su ti krpe
sad ih skini slobodno da ti vidim dupe
tvoje golo telo je bolje nego spe
šta će ti za karanje cipelice skupe
mlada je noć i daleko je sutra
a već sam stondirao, ubila me vutra
širi noge oću da ti zavirim unutra
ako nećeš kupi prnje beži preko puta
vataj trolu beži odma iz našega huda
mali mokri lug je tvoja rodna gruda
od nas grebeš se za indo da li si ti luda?
posle tuži nas svom dečku koji ima muda
ako dođe ubiće ga smotan fanki buda

[Z]

[Z]

PM sa riv-a:
"Cao moje ime je Luka.... iz
Crne Gore sam.... Zelim da snimim svoju rap pjesmu... E
sad nabavio sam programe mikrofon kakav takav....al mi pisanje pjesme ne ide ... htjeo bih nesto u fazonu pjesme ,,moja zelja si ti" od Cvije... pa ako si raspolozen da mi napises pjesmu ili makar da me uputis u nacin pisanja.... Naravno tvoje ime bi se naslo kao pisac texta to se podrazumjeva.... Unaprijed zahvalan."

srsly?

[Devilweed]

Pa sad. Lepo imati svoje ime za neki rad... Al' bem li ga, da li zaista zelis da imas svoje ime za BAS TAKVU pesmu??