Ovde se gradove, ovde se gradovi, ovde se gradovi
I woke up this morning and the sky was as blue
As the Adriatic by which i slept so peacefully
So serene turned to sirens and in front of our eyes
It all went so easily
Of course the genocide but nevermind
The sun look so pretty today
I pity the day he will no longer see it
I will take that fool off this earth
Body warm heart anemic
Why me Lord?
They think Imma die soon
The high moon, stuck in the middle of the sky, June 5th
Eighty-five in the year of the lord, hit the earth like a typhoon
Imma ride soon, get guns, get money, get fly, get political, meaning Imma die soon
Destructively, offspring of my mothers corrupted seed
I looked at her
She cried ice
In her tears
I saw my life
Little baby gone crazy
In the limelight
In a crazy world
But it's alright
Blood in my eyes
Ice in my veins
Written on my heart
I die 'fore i slave
I'm from land of lazar
I'm from the mighty jungle
500 years but God loved us
Dear god we was so poor
From 1 I had to make 4
And if god close the gate, oh well (Oh well)
I'm a hustler, I sell fire in hell
Hoop dream awoken
That's a man broken
Dead with yo' eyes open
Look to the sky hoping
He don't feel the cold
He don't have a soul
He in flip flops
Mid winter
Roof my on whip drop
Kids bitter
Listen through the mic through the Avalon
America sit on the throne of Babylon
And come Armageddon
Them swept in the avalanche
Sharper than the tip of the javelin
Through the heart of the beast
Empire unravel, and the tower of babel
Emirates, united arab, crumble, tremble, collapse yes
And almighty Christ who is flawless
Civilize the flawed and the lawless
I'm a genius, papadapolus
My regime is supreme, they'll never topple this
Josephine turned down Coretta
And Fidel read Ernesto's letter
But which one immortalized forever?
The Gemini of course, Che Guevara!
Man move grams in the Sentra
Deep like the canyons in Kenya
Black talons all up in ya
Eat scallions in porto domingo
3 time crime offender
Ill be gone till November
Or maybe December, canary Mercedes kompressor
Still doesn't impress her but can't return a present
Dear my mama, my llamas, rip through their thermal I conquer
Listen and listen well, even if I was in hell
Id still floss egg shells in hell, they showed and thought me well
She a genius, body sicker that a Porsche
I mean this, thicker than the venus of willendorf
I seen this, in limousines headed to the loft
Sipping on Promethazine, I whip it hard, I whip it soft
Snow beach I'm killing it, polo game ridiculous
Indian head, she feeling it
Dig Roksanda Ilinic
Born after Tito
Move yams and kilos
Bust dessert eagles
Then kiss the floors of cathedrals
God please tell my people
Guns shots only thing that illuminate our path to freedom
Cause at the end we just ghosts in the mausoleum
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Ovde se gradove, ovde se gradovi, ovde se gradovi
I woke up this morning and the sky was as blue
As the Adriatic by which i slept so peacefully
So serene turned to sirens and in front of our eyes
It all went so easily
Of course the genocide but nevermind
The sun look so pretty today
I pity the day he will no longer see it
I will take that fool off this earth
Body warm heart anemic
Why me Lord?
They think Imma die soon
The high moon, stuck in the middle of the sky, June 5th
Eighty-five in the year of the lord, hit the earth like a typhoon
Imma ride soon, get guns, get money, get fly, get political, meaning Imma die soon
Destructively, offspring of my mothers corrupted seed
I looked at her
She cried ice
In her tears
I saw my life
Little baby gone crazy
In the limelight
In a crazy world
But it's alright
Blood in my eyes
Ice in my veins
Written on my heart
I die 'fore i slave
I'm from land of lazar
I'm from the mighty jungle
500 years but God loved us
Dear god we was so poor
From 1 I had to make 4
And if god close the gate, oh well (Oh well)
I'm a hustler, I sell fire in hell
Hoop dream awoken
That's a man broken
Dead with yo' eyes open
Look to the sky hoping
He don't feel the cold
He don't have a soul
He in flip flops
Mid winter
Roof my on whip drop
Kids bitter
Listen through the mic through the Avalon
America sit on the throne of Babylon
And come Armageddon
Them swept in the avalanche
Sharper than the tip of the javelin
Through the heart of the beast
Empire unravel, and the tower of babel
Emirates, united arab, crumble, tremble, collapse yes
And almighty Christ who is flawless
Civilize the flawed and the lawless
I'm a genius, papadapolus
My regime is supreme, they'll never topple this
Josephine turned down Coretta
And Fidel read Ernesto's letter
But which one immortalized forever?
The Gemini of course, Che Guevara!
Man move grams in the Sentra
Deep like the canyons in Kenya
Black talons all up in ya
Eat scallions in porto domingo
3 time crime offender
Ill be gone till November
Or maybe December, canary Mercedes kompressor
Still doesn't impress her but can't return a present
Dear my mama, my llamas, rip through their thermal I conquer
Listen and listen well, even if I was in hell
Id still floss egg shells in hell, they showed and thought me well
She a genius, body sicker that a Porsche
I mean this, thicker than the venus of willendorf
I seen this, in limousines headed to the loft
Sipping on Promethazine, I whip it hard, I whip it soft
Snow beach I'm killing it, polo game ridiculous
Indian head, she feeling it
Dig Roksanda Ilinic
Born after Tito
Move yams and kilos
Bust dessert eagles
Then kiss the floors of cathedrals
God please tell my people
Guns shots only thing that illuminate our path to freedom
Cause at the end we just ghosts in the mausoleum
I woke up this morning and the sky was as blue
As the Adriatic by which i slept so peacefully
So serene turned to sirens and in front of our eyes
It all went so easily
Of course the genocide but nevermind
The sun look so pretty today
I pity the day he will no longer see it
I will take that fool off this earth
Body warm heart anemic
Why me Lord?
They think Imma die soon
The high moon, stuck in the middle of the sky, June 5th
Eighty-five in the year of the lord, hit the earth like a typhoon
Imma ride soon, get guns, get money, get fly, get political, meaning Imma die soon
Destructively, offspring of my mothers corrupted seed
I looked at her
She cried ice
In her tears
I saw my life
Little baby gone crazy
In the limelight
In a crazy world
But it's alright
Blood in my eyes
Ice in my veins
Written on my heart
I die 'fore i slave
I'm from land of lazar
I'm from the mighty jungle
500 years but God loved us
Dear god we was so poor
From 1 I had to make 4
And if god close the gate, oh well (Oh well)
I'm a hustler, I sell fire in hell
Hoop dream awoken
That's a man broken
Dead with yo' eyes open
Look to the sky hoping
He don't feel the cold
He don't have a soul
He in flip flops
Mid winter
Roof my on whip drop
Kids bitter
Listen through the mic through the Avalon
America sit on the throne of Babylon
And come Armageddon
Them swept in the avalanche
Sharper than the tip of the javelin
Through the heart of the beast
Empire unravel, and the tower of babel
Emirates, united arab, crumble, tremble, collapse yes
And almighty Christ who is flawless
Civilize the flawed and the lawless
I'm a genius, papadapolus
My regime is supreme, they'll never topple this
Josephine turned down Coretta
And Fidel read Ernesto's letter
But which one immortalized forever?
The Gemini of course, Che Guevara!
Man move grams in the Sentra
Deep like the canyons in Kenya
Black talons all up in ya
Eat scallions in porto domingo
3 time crime offender
Ill be gone till November
Or maybe December, canary Mercedes kompressor
Still doesn't impress her but can't return a present
Dear my mama, my llamas, rip through their thermal I conquer
Listen and listen well, even if I was in hell
Id still floss egg shells in hell, they showed and thought me well
She a genius, body sicker that a Porsche
I mean this, thicker than the venus of willendorf
I seen this, in limousines headed to the loft
Sipping on Promethazine, I whip it hard, I whip it soft
Snow beach I'm killing it, polo game ridiculous
Indian head, she feeling it
Dig Roksanda Ilinic
Born after Tito
Move yams and kilos
Bust dessert eagles
Then kiss the floors of cathedrals
God please tell my people
Guns shots only thing that illuminate our path to freedom
Cause at the end we just ghosts in the mausoleum
Writer: Filip Filipi
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