Tekst: This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left I’m a mothafuckin’ punk and I know it But I go with a flow and I got some skill to show it It’s coming from the Belgrade and it's coming from the street too Like to show respect ‘cause I make music for my people Do the right thing, step the fuck back Your bling-bling is wack-wack I’ll put you in the black pack This is not the black jack, stay cool with your moves ‘cause I’m gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules When I step into the room got some kung fu in my style And a sniper with a zoom And you will feel it, if you don’t believe me But you can’t see me until I come nearly From the dark to your face, through your body And before you even think to move everything is bloody It’s understandable for you to feel the fear Mothafuckas know who’s the illest mothafucka here This is true speak - underground music What about some new shit? Fuck that, it’s BULLSHIT. ...style also can do freestyle Vozdovac is in the house and fuck the police, man I’m standing on the stage like dog ready to bite Cause if it is about what I like you won’t see the strike This man is ready to fight, it’s all about the feeling I’m walking steady through night while people disappearing This is my place and I know every corner And you don’t want to see the every part of my persona I also recognize the snitches on the street And you don’t wanna fucking know what the I’m dealing with This is hip-hop, my peeps are like: ‘’spit some’’ When you take the microphone your peeps are like: ‘’shit son’’ What the fuck with this man, it’s not even funny And I try to understand that but they only have the mumbling I ain’t got respect for that, you can call it as you like But you can’t say it’s rap Can’t say it’s real thing, true speaking hip-hop And I ain’t have to explain the shit cause simply it’s not. Smouk iz in d haus ps. u r welcome :)
Tekst: this is my step and this is fight back it could be a strike give the madafakas one slap. This is mic check you don't have to like that FAK the world with limits and without look to right left. Imma madafaKING punk and i know it but i go with a flow and i got some skill to show it it's comming from the belegrade and it's comming from the street too and i aint to show respect cuz imma music for my people do the right thing step the fak back your bling-bling is wack-wack ill put you in a black pack this is NOT a blackjack stay cool with your moves cuz imma gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules *baum, drš* when i step in to the room got some kung-fu on my style and a sniper with a zoom *fiju* and you will fill it if you dont belive me thanč you can't see me until i come nearly from the dark to your face through your body and before you even think to move everything is bloody its understandable for you to fill the fear madafakas know who's the illest madafaka here this is true speak underground music what about some new shit? FUCK THAT IT'S BULLSHIT Rugged-n-Raw style also can do freestyle voždovac is in the house and FUCK THE POLICEMAN im standing on the stage like dog ready to bite cuz if it's about what they like you won't see the strike this man is ready to fight its all about the feelin i walking stady through night were people dissapearing this is my place i know every corner and you don't wanna see every part of my persona i also recognize the snitches on the street and you dont fucking know what im dealing with this is HIP-HOP my peeps are like spit some and when you take the microphone your peeps are like shit son what d fak with this man its not even funny and i try to understand it but i only hear to mumbling you tell me, i aint got respect for that you can call it as you like but you cant say its rap can't say its real thing true speaking HIP-HOP and i aint have to explain d shit cuz simply it's not 2pac and Outlaws respect
This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left I’m a mothafuckin’ punk and I know it But I go with a flow and I got some skill to show it It’s coming from the Belgrade and it’s coming from the street too Like to show respect ’cause I’m enthusic for my people Do the right thing, step the fuck back Your bling-bling is wack-wack I’ll put you in the black pack This is not the black jack, stay cool with your moves ‘Cause I’m gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules When I step into the room got some kung fu in my style And a sniper with a zoom And you will feel it, if you don’t believe me But you can’t see me until I come nearly From the dark to your face, through your body And before you even think to move everything is bloody It’s understandable for you to feel the fear Mothafuckas know who’s the illest mothafucka here This is true speak - underground music What about some new shit? Fuck that, it’s bullshit Ragga roll style also can do freestyle Voždovac is in the house and fuck the police, man I’m standing on the stage like dog ready to bite ‘Cause if it is about what I like you won’t see the strike This man is ready to fight, it’s all about the feeling I’m walking steady through night while people disappearing This is my place and I know every corner And you don’t want to see the every part of my persona I also recognize the snitches on the street And you don’t wanna fucking know what the I’m dealing with This is hip-hop, my peeps are like “Spit some” When you take the microphone your peeps are like “Shit son” What the fuck with this man, it’s not even funny And I try to understand that but they only have the mumbling I ain’t got respect for that, you can call it as you like But you can’t say it’s rap Can’t say it’s real thing, true speaking hip-hop And I ain’t have to explain the shit ’cause simply it’s not
TEKST This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left I’m a mothafuckin’ punk and I know it But I go with a flow and I got some skill to show it It’s coming from the Belgrade and it’s coming from the street too Like to show respect ’cause I’m enthusic for my people Do the right thing, step the fuck back Your bling-bling is wack-wack I’ll put you in the black pack This is not the black jack, stay cool with your moves ‘Cause I’m gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules When I step into the room got some kung fu in my style And a sniper with a zoom And you will feel it, if you don’t believe me But you can’t see me until I come nearly From the dark to your face, through your body And before you even think to move everything is bloody It’s understandable for you to feel the fear Mothafuckas know who’s the illest mothafucka here This is true speak - underground music What about some new shit? Fuck that, it’s bullshit Ragga roll style also can do freestyle Voždovac is in the house and fuck the police, man I’m standing on the stage like dog ready to bite ‘Cause if it is about what I like you won’t see the strike This man is ready to fight, it’s all about the feeling I’m walking steady through night while people disappearing This is my place and I know every corner And you don’t want to see the every part of my persona I also recognize the snitches on the street And you don’t wanna fucking know what the I’m dealing with This is hip-hop, my peeps are like “Spit some” When you take the microphone your peeps are like “Shit son” What the fuck with this man, it’s not even funny And I try to understand that but they only have the mumbling I ain’t got respect for that, you can call it as you like But you can’t say it’s rap Can’t say it’s real thing, true speaking hip-hop And I ain’t have to explain the shit ’cause simply it’s not
Tekst pesme This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left I’m a mothafuckin’ punk and I know it But I go with a flow and I got some skill to show it It’s coming from the Belgrade and it’s coming from the street too Like to show respect ’cause I’m enthusic for my people Do the right thing, step the fuck back Your bling-bling is wack-wack I’ll put you in the black pack This is not the black jack, stay cool with your moves ‘Cause I’m gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules When I step into the room got some kung fu in my style And a sniper with a zoom And you will feel it, if you don’t believe me But you can’t see me until I come nearly From the dark to your face, through your body And before you even think to move everything is bloody It’s understandable for you to feel the fear Mothafuckas know who’s the illest mothafucka here This is true speak - underground music What about some new shit? Fuck that, it’s bullshit Ragga roll style also can do freestyle Voždovac is in the house and fuck the police, man I’m standing on the stage like dog ready to bite ‘Cause if it is about what I like you won’t see the strike This man is ready to fight, it’s all about the feeling I’m walking steady through night while people disappearing This is my place and I know every corner And you don’t want to see the every part of my persona I also recognize the snitches on the street And you don’t wanna fucking know what the I’m dealing with This is hip-hop, my peeps are like “Spit some” When you take the microphone your peeps are like “Shit son” What the fuck with this man, it’s not even funny And I try to understand that but they only have the mumbling I ain’t got respect for that, you can call it as you like But you can’t say it’s rap Can’t say it’s real thing, true speaking hip-hop And I ain’t have to explain the shit ’cause simply it’s not
This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left
+Slavisa Mladenovic naravno da znam vidi brate nije mi do rasprave samo sam reko da ih je smoke popisao nije bitno koliko imas godina iskreno me to ni ne zanima razumes nemoj da mraci ovde tvojim glupim komentarima mislim da te niko nije ni pitao za misljenje i da nikog ne zanima koliko imas godina ja sam zavrsio dovidjenja prijatno
+Slavisa Mladenovic i da jos nesto ja sam malo mladji od tebe ako imas 33 vidi smoke šuri rep i sad ti meni reci ko je ostao od svih tih koje si naveo gde je cya sada sta oni rade jedini koji su ostali je prti bee gee cak ni bed copy ne izbacuje vise pesme vidi thcf se prodao rade kao neki rep al to je kurac smokisa je popravio nasu rep scenu i njegov rep.moze naj laganije da se meri sa sveckim repom toliko brate
This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left I’m a mothafuckin’ punk and I know it But I go with a flow and I got some skill to show it It’s coming from the Belgrade and it’s coming from the street too Like to show respect ’cause I’m enthusic for my people Do the right thing, step the fuck back Your bling-bling is wack-wack I’ll put you in the black pack This is not the black jack, stay cool with your moves ‘Cause I’m gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules When I step into the room got some kung fu in my style And a sniper with a zoom And you will feel it, if you don’t believe me But you can’t see me until I come nearly From the dark to your face, through your body And before you even think to move everything is bloody It’s understandable for you to feel the fear Mothafuckas know who’s the illest mothafucka here This is true speak - underground music What about some new shit? Fuck that, it’s bullshit Ragga roll style also can do freestyle Voždovac is in the house and fuck the police, man I’m standing on the stage like dog ready to bite ‘Cause if it is about what I like you won’t see the strike This man is ready to fight, it’s all about the feeling I’m walking steady through night while people disappearing This is my place and I know every corner And you don’t want to see the every part of my persona I also recognize the snitches on the street And you don’t wanna fucking know what the I’m dealing with This is hip-hop, my peeps are like “Spit some” When you take the microphone your peeps are like “Shit son” What the fuck with this man, it’s not even funny And I try to understand that but they only have the mumbling I ain’t got respect for that, you can call it as you like But you can’t say it’s rap Can’t say it’s real thing, true speaking hip-hop And I ain’t have to explain the shit ’cause simply it’s not
This is my step and this is fight back It could be a strike if the mothafucka’s want slap This is mic check, you don’t have to like that Fuck the world with limits and without look to right, left I’m a mothafuckin’ punk and I know it But I go with a flow and I got some skill to show it It’s coming from the Belgrade and it’s coming from the street too Like to show respect ’cause I’m enthusic for my people Do the right thing, step the fuck back Your bling-bling is wack-wack I’ll put you in the black pack This is not the black jack, stay cool with your moves ‘Cause I’m gonna piss on you if you disrespect the rules When I step into the room got some kung fu in my style And a sniper with a zoom And you will feel it, if you don’t believe me But you can’t see me until I come nearly From the dark to your face, through your body And before you even think to move everything is bloody It’s understandable for you to feel the fear Mothafuckas know who’s the illest mothafucka here This is true speak - underground music What about some new shit? Fuck that, it’s bullshit Ragga roll style also can do freestyle Voždovac is in the house and fuck the police, man I’m standing on the stage like dog ready to bite ‘Cause if it is about what I like you won’t see the strike This man is ready to fight, it’s all about the feeling I’m walking steady through night while people disappearing This is my place and I know every corner And you don’t want to see the every part of my persona I also recognize the snitches on the street And you don’t wanna fucking know what the I’m dealing with This is hip-hop, my peeps are like “Spit some” When you take the microphone your peeps are like “Shit son” What the fuck with this man, it’s not even funny And I try to understand that but they only have the mumbling I ain’t got respect for that, you can call it as you like But you can’t say it’s rap Can’t say it’s real thing, true speaking hip-hop And I ain’t have to explain the shit ’cause simply it’s not
