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10 perfect

E un 10 perfect, dar ea poartă un 12
ţine un doi pentru mine.
Poate avea 16 ani dulci
încă-i iubire de gradu-ntâi!
 
Când el e la poarta mea cu un 8 grăsuţ
vrei să vezi zâmbetul de pe faţa mea.
Şi chiar la uşa mea cu un 4 sărac,
cu nimeni nu l-al înlocui.
 
Căci noi ne iubim iubirea
în mărimi diverse
îmi place trupul ei, mai ales minciunile
Timpul o ia razna, dar nu peste ochi
promite-mi asta, ia-mă diseară
 
Dacă el e extra-larg(ăsta-s eu!), ei bine, trec la treabă
pot să-l lucrez deja
şi dacă-i XXL, ce naiba
face toţi banii.
 
Toate gagicile anorexice ca modelul 6,
nu ţin greutate pentru mine
Ei, 8 sau 9, ei bine, e chiar bine
dar vreau să ţin ceva ce pot vedea
 
Căci noi ne iubim iubirea
în mărimi diverse
îmi place trupul ei, mai ales minciunile
Timpul o ia razna, dar nu peste ochi
promite-mi asta, ia-mă diseară
 
Mi-am luat un ceas să-ţi măsor frumuseţea
dar trebuie să-ncapă înc-o mână.
Am luat un calendar şi fiece lună
e luată de câte-un iubăreţ
 
Căci noi ne iubim iubirea
în mărimi diverse
îmi place trupul ei, mai ales minciunile
Timpul o ia razna, dar nu peste ochi
promite-mi asta, ia-mă diseară
 
Căci noi ne iubim iubirea în mărimi diverse
îmi place trupul ei, mai ales minciunile
Timpul o ia razna, dar nu peste ochi
promite-mi asta, ia-mă diseară
 

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The drain service

What a bad smell is here
We gotta call the drain service
Because if your house is still like that
I won't be able to breath anymore
 
We gotta call the drain service
It will clean the cesspool
We gotta call the drain service
It will come in its truck
 
What's going on, what a nasty smell
It's dreadful to stand it
Uncover the pool without thinking twice
Or else I'll suffocate myself
 
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To the Desert

Even though she is not yet mine
I know that warmth and love I can find only with her
Not '1 Million' and no nothing
I wish I had a perfume with a scent just like hers
 
I'm sick of being scared of fear
Because even a pair unmatched socks will be together eventually
I'll let time pass and for her I'll go till the end
 
Chorus:
To the distance I'll run after her
They wait for me to give her up
 
Oh, for her to the desert too
I never fall apart
For without her I am nothing.
 
I'm sick of missing her
I wish to be close to her
For who am I without her?
 
My head doesn't work anymore, my heart skips another beat
I feel charmed by how charming she is
A masterpiece by God, breathtaking
She cares about everyone else and only then about herself
 
It ain't real that she's real
She's got a heart of gold, so money [or: silver] doesn't play the part
So for her I'll go far, just to be the closest
And I'll make sure she is all good
 
Chorus:
To the distance I'll run after her
They wait for me to give her up
 
Oh, for her to the desert too
I never fall apart
For without her I am nothing.
 
I'm sick of missing her
I wish to be close to her
For who am I without her?
 
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Bomb the System

[Verse 1]
The good old little Secta in the fucking pot,
for all the rappers, I'm like the imp Fiut*,
I'm not responsible for the stench of a corpse, but I'm probably crazy,
when I go off the rails once I smell a gunpowder.
And your crowd of rebellion, uncle, feed it with pink phosphorus,
it's like Ozzy Osbourne gets eight Oscar,
Cosa Nostra - life on the street - a rough teacher,
Sweet Tale - Dr. Dolittle and Stuart Little.
 
All I do is counting on the paper,
I have the joints of а breaker and the knees of а skater,
don't sulk, honey, karma is a hater,
you are not abstract, listening to Tyler the creator.
Their fate of rapper, bro, is on battles
and let their commentator be Robin Kafaliev,
the industry has recently been filled with fools,
better be on stale bread than a too salty meal.
 
[Chorus]
I'm asking, 'What's up?', The goal is Bomb the System,
for a long time I've been doing what I want with this BG rap.
I ask, 'What's up?' and I don't want the answer,
if you don't jump on the track, carry a Cosmodisk. / x2
 
[Verse 2]
An old foundation, the building has no bearing, what
I burn it so much they can put me in jail.
With Chervensky doing songs, like we were playing in the yard,
if we write track after a live in Stara Zagora,
ye ye ye From midwest to down town
the track makes Gandalf to climb the Schwarzwald,
in your gypsy ghetto, but you're like a white scout,
I refuse to listen to the stupid demos in Soundcloud.
 
Time out, let's go over the rules,
I remember most in the game, ironically,
familiar story, agony on people's faces
and children, not in harmony with things.
Spectators, you'll be witnessing something,
which is very likely to mess with your heads.
Don't blame me, I don't care for unintentional
the bent, ordered my refrain makes them heavy,
but let them perceive us as obsessed with demons,
wow, here's the time to take a breath, holding your world in my hands,
once again you feel like you are in a children's playpens.
Known for being away from this mediocre circle,
cross my heart- absolutely insane, ok - mental,
you see me turning my eyes on the benches in front of National**.
 
Get your Cosmodisk,
don't forget your Cosmodisk,
no way, na na na na ...
 
[Chorus]
I'm asking, 'What's up?', The goal is Bomb the System,
for a long time I've been doing what I want with this BG rap.
I ask, 'What's up?' and I don't want the answer,
if you don't jump on the track, carry a Cosmodisk. /x4
 

If you are gone for a moment

If you are gone for a moment
I'll hide my face in a cloud
And woe to the Earth then.
There will be no rain, no snow, no sun
If you are gone for a moment. /x2/
 
Only sorrow will rain from there,
Covered the last steps of the dream
Which goes away from me.
There will be no rain, no scream, no sleep
If you are gone for a moment.
 
If you are gone for a moment
I'll hide my face in a cloud
And woe to the Earth then.
There will be no rain, no snow, no sun
If you are gone for a moment. /x2/
 
Only sorrow will rain from there,
Covered the last steps of the dream
Which goes away from me.
There will be no rain, no scream, no sleep
If you are gone for a moment.
 
There will be no rain, no snow, no sun
If you are gone for a moment. /x2/