Kamere/Nema Cenzure Lyrics – Ciklon
Singer: Ciklon
Title: Kamere/Nema Cenzure
Razmisli da li si slobodan čovek, ako te stalno snimaju kamere
Glave se odaju lako, kad si u lovi odmah poliraju Hammer-e
Onda formiraju hareme, pazi se, i glupe kuje citiraju pametne
Reperi seru i samo kopiraju Amere
A mene zabole da l’ će da mrze me ili da zavole
Al’ ako ti padne napamet da me napadneš, usput kupi i zavoje
Ko tebe kamenom, ti njega kalašem – proste jednačine
Mala se uradi pre, a popravi poslе jebačine
Previšе sk#nka, a spore reakcije
Šta ti je? Dobri su glumci, loše redakcije
Racije kô radi akcije? Mani me, sada sam money man
Unosan posô, dobre transakcije
Ovde platićeš četiri, a peti gratis je – nema inflacije
Nije me bilo, to bilo je pred buru zatišje
Vazduh je zagađen od radijacije
Država živi od gudre i farmakomafije
Duše vam smrde kô kanalizacije
Punch-evi sevaju kô da su palice, vadite kacige
Ja sam spreman za rat kao starlete za karanje
A telo je spremno za šaranje kô belo za vaganje, java izaziva traume
Gutas tablete za spavanje, mnogi su tek ušli u posô, a već dele na kamate
Puštaju muda, u stvari su jajare, a neće dobro da prođe kome su mušteri kurve i pajdare
Zakuvam traku kô da sam Master Šef, ovde te obriju, ali ti ne stave aftershave
Osveta slatka je, al’ gorak je aftertaste, a za sve, platićeš pre ili kasnije kada se sazna sve
Razmisli da li si slobodan čovek, ako te stalno snimaju kamere
Vidim da Đavo mi otvara kovčeg i hoće da počivam zauvek
Oni bi hteli da stave nam katance, cimaju speksi, cimaju marice
Čipuju kartice i simulacije kao da Matrix je
Očima tama, a ušima prijaju matrice
Nema cenzure, nema cenzure
Odavde izlaza nema, kô da je zatvor
‘Alo, vreme kô da je stalo
U kraju gde nackli prodaje pajdo, da l’ znaš to?
Da l’ znaš što?
Zato što neće minimalac i siromaštvo
A pajdo za pajdo, prodaje kradeno zlato
Klonulo telo, osušen zakmo
Ovde ko posluje, uopšte ne poštuje zakon
Lateks na ruci, navuci fantom
Ono što pričamo nije za javnost, psst, tajnost
Za pokojne prolij, za pobede dolij, za poraze tajsmo
Nismo kô ovi mentoli što ne znaju šta je lojalnost
Nema cenzure ni upozorenja
Senka u mraku te up#rno vreba
Nabod u glavu, pa ubod u rebra
S betona ti skupljaju creva
Za drukanje ovde skupa je cena
Znam ko mi je brat, ko čuva mi leđa
Znam ko mi je brat i zna da bi umro za njega
Znam i ko mi je dušman, uvek sam spreman
Zlatni metak, usahla vena
Novi Beograd, kao favela
Jer tu život je jeftin, porok je skup
Nećemo prestiž, ovo je hood
Nemoral, blud, nečista krv, ovde ne biraš put
Nema cenzure, nema cenzure
Nema cenzure, nema cenzure
Naše majke su plakale dok smo mi šljakali
Svaki dan sahrane, posmrtni marševi
Repere neću da slušam, jer ih se gnušam, jebeni dokoni šakali
Mi stajali nismo, oni su padali, pravdali se
U glavi je jedina misao “Kako da napravim keš?”
Jer ulica ne igra nikad na fair play
I ostavlja traume, PTSD
Stalno se vraća kô flashback
Kô posle rata, PTSP
Kesa na glavu i pravo u gepek
Zapamti kako je to biti živ
Mnogo sam toga trpô u backpack
Ali za pretres uvek sam clean
Ulica pravo ka paklu uglavnom je jednosmerna
Jebeš život u strahu, život u mraku, gde svako nešto smera i sprema
To sve vidiš u pogledu, rafali u tela kô sperma na kurve
U svakom momentu budi spreman da ubiješ i budi spreman da umreš
Nema cenzure, nema cenzure
Nema cenzure, nema cenzure
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Kamere/Nema Cenzure – English Translation
Think about whether you’re a free man, if this continuous recording cameras
Head to give easy, when you’re in the hunt immediately polished Hammer-e
Then form harems, watch it, and dumb b#tch quoted smart
Rappers sh#t and just copied Yanks
A hurt me whether I would hate me or to love
But if you even think that you attack me, by the way buy and bandages
When you rock, called him Kalas – free equation
Little is done before a repaired after quarrel
Too skunk, a slow response
What’s wrong with you? They’re good actors, poor newsroom
The raids when doing action? Mani me, now I have money man
Lucrative Poso, good transaction
Here you will pay four and a fifth is free – there is no inflation
I was not, it was the calm before the storm
The air is contaminated by radiation
Country lives of Gudra and FarmaKoMafija
Soul smelt of sewage
Punch-s blazing when they stick, remove the helmet
I’m ready for war as a starlet rebuking
A body is ready for decorating when white weighing, java causes trauma
Swallow sleeping pills, many new entrants in Poso, and more parts on interest
They let the balls actually are m#th*rf#ck*rs, but not good to pass muster whom are wh#res and pajdare
Zakuvo tape when I was Master Chief, here and shave, but you do not put aftershave
Revenge sweet it is, but the bitter aftertaste and for all, you will pay sooner or later if they find out all
Think about whether you’re a free man, if this continuous recording cameras
I see that the devil we opened the suitcase and wants to rest forever
They would like to put our locks, Cimaj spēks, Cimaj reefer
Čipuju cards and simulation as that Matrix is
Darkness eyes and ears agreeable matrix
No censorship, no censorship
From here there is no way out when that jail
Hello, the time when you care about
In the end where PookiE sales pal, whether I know this?
L ‘know what?
Because you will not minimum wage and poverty
A buddy to buddy, selling stolen gold
Slumped body, dried zakmo
Here, when it operates, does not apply the law
Latex in hand, put the boys
What we’re talking not to the public, shhh, secret
For deceased pour, pouring for victory, to defeat tajsmo
We when these f#ckers do not know what is loyalty
No censorship, no warnings
The shadow in the dark and persistently lurks
Prick in her head, but the sting in the ribs
With concrete you collect hoses
For wiretaps here set the price
I know when my brother, who guards my back
I know when my brother and knows he would have died for him
I know when my adversary, I’m always ready
Gold shot, withered veins
Novi Beograd, as favelas
Because this life is cheap, vice is set
We will not prestige, this is the hood
Immorality, fornication, impure blood, it is not making the time
No censorship, no censorship
No censorship, no censorship
Our mothers were crying while we šljakali
Each day of the funeral, death march
Rappers will not listen, because I despise them, f#cking idle jackals
We stood not, they are falling, is justified
The head is only thought, “How to make cash?”
For the street does not play never on fair play
And leaves trauma, PTSD
I keep coming back when flashback
When after the war, PTSD
Bag on his head and right into the trunk
Remember what it’s like to be alive
Much that I Trpo in backpack
But the search always clean
Street straight to hell is mostly a one-way
f#ck life in fear, living in the dark, where every little direction and saves
That’s all you see in terms of, bursts into the body when you c#m on hookers
At all times be ready to kill and be ready to die
No censorship, no censorship
No censorship, no censorship
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Lyrics Ciklon – Kamere/Nema Cenzure
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