Gerijs Lyrics – Riekstu Armija
Singer: Riekstu Armija
Title: Gerijs
Apstājies un paklausies, ko tagad gribam teikt!
Tas, ko dzirdi, tas nav tests, jo tagad visi šeit!
Reiz senos laikos trīs reperi (ha!) kopā savācās…
Lai glābtu jūs…
No tāda sūda…
Kas jokam līdzinās
Un aiziet!
Ay, yo! Viens, yo!
Ay, yo! Divi, yo!
Ay, yo! Tr-tr-tr-tr, tr-tr, trīs, yo!
Yo, pacel rokas un skaiti mums līdzi, yo!
Ay, yo! Apakšā skan te mans bīts, yo!
Jā, karsts stafs, jā, tikko no manas plīts, yo!
Mani b-boy’i…
Šeit!
Un mani dīdžeji…
Yeeeeeah…
Un mēs pie mikrofona, un fani skaita līdz, ei!
Ez izdevu disku, bet tagad dodu vēl
Vari piķi paņemt, bet es paturēšu godu sev
Kad es pieduros, tie nav nekādi joki tev
Jo bliežu optimāli, tad tu obligāti rokas cel!
Nejauc mūs ar tiem, kas, ķipa, ļoti māca
Bet mīž no skatuves tik daudz, ka noiet podam krāsa
Kad es redzu, ko tie sīkie bīda, goda vārds
Tad uz brīdi sajūtos es vecāks nekā koka bākas
Tu jau zini, ka mēs traki tikai bīdām
Teksti asi, veci, tie pat izdur acis piramīdām
Ja cilpa patīk tā, kā basi Dilla bītam
Tad es spridzinu un parādu pat klasi dinamītam
Tas nav brīnums, labs un uz bīta
Traks no pus’ vīna, saka: “Būs hiti!”
Tad, kad dus Rīga, sāku tik kustību
Grib kontā redzēt tikai stabus – plus, mīnus
Kas man aiz ādas, daudzi jau prāto tā gadus
Kaut no otras puses esmu saprotams kā vārds ”alus”
Varonis, jo man radīt padodas šos pātarus
Ar šito vāc fanus gan no Madonas, gan Tālavas –
No visas Latvijas
Bez Gada Balvas paģirās
Lieku pūlim pacelt vairāk rokas
Kā uz kara lauka sanitārs
Kur mana tauta palikās?
Iepis vēnā šito, reti rada baudu plaģiāts
Jā, man liekas, ka Tu brīžiem nesaproti, to kāpēc…
Liekam visiem skaitīt līdz un vēl pacelt rokas mēs
Jā, kāpēc?
Tagad pacel savas rokas augšā un…
Un, un…
Un…
Noslauki degunu, puis!
Karsts stafs, tā kā no krama un dzelzs
Karsts!
Tad pie horizonta pamanu dēles
Spļauju piķi kā raganu mēles
Stājies pret mani – tagad ārā no spēles
Es puikas sagriežu kā šamaņi sēnes
Netīrās Cilpas, Zakarijs un “Morālā inde”
Dedzinu bībeles un iezīmēju Korānā pimpi (svilpiens)
Mēs esam jauni un traki, es bļauju uz takts
Sauc mani par ļaunuma sakni, un tā patiesība
Ansis uz bīta kā Kants un Nīče
Pantus bīda, skaņas un rīmes, pie kā var blantus tīt
Gan mammas, gan sīči, tantes un vīri
Tā manta ir dzīva kā danči uz grīdas
Spīd lampas, uz ģīmja man ir…
Karsts patafons, plašu matadors
Karstus padara konusus bass
Ansis ir karaļu cars, karaļu valsts atkal padara savu, ko!
Yes, yes, yo! Jā, uz bīta, yo!
Katru vakaru, bro, un katru rītu, yo
Kad es pasaku ”yo!”, Tu saki līdzi “yo!”
“Līdz yo!”
Yo…!
Manas domas par skaļu, man liek cepures vilkt
Esam slimi, Tu jau redzi ka mums deguni pil
Es nezinu kāpēc, bet es ņemu repu par pilnu
Kaut tas aprij manu laiku tā kā bebru vilki
Plus, tas sīkos sabojā kā ķeburi bildi
Bet es zinu, ka to saldo stafu neturi ilgi, tāpēc…
Dodu crazy shit’u tā kā regulu
Te rīdzinieki jaunu rīmi liek ar Ķemeru ģildi, jā
Plosu bītus tā, kā Cerberi gaļu
Kad es koncī pūli kustinu kā ķermeņa daļu
Tik viltīgs, ka Tavu pīķi sist ar ercenu varu
Pantus saceru te un uz jahtu neceru – daru!
Skils? Tas tiem repakiem ir tikai jaunvārds
Es prasu, vai es varu bliezt, un visi sauc “Jā!”
Idejas, kas paceļ līmeni, bļe, man ir daudz tā
Tavi fani, mani fani, kad uz steidža mauc tā
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Gerijs – English Translation
Stop and listen to what we want to say now!
What you hear is not a test, because now everyone here!
Once in ancient times, three rappers (ha!) Gathered together …
To save you …
From that sh#t …
That jokes like
And go!
Ay, yo! One, yo!
Ay, yo! Two, yo!
Ay, yo! Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr, Tr-Tr, Three, Yo!
Yo, raise your hands and count us with us, yo!
Ay, yo! At the bottom there is my bit, yo!
Yes, hot staff, yes, just from my stove, yo!
My b-boy’i …
Here!
And my DJs …
Yeeeeeah …
And we at the microphone, and fans count up, huh!
I gave me a disc but now I give me another
You can take the pitch but I will keep in honor of myself
When I beat, they are no jokes for you
Because you are optimal, then you are obliged to raise your hands!
Not confuse us with those who, a clip, very much teach
But lives out of stage so much that the color of the pot
When I see what those tiny slides, the word of honor
Then for a moment I feel older than wooden lighthouses
You already know that we are crazy just sliding
Texts sharp, old, they even pierce the eyes of pyramids
If the loop likes the bass dilla to be a bass
Then I blast and debt even a class for dynamite
It’s no wonder, good and on a bait
Crazy from half of wine, says, “There will be hits!”
Then, when I dus Riga, I started such a movement
Wants to see only the poles in the account – plus, minus
What’s behind my skin, many have already wondered its years
On the other hand I am understandable as the word ” beer ”
Hero because I make these whips
With this collect fans from both Madona and Talavas –
From all over Latvia
Without the annual prize in hangover
To lift more hands to the crowd
As a sanitary on the military field
Where did my people stay?
Giving a vein in this, rarely creates pleasure plagiarism
Yes, I don’t think you don’t understand why …
Let everyone count up and still lift our hands we
Yes, why?
Now lift your hands up and …
And, and …
And…
Wipe your nose, guy!
Hot staff as from flint and iron
Hot!
Then I notice the leech at the horizon
Spit pitch like witch tongue
Get against me – now out of the game
I boys cut like shamans mushrooms
Dirty loops, zakarie and “moral poison”
I burn the Bible and highlight the pimpi (whistle)
We are young and crazy, I bare on the tact
Call me the root of evil, and its truth
Ansis on the Bit as Kant and Nietzsche
Versus sliding, sounds and rims at which blants can
Both moms and tangles, aunts and men
Its manta is alive as dances on the floor
Shine lamps, I have …
Hot pataphone, a wide hair
Hot makes cones bass
Ansis is a king’s tsar, the king’s country again makes its own!
Yes, yes, yo! Yes, on a bit, yo!
Every night, bro, and every morning, yo
When I say ‘yo!’, You say “yo!”
“Up to yo!”
Yo …!
My thoughts on loud, I make hats pull
We are sick, you already see that we have noses in the cast
I don’t know why, but I take rap for full
While it swallows my time like beaver wolves
Plus, it spoils like a picture of a collar
But I know that you don’t have that sweet relay for a long time, so …
Give crazy shit’u Since the regulation
Here Rigans put a new rim with Kemeri Guild, yes
Torn bits like Cerber’s meat
When I take a crowd of moving like a part of the body
So cunning that your peaks beat with an ercen power
I get the verses here and I don’t expect a yacht – do!
Skil? This for those repaks is just a new name
I’m asking if I can crawl and everyone is called “Yes!”
Ideas that raise the level in a bowl, I have a lot of it
Your fans, my fans when on the steidge mauc so
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Lyrics Riekstu Armija – Gerijs
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