El Bahattee - 981 Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

981

[Target]
I'm 100% concentrated
On anything that sounds dirty and vulgar to 'niceys'
For me it's totally real cause I saw rock bottom
Underneath which there's only hell, and if I hadn't started crying then
I won't do it now either when a look cuts me in half
The line between pain and joy gets me high like winning jackpot
With a hundred thousand dollar smile and a slave's wish
To unleash myself from chains
Your soul will end up like Sodom and Gomorrah
Burn in your fire
With Babylon inside myself, I confuse others with my style
So when you plan to understand the ways of another specie
When they let you through saints' fingers while baptizing you
And I will look for the Almighty's forgiveness for creating me
Because my heart speaks to me and tells the truth
Straight into the face of the poor man fighting himself
Cause his tongue burns in the wish to speak up
While it bursts from our throats, rock it, record it, where are you, stupid
Where the hillbillies come first, not the villagers
On which faces you can see it, make a face
So I'll put you in a glass and present the wrong race
But you'll always hear confidence in my face cause I get masses up
So put your fancy ass inside an S-class and hit the gas pedal
One and one, I'm watching you the whole week
And I thirst for your blood, who'll be first?
 
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
 
[El Bahattee]
Verified information at every time every day
If you're interested, call the cocky shithead on the screen
Don't believe what everyone else says
You know they're lying, they want less records, put us back to garage
back to cellars, turn us off so no one hears
When Bahatte curses the nation, spitting and poisoning the children
I talk about our youth, composing verse by verse
If you bought an album to your kids, listen before them
I'll tell them about their grandmas, fathers, mothers
About gays, easy whores and what their grandmas think
You're the prettiest part of their world till there's no money involved
untill a younger lady comes to daddy and mother wants a son in law
Nothing is as it should be, turn this up, louder
Let mother cry, neighbor go mad, gay jump
Cause I know it all, gossip, secrets, the whole system
I'm 981 system that doesn't close it's mouth
 
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
 
[General Woo]
I'm high in a hundred ways in a pile of hillbillies
I send the signal from the hood so every ass can hear me
I represent the hood, the good and the bad too
Thins that get spent are now spent even more
there are new jobs, we became a lot of things
With loads of new shit when imagination goes on
Dealers, fuckers, smugglers, sellers
The big shots in the hood dreaming to be stronger
Bahattee and me come from the same hood
We're no longer there but we represent it from the start
Going through shit you'll never know about
We're cocky in Dubrava* when you start shitting over us
there's one truth, first you spit on us
Fucked yourself hard, cursed your mother in front of your father
And today your child wants our autograph
And it's so cool they came to look exactly ours
I know how to sign cause I finished school
I get better education with drinks and food on the table
Big dough in my pocket, garbage diggers in money
I don't give a fuck who loves and who doesn't
 
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
 


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