First I knock and knock down your door
with the skill of my trade I push you to checkmate
you look at me madly at the bar of gold
like diamonds in a puddle of mud
like the peaks of Montserrat
because a dream better than an erotic debate
than a fruit salad with croissants or rosata
because the dream is crazier than hand grenades
a falling cat, from the 16th floor
a more accurate dream than a Swiss watch
like a surgical procedure, a doctor's note writer
ka lost money from a poker machine
without the protectorate of persona non grada
a too tight Croatian tie
a boa constrictor around the neck, towards the beginning of the war
irresponsible to Jeremy's dad
like monsoons and trade winds
first I knock and then knock down the door
With a microphone in hand he becomes a beast
while you say biscuit an easy T-rex comes out
Jurassic Park, Steve Spielberg
a beast that walks, a beast that swims
a beast that eats meat, a beast that eats grass
a beast that has a big and very ugly head
but, I will not talk about to my ugly head
because in spite of that everyone shouts: He's a real face!
Uvik, when the rap comes to me
first and of course The Beat Fleet mentioned
from the realm of Ping Pong, dream trio
and that's why he stays away from the team of the new forge
in Bosnia they would say: Stan te jebo vas vas! shadow
because we are hotter than onions and a hundred kilos of horseradish
Everyone knows because it is difficult to hide
my strength is from some tenth dimension
transcendental space force
of incomprehensible scale of incomprehensible a style
which in your mind brings forth impulses from the dark
and mystical visions, from the twilight zone
against that conception the diaphragm will not help
my words are sperm hot as magma
look into my eyes, see the strength of my power
from the blackest night it comes and treads
paths through your worst seas
and the brain is in a state of percent control
directs the energy of elemental density< br/>due to the frequency of thoughts of a supernatural quality
very mysterious, extremely hysterical
my thinking is almost ethereal
in the wide alleys of my astral
and dreams it explodes, towards a supernova
every part of my piece a billion
brings demonic news to your consciousness.
Zilets are like butter according to the sharpness of my rhymes
no fakir dares to lie on them
I raise and lower to ebb and flow
that's why tell everyone that I'm giving adrenaline pills
these letters are given and these letters are received
when I hear that my head is beating the air conditioner
behind the microphone, cruel to the Russian winter
be fear of bullfighting
I am working out a strategy like a football team
and effectively destroying bags of African smoke
public notice to the citizens of Split
ssss the silence is now being recorded
I am throwing words to you bones to hungry dogs
to baluns to seals, to trice cheeks
on the street I say hello only to fasting people
and that's why I say hello hello

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