I read the comments on the fmjam forum
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Joki shit again about everything
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Owls have a new thing right my litter
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Net something is holding me back, fucking dial up connection
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I'm drinking for Belgrade with Ed and Soul today
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Let's go to them for a little microphone
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Some Basivity team, we'll record something with them
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Hang a little, stick back
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I have to admit the prpa catches me a little
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For the first time in Belgrade after the war
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Who the fuck is his mother, I guess we'll survive
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A couple of beers will calm it all down
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A small million people in the studio
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Vip, Marcello and some crazy Nigrutin
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Everyone hangs out, bottles and joys circling
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Edo stands by his mother and records Tears
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Marcello teases me and says “Frank to the tank
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Let's record a representative »
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I take the paper and write the same moment
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Basivity and fmjam creme de la creme
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Afterwards, people ask how that song came about
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Like any valuable one, it is squeezed out of the fuck
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Even today, they whine at her and call her song one
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Although the number of sexes in that relationship was none
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I hit the sevdah, I look at everything through the bottle
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I swear angrily at the black woman, I eat shit whole
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When did you get a call from Fmjam in those days
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They heard some songs and they called me to rap there
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Should I go first after the war?
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Don't make people look at me, you see, the fish is cheating on me
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And now I don't care about my life anyway
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Better a poor horse than no horse at all
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He put beer, beer and then more beer in his backpack
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One time I was drunk, nothing hurt
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I'm rattling and chic and my old man is in my head
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The story that did not change even when the war broke out
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He says that Bosnians are benefactors and alcoholics
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A story about friendship and all that atmosphere at the time
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There in Tuzla I meet the same people as you did then
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Although there is a war between the two stories
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Not a single wrong look, not a single bad word
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Just smiles, banter, circus and respect
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And so it is today, people are holding on and hanging out
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And let the Nazi fascists fart their own and let them hate
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The ice broke, the stages burst underfoot
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Give us a microphone and a beer and you fuck with drugs
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Alone among dogmas, when we rape madness
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From the studio to the stage, the live bomb thing ba
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Vanja's motto is crazy, and we were brewing beer
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Frenkie is writing a new thing and just recorded one
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Well, people would film it too, here even Galeb is filming
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We were like Chinese kings, you have to wait in line
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So many skills, styles, rhymes, with no hatred
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That evening, prejudices were taken away by hand
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Decisions made, we need this more often
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For 'such feats, beats Toza leave us more often
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Only such will sit for us, for the soul and for the tail
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Kings fuck money, you know we love you Kepa
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Cream de la cream, haters kite on forehead
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Glavatar on mother with me Frenkie and Marcello |