Lyrics of SPIRIT ANIMAL - Grimaso, Majk Spirit

SPIRIT ANIMAL (original)

Všetci chceme nech nás majú radi
Zdieľame highlighty, faily nikto neprezradí
Impresie robia fame, fame robí baby
Zaujal som nový postoj, fuck everybody
V rape faraón, moje tracky sú pyramídy
Moja duša v tých slovách, to nejsú iba rýmy
Učím sa robiť pekné fotky z týchto negatív
Jediný rapper čo má gule byť aj pozitívny, yeah
A viem, že niektorí ma nemusia
Môj album si nepustia, keď pustia tak zneúctia
Kvalitu nepripustia, radi ma trochu pridusia
Všetky dobré úmysly do zlých záverov vyústia
Píše, nech toľko nefajčím trávu
Len človek čo fakt nevie, napíše takúto správu
Vravieť mi čo robiť môže mama keď chce kávu
Jediný, kto školí ma je tatko keď mu kosím trávu
Starý moj už nenaháňam slávu
Neprosím sa nikomu nech zahrajú mi skladbu
Na kolenách len keď stretnem Zaru
Keď kľaknem si pred nejakou inou, znamená to, že chystáme svadbu
Náhoda je mýtus, každý vyberá svoj vírus
Ak sa modlíš len za views, kde je Jesus?
Rapperi len čmárajú po stenách, ja mám posolstvo jak Banksy
Rappuje dnes každý, ja som MC
Gordon Ramsey, varím hudbu pre ľudí
Michelin star chef, aj tak všetkým nikdy nechutí
Ešte nebol žiadny, čo by varil všetkým po chuti
Starý tvoja nechuť ma neznechutí, to zabudni
Fajčím brko v backstage-i u Redmana
Poviem čo si myslím, viem, že nikto nechce Yesmana
Výčitky od ľudí úplne bez tváre a bez mena
Dám Batmana, chcú Jokera, dám Jokera, chcú Batmana
Tínedžeri s Iphonmi od ocina
Skrytý v anonymite sa cíti ako Godzilla
Jebem na to nechcem sa mu zapáčiť
Začal som v garáži a teraz v mojej garáži je flotila
Čísla nepustia a v percentách si idem stovku
Vnútri oko búrky aj keď stokujem si vonku
Každý jeden z vás musel cítiť, že som bol tu
A som tu, jedného dňa vypredám O2
Yeah, a vravia, že môj fame je na ústupe
Stredný prst hore všetkým, čo ma stále majú v hube
Nehľadám už priazeň ľudí v komentároch na YouTube
Zazerajú z Fábie na moje S-Class Coupe
A kamaráti prezliekajú kabáty
Hral si to na brata, vraj že kryjeme si chrbáty
Požičal som ti lóve a nechcel žiadne úroky
Podal som ti prst a prišiel o ruky
A teraz varíš ľudí s príbehmi, že píšeš moje bary
Pritom nevieš ani odpísať na moje správy
Oháňaš sa mojím menom, balíš na to baby
Povedz koľko si ich trtkal s mojim dickom, starý
Ľudia zabúdajú, čo si pre nich spravil
Koľko zľavil, jak často vôbec faktúru nevystavil
Čávo len bral, bral, bral a potom sa stratil
Fejkové podanie ruky, mŕtvu rybu si zabil
Ooh, vravia, že na vrchole sám si v tom
A pritom keď máš primetime, každý chce byť pri tom
Všetky oči na tebe, keď si ten pán s hitom
No zakopneš a finito, ooh
Stratiť fame je malá smrť, slabý po ústa si škrt
Stačí jeden zlý deň a je z teba zmrd
Jeden rým a začne vojna príde Hannibal
Najreálnejšia vec akú som kedy napísal
Spirit Animal

(translation)

We all want them to love us
We share highlights, no one will reveal the emails
Impressions make fame, fame makes baby
I took a new stance, fuck everybody
In Pharaoh's rape, my tracks are pyramids
My soul in those words, it's not just rhymes
I'm learning to take nice photos of these negatives
The only rapper who has balls to be positive, yeah
And I know some don't have to
They won't release my album when they release it
They don't allow quality, they like to suffocate me a little
All good intentions will lead to bad conclusions
He writes not to smoke so much grass
Only a person who doesn't really know will write such a message
Mom can tell me what she can do if she wants coffee
The only one who trains me is Dad when I mow his weed
My old man is no longer glorifying
I'm not asking anyone to play my song
On my knees only when I meet Zara
When I kneel in front of someone else, it means that we are planning a wedding
Coincidence is a myth, everyone chooses their virus
If you only pray for views, where is Jesus?
The rappers are just scribbling on the walls, I have a message like Banksy
Everyone raps today, I'm an MC
Gordon Ramsey, I cook music for people
Michelin star chef, everyone will never like it anyway
There was no one to cook for everyone to taste
Your old dislike won't dislike me, forget it
I smoke a quill in Redman's backstage
Tell you what, I think no one wants Yesman
Remorse from people without a face and without a name
I'll give Batman, they want Joker, I'll give Joker, they want Batman
Teens with Iphones from ocina
Hidden in anonymity feels like Godzilla
I don't want him to like that
I started in the garage and now there is a fleet in my garage
The numbers won't let go and I'm going to get a hundred
Inside the eye of the storm even though I drain outside
Every one of you must have felt like I was here
And here I am, one day I will sell O2
Yeah, and they say my fame is in retreat
Middle finger up to everyone who still has me in her mouth
I'm no longer looking for people to comment on YouTube
They're watching Fabia on my S-Class Coupe
And friends change their coats
You played it on your brother, they say we cover our backs
I lent you the buckets and I didn't want any interest
I shook your finger and lost your hand
And now you're cooking people with stories that you write my bars
You can't even write to my messages
You're running my name, you're packing for that baby
Tell me how many you got with my dick, old man
People forget what you did for them
How much he discounted, how often he did not issue an invoice at all
Chava just took, took, took and then got lost
Fake handshake, you killed a dead fish
Ooh, they say you're on top yourself in it
And when you have primetime, everyone wants to be there
All eyes on you when you're the guy with the hit
Well, you stumble and finito, ooh
Losing fame is a small death, weak after the mouth you cut
One bad day is enough and you're a jerk
One rhyme and the war begins Hannibal
The most realistic thing I've ever written
Spirit Animal