Lyrics of Bomberman - Zverina, Majself, Plexo

Bomberman (original)

Keď vojdeme do klubu odpálime ďalšiu bombu,
toto tu je monzún a nie vyjebaný konzum.
Rozum — treba umelcom čo robia tvorbu,
ich rap je nepríjemný jak keď ti robia plombu.
Vítaj v rape — ponúkam ti fighty ako Tekken,
uletí ti dekel my sme formácia z pekiel.
Method Man a Redman, Robin verzus Batman,
zajebme tých fakerov do elektrických kresiel.
Nerobia sa na nás tlaky aby sme robili braky,
vyjebané diskorapy výmenou za Maserati.
Niektorí to urobili teraz majú z toho skraty,
zožrali ste mi kok — gratulujem je zlatý.
My pochádzame z časov kedy za svojim sa stálo,
nikomu nezáležalo na tom jak sa obliekalo.
Dôležité bolo flow a tvoje slovo,
hip-hop ktorý na ulici hral za každým rohom.
Ja nemám dôvod robiť veci inak lebo šlape to,
Neni Problem bude cítiť v uliciach jak acetón.
A na betón spodobovaným ušiel som jak raketou,
a placebo — v podobe plastík roztrhávam mačetou.
Výstraha — preto najprv strieľam do vzduchu,
Plexo a Majself a našim želám dobrú chuť.
Prisahám — že nechceš nasrať túto ozrudu,
Zverina Shomi, ich šungále ťa rozdupú.
A musíš cítiť energiu vo vzduchu to fruiduum,
patríš medzi pripečených priprav sa na ujmu.
Zhluku zrakov hubu prachov slová z praku strieľam furt,
toto je tá prívalová vlna čo je zvaná vzduch.
Dávaj pozor — plížime sa po tme sami.
V momente keď spíte vonku v stanoch pod hviezdami.
Raz-dva-šmyk ani nerozponeš stany,
nemôžeš kurviť rap a neostať potrestaný.
Rap je mimo vinou synou ktorí podporujú typou,
čo dávajú rými pičou pričom tvária sa byť hitom.
Ale nerobia to s citom hýbu našou mentalitou,
bez limitov týchto shitov separujem ako sito.
A sú tu maniaci za spomenutie stojaci,
vojaci vlajku rapu underground v rukách stále držiaci.
Stojaci mimo komercie lebo niesú žebráci,
a týmto česť práci — Gramo Rokkaz, Sedláci!
Má to plusy aj mínusy túto čepeľ budem brúsiť.
Vlna bez cenzúry sa do tvojej hlavy rúti.
Pre ľudí ktorým chutí rap naložený jak sushi,
tuším musím kusy mäsa servírovať do ich uší.
Sme freestyleový velikáni vítate nás Havanami,
bielymi vínami a dámy peknými vagínami.

(translation)

When we enter the club we detonate another bomb,
this is the monsoon here and not fucking consumerism.
Reason — artists need what they create,
their rap is as unpleasant as getting a filling.
Welcome to rap — I offer you fights like Tekken,
your hat will fly, we are a formation from hell.
Method Man and Redman, Robin vs. Batman,
let's put those fakers in electric chairs.
We are not pressured to make mistakes,
fucked up disco records in exchange for a Maserati.
Some have done it now they have short cuts,
you ate my cock — congrats it's golden.
We come from the times when we stood behind ours,
nobody cared how they dressed.
flow and your word were important,
hip-hop that played around every corner on the street.
I have no reason to do things differently because it works,
No problem, it will smell like acetone in the streets.
And on the decorated concrete I ran away like a rocket,
and placebo — in the form of plastic, I tear it up with a machete.
Warning — that's why I shoot in the air first,
Enjoy Plexo and Majself and ours.
I swear — you don't want to piss off this abomination
Shomi game, their shungalas will trample you.
And you must feel the energy in the air that fruiduum
you are among the baked prepare for harm.
I keep shooting words from a slingshot into a cluster of eyes, a mushroom of dust,
this is the tidal wave which is called air.
Be careful — we're sneaking in the dark alone.
The moment you sleep outside in tents under the stars.
One-two-slip you won't even pitch your tents,
you can't whore rap and not get punished.
Rap is beyond the fault of the son who supports the type,
what they give rums while pretending to be a hit.
But they don't do it with the feeling of moving our mentality,
without limits, I separate these shits like a sieve.
And there are maniacs worth mentioning,
soldiers still holding the flag of underground rap in their hands.
Standing outside commerce because they are not beggars,
and herewith honor to the work — Gramo Rokkaz, Farmers!
It has pros and cons, I will sharpen this blade.
An uncensored wave rushes into your head.
For people who like rap loaded like sushi,
I guess I have to serve pieces of meat in their ears.
We are freestyle giants welcome us with Havanas,
white wines and ladies with nice vaginas.