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  			    Ce-ţi gândesc eu ţie, dulce Românie

Au trecut atâția ani de când am plecat
dar cum zice tot românul, frate, n-am uitat
locuind acum în orașe cu borduri de aur,
n-am uitat cum a fost să crești într-un balaur.

Să vezi la zece ani cum se-omoară om pe om,
să crezi că foamea din stomac e doar un simptom.
României, plai cu flori și câmpii abandonate,
cu mese pline de Crăciun, după aia iar paté.

Departe ți-au plecat odraslele
că n-ai știut, maică, să ai grijă de ele,
dac-odată veneau turcii să ne cotropească,
acum mergem noi la ei, să ne muncească.

Te miri că plâng bătrânii după Ceaușescu
dar voi n-ați fost în stare nici să-l condamnați pe Iliescu
l-ați votat cam degeaba pe Constantinescu
și-ați crezut că vă scoateți după aia cu Băsescu.

Îi spuneți Casa Poporului
dar nu lăsați oamenii-n ea
mai bine-i spuneți mausoleu, așijderea
cum ați ridicat și catedrala aia fără rost
în veșnica mântuire a neamului prost.

Românie, tare mi-e că te-apucă o boală
și ți-au plecat cam toți doctorii pe-afară.
O să te duci dracului dintr-o răceală.
Să vezi tu ce pățești dacă umblii așa de goală!

României, când o să ai și tu o revolutie pe bune?
Zic una a oamenilor care nu-s mânjiți de cărbune,
Una nu organizată de vechea putere.
Că aia revoluție n-a fost, a fost o mare futere.

Hai, Românie, când faci una? Promit că vin
direct pe Dunăre, că doar e vasul tău sangvin.
S-avem și noi democrație pe bune măcar o dată
nu duși de nas de Americani, ca o marionetă.

Țintă, în pula calului, pentru nebunii ruși

Când or să vin-ăștia pe noi suntem cu toți duși
la mama dracului, dar nu te speria
că cei ce ne-au vândut vor fi scăpat deja
la vila ce le-ai cumpărat-o tu în Brazilia.

Românie, hai acum, nu mai aștepta.
Ești tupeistă la beție? Pune mâna și bea.
Ai țuică, bere la pet, ai pana mea și spirt
și se știe că după biserici cele mai multe clădiri îs birt.

Îmbată-te, rupe-ți cămașa, fă scandal!
Răstoarnă masa, dă-le la Americani cu sticla-n cap!
Și scoate-i afară cu scuturile lor anti-rachetă,
că nu le-ajungea Montana, au furat-o și-a noastră, roșiatică!

Știi că Marea Baltică dă în cea Nordică?
Apoi cea Tireniană dă în Mediteraneană?
Ghici ce urmează? Rușii ne bombardează
și de pe apă, și din aer. Clar, ne anihilează.

Românie, de ce te crezi atât de vitează
când vezi că ești cât o căcărează?
Hai, trezește-te, Românie, și dacă ai un pic de minte
Lasă-mă pe mine-un an să fiu președinte.

României, anu ăsta am auzit
că nici Crăciunu nu ți-a fost fericit
din cauză că mai toți porcii ți-au pierit.

Păcat că au pierit doar porcii greșiți,
că ăia care te mănâncă văd că încă-s nepârliți.

Romaniei cu drag

I had to add the white noise for sound cloud to allow me to rip off Tove Lo's Habits.  Sorry for the shitty quality. It's better on youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obOihS5CpCc where I got away with using the original. 

 

Lyrics:


I take a look in the mirror sometimes
it's like I'm staring at this picture
where Dorian Gray lies
dark colours to depicture
all his  dirty crimes
I take  look into my eyes
It's a portal to simpler times 
before I even met you
before I lived in the skies
before I wore a disguise
before you ran away to the schweiz
before I was in "Before Sunrise"
before all these days
that all are wasted away
in blazez  of hazes
in unexistent mazes
having to make choices 
like in Joyce's Ulysses
with praises from spectral voices
that have now stopped to phaze me
but have nonetheless raised me
and placed me on dais
in very unconventional ways
since your weighs started to craze me.

I still remember all our days
I could write essays about them
about our Fridays, staying in, watching an old film
or disagreein about something, having a mayhem about it
then you starting to fight me
crawling  at my face, like a fucking  lionaisse
then with the make up sex
make me go apex 
with such fucking  complex
mind fucks and moans that always left me perplexed
staring in those eyes that no one ever suspects

so dark, I'd die for them just like Malcom X
cause baby you're my ex with a triple x
the one who would have got all my fucking paychecks
and I wouldn't have objected to live with you in a duplex but now

"You're gone and I gotta stay high.. all the time.. to keep you off my mind..."
 

Singing now about this
feels like counting some dead leafs
I threw away all my beliefs
what was the point to keep them
and be dumb to keep believe
when she still fucking  leaves?

Nah I finally perceived there's ways to forget your grieves

So I started to receive all that life had to offer
many friends with the Benz 
and the ones who steal your coffer
but because I've been blessed with the gift to be the best
since I've been living under eaves
I became the king of thieves
when all I really wanted
was to be black in horror movies.
so I can go first
to the place that cures your thirst
fuck Freddie Kruger
just pass me that luger
and I would go uncoerced
in the worst hell
I'd scare the fucking cartel
when I blow up the church bell
to wake up my Saint Marry
with a bomb shell
made out of sope, a raspberry, 
a rope and a phone cell
maybe that way she'll marry
me and we'll have a story to tell 
but nah
she still sleeping
I'm still singing in hell
and hope people will buy it
so I can cure my heartache
with money like Adele
with fancy cars like Drake
or just dope flowing all day in my blood cell

to make me feel well and forget that I'm awake
they say I'm funny like Chapelle
but I spit venom like a snake
if you get married one day
I'm jumping out  the wedding cake
to steal you away 
but for now I got mistakes to make cause...


"You're gone and I gotta stay high.. all the time.. to keep you off my mind..."

Love to... (with Tove Lo)  #thisisourmusic2

Lyrics: 

life ain't easy you hear people say
from the youngest to the one's who's hair just turned gray
every day, like a fuckin cliche,
we are bound to play with the death her ballet
no age limit for the role no toll you can pay
there s no parole for your soul to get away
just an endless corridor, everything dark as coal
sitting back, feels just like on cruise control
as you go deeper and deeper
in this rabbit hole
blind and scared shitless
like a golden mole
when once you were chirping
like an oriole
I know it ain't easy
to pay the toll

I wanna get higher than the empire state
every puff I take feels like an update
I feel my left brain starting to activate
then my mouth starts pouring like a fucking floodgate
I create all this shit, even tho I should quit
it doesn't even help to pay the fucking rent
but this isn't anyway why I'm doing this shit
I'm doing it cause I can, and that's about it.
with a natural born talent for putting fools into place
they just gave me the cup, they said there's no point to race
I know the poor suckers just didn't want the disgrace
but if you feel up to par, I'll just leave a blank space
but keep a poker face if you want to outpace
me when I'm done with you you're just a charity case
I don't care about the race I'm just here to erase ya
but it's too easy to outpace ya and I'm all about the chase

Down the Rabbit hole

Lyrics:

floating through the clouds
burning some grass
the world on my shoulders
like fucking Atlass

careful not to trip
drop the world in hell
with the amount I drink
I can fill a well

I grew up with a hunckback in a tower bell
when I was a kid my toy was Annabelle
it was so strange to see my life on tv
exceptI think  they called it the addams family

wipe your tears, 
and just come here
there's no better cure for depression
like The cure, some whiskey, and a little agression
a little tension til you hear the chord snap
and your panties drop, there's no alarm clock
no neighbours are around to hear us fuck
I'm an original gangster, just need the cadillac
I already got the dough, the hoes and the glock

I grew around the block
though I ain't seen no Jenny
she must have moved out
when her ass start making money
it wasn't the best place to raise your kids
when I was 6 I found out what death is
and just moments later I had my first kiss
next to the body of some fool with a death wish
that his lover's husband helped to accomplish
come to think of it it was kind of hellish
but sometimes I still cherish all those memories
they made me who I am and showed me what life is

not to say that now life is good
but at least I got out of that hood
from all the thieves all the whores all the shits
all the bodies piling up like in Auschwitz
it don't matter if you're jew or a gipsy
just don't be around when motherfukers get tipsy
and rapesy, and you can see
them look at you like they want to erase ya

old habits die hard
I grew up with retards
so don't cross your feet
and lie between your teeth
you rap like a dweeb
you little scared shit
you re just a spoiled brat, you re not my nemesis
too afraid to tell it 
if you open your mouth again, Im gonna take a piss
now this is how you write a motherfucking diss

All work and no play (prod. by PandaBeats)

Lyrics:
floating through the clouds
burning some grass
the world on my shoulders
like fucking Atlass
careful not to trip
drop the world in hell
with the amount I drink
I can fill a well
I grew up with a hunckback in a tower bell
when I was a kid my toy was Annabelle
it was so strange to see my life on tv
except they called it The Addams family




wipe your tears, 
and just come here
there's no better cure for depression
like The cure some whiskey and a little agression
a little tension til you hear the chord snap
and your panties drop, and there's no alarm clock
no neighbours around to hear us fuck
I'm an original gangster, just need the cadillac
cause I already got the dough, the hoes and the glock


I grew around the block
though I ain't seen no Jenny
she must have moved out
when her ass start making money
it wasn't the best place to raise your kids
when I was 6 I found out what death is
and just moments later I had my first kiss
next to the body of some fool with a death wish
that his lover's husband helped to accomplish
come to think of it it was kind of hellish
but somehow I still cherish all those memories
they made me who I am and showed me what life is




not to say that now life is good
but at least I got out of that hood
from all the thieves all the whores all the shits
all the bodies piling up like in Auschwitz
it don't matter if you're jew or a gipsy
just don't be around when motherfukers get tipsy
and rapesy,  and you can see
them look at you like they want to erase ye

I'm pretty far away now
but don't you stay at ease, clown
I might be in another town
but I can still put you down

old habits die hard
I grew up with retards
so don't cross your feet
and lie between your teeth
you rap like a dweeb
you little scared shit
too afraid to tell it  
you re just a spoiled brat, 
you re not my nemesis
if you open your mouth again,
Im gonna take a piss
now this is how you write a motherfucking diss

All work and no play

the room is lit on fire
and I have this strange desire
to strangle you in your fucking  sleep 
cause I want to see how deep
they planted the wire, get a clue on how to make a fucking sheep
to start a killing spree
they could have built some robots
but fuck, humans are cheap
keep them down on luck, make them scheme some plans
or give them something deep
to ponder on like schmucks
the prettiest ones we pluck
give them some fans
make them star struck
but of course they'll  always be stucked to being fucked
by us, some fucking chimps
or champions, doesn't matter to you fucking wimps
you might only glimpse through hard work if you persist
for crumbs of what's falling of our platter
we appoint mad hatters which you have to call kings
 presidents, dictators, popes,
 but does it really  matter?
even if the bird sings
we tell her to spatter
we sell you bottled water
when all we're really making is the fucking bottle
but don't think about you fucking Aristotle
less you're really  ready to be fucking slaughtered like a fucking pig
cause we love some blood 
watered down with baby tears
which we cause like a fucking flood
man, fuck their prayers, what year is it?
who do we exterminate, what stories do we have to fucking counterfeit?
who do we throw down the stairs, 
cause we gotta feed those gods
helped us satisfy our greed with speed no matter what costs
and all against the odds
sure some will have to fucking bleed, 
there'll be some holocausts
gotta feed the monsters that are controlling us
if not we get thrown under that bus, turned into imposters
if we don't pay the price, we risk to lose the sponsors
and we can't turn to the fucking dirty mobsters
and I for sure don't wanna end up pure
but poor as a mother fucking lobster
nah, give me the disaster, I'll face it with grandeur
I'll blow up my own castle then blame it on the poor
act as a saviour for those who lack a master
or for those with cuor, who cannot be their pastors
and those who want more, make people adore them
absorb them
cause we are the broadcasters
we're the world forecasters
turning everyone into  herbivores
cause we  need you castors
ready to ignore
and to be working faster
less  we  get bored
with our paws
and we might just start a war..

we might just start a war...

High as fuck freestyle

If it weren't for Jesus

Thanks to Strange Waves  for the beat (https://soundcloud.com/user-555730787/rappers-wanted-8) I changed it a little with some samples and added my verses on top but the beat makes all the song!

lyrics: 

what are we leaving   behind us?
what have we done to our own house?
a mad house turned into a green house
can anybody still save us?

the sun is too hot cause we've cut all the trees
we must be some of the dumbest monkeys
we wrecked this planet like a fucking  disease
no more, tho

she's kicking us off like we're some fucking fleas
to finally enjoy her light breeze
we did with her what we fucking pleased
when all she did was to feed us

now she's taking away all our bees
and all that they have in their knees
not even Einstein with all his degrees
could save us, no

why are all the fishes frying?
why are my children crying?
why are my children dying?
it's so fucking terrifying!

the sun is too hot, oh it's burning
it's melting ice caps, it's concerning
it's burning our crops, now we're learning
that it's too fucking late, damn

Pausa

in the food chain we are the kings, son
we k. o. everything just like Tyson
that's how we  wiped out the bison
there's nothing to look for on   the horizon

cause we killed anything that looked delish
just to throw it onto a fucking dish
we'd even relish in our hellish wish
for mass fucking zoo-icide

so when the animals cried we turned a blind eye
cause we loved their hides and we felt nothing inside
and when we turned the tide to our kind
we didn't even flinch, man, we did it with pride

and I ain't talking about the middle ages no
I'm talking about something not a life time ago
I'm talking about ovens not meant for dough
we're so fucking sick man

so I guess we're getting what we deserve, man
we sure had a lot of nerve, man
but we're finishing all our reserves, man
and we'll soon be down to serve man.

so I guess we're getting what we deserve, man
we sure had a lot of nerve, man  
but we're finishing all our reserves, man
it'll soon be down to just us

To Serve Man

All Work And No Play

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On whom the pale moon gleams:
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Of the world for ever, it seems."

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