Arab - Bratku ft Bedi Guli prod. Dj Rezumé

ARAB:

So good a beat, Ryśko I’m under the impression,
I’m coming out of the darkness again, peace squeeze.
I schmooze, when I feel like schmoozing,
I fly with the idea, pass it on the motherfuckers.
That I’m drawing in here with a bomb, which shall go fucking off any time,
true strength is not afraid of technology (what?).
My head is full of doggerel verses,
at least I can choose from so many.
I fly in a good style, ‘cause I fly my way.
I do what I want like Julien Lemur,
King from outside the system dancing son of the bitch
What’s the up what’s better to laugh or to cry.
My braggadocio is entering Cossack style track, and it hurts you as if I kicked your winkle.
Yet the biggest shit is what’s happening here,
gays, sick people, not friends.
Normal family where mum and dad.
And not where dad puts it in the dad’s. (eey)
It’s got tasteless, and I want to walk yet.
To run around the terminus, I put on my glasses.
And watch outlooks on life in bird’s eye view Arab,
hetero-sapiens you puff,
as you don’t get what it’s all about, while it’s OK.

Chorus://Arab

Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.
Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.
Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.
Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.

BEDI:

I’m walking in there is a fuck-up, beng beng
My self-assurance carries me, don’t tell me it doesn’t
By the way I want to get to the very top, check the table
The time for kale may come, if not I don’t give a fuck
I already have other aims so I aim at them
Sniper gets on the tower, I shall shoot the occasion
Haste makes waste, I shall wait
We shall pass each other the time will come I promise
The golden chrysanthemums half a litre fucking drunk
Three grams into the zoom tube and two of pure whizz
Call the cops, we are out of control
Me and my skate who fries a thick joint
What I gave the blocks and what they returned to me
Metro-faggots shall never manage to understand
Like the drops sculpt the rock I create my own statue in the score
We enter with a kick
IMPG, ZRWP, DJ dig it yo

Chorus:// Arab

Three characters, three worlds, bit, mike and statyw
The written lyrics flow here flows rap here
Arab, Bedi, Guli and you won’t be able to stop us, so listen.

GULI:

Read that I have no words, dig the words
Read, as the dander is written all over my face
You can take offence and reel off commentaries
And I with my friends both stoned shall laugh at it fucked up
What can I do, to advice it’s all nothing
My approach is to always fuck all those good pieces of advice
Using my drunk freestyles I destroy you with heavy cannons
I destroy with my punches, like on nerves a pansy with cannons
They wanted to hurt me, they succeeded man
As with their poor verses they made my heart bleed
They say I feel nothing, they’re wrong, they’re fucked up
I cannot have nothing in my head, as I fucked up in my coconut have
I think to myself so, do you feel me, I do it causally
What it means to you it means the fuck nothing to me
So sociable that I say hi for goodbye to them, yo
And I leave not even a shadow of chance
I don’t know where I’m going to and what’s the reason for it
I find my damn way to the hearts, I often can’t find the way home
I’m still impressed, I stand aside what I can see
A character cries that his pie fucks around, fuck it my life is falling apart
I’ll leave something behind not only in the exercise book
I’ll something more than flowers and candles,
you see
This life is beautiful, thanks to the music I shall live forever and shall never die (Ah)

Chorus://Arab

Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.
Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.
Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.
Here’s flows the rap fellow,
we are in the same boat.