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Frenkie - RMX (English Translation) Lyrics[Verse 1: Frenkie]
Give all the props when you hear Malta and Alpaš rap
Pop every chump with extra Kalash mags to dump
Rappers gone missing, it's the Glavaš case, the mouths are sealed with tape
Our sound hits 'em hard like when Balaš slaps
You're Dodik, a redneck from the Laktaš county
Open wide tramp, you gonna chow down that dick
Your ceiling's the playoffs, the only thing that you'll pass
But this is the Champions League, better stand up for Šahbaz
The vermin know, they can't take on the two of us
Frenkie the Magnificent, greet me with "Merhaba"
Your tracks and your clique's weak
My gang though - the FMJAM country
The Masonic lodge ain't got a match to our lobby
Army engaging encounters, an autonomy
Drive up with a couple of vans, like Insomnia at night
They find you with a busted cap, just like Johnny in Holland

[Verse 2: Buba Corelli]
Light it up, burn it up, yeah, smoke it up, BluntBylon, yeah
Cook it up, cut it up, forever young, we don't grow old
From Alipašino to Marijin dvor, splitting cuts with the customs crew
Strapping my girl with the rest, under her dress like a vest
Chokeholding them, one by one kid, send our bitches to the Maribor
Where we're talking money kid, monkey business won't cut it
They miss us, the rap scene definitely misses us
When we link up, stash all the cash, then we floss
Geronimo, we're gonna knock you out like the liquor shots
Who's gonna back you up when we don't care to pick our shots
You jerk-off, know we'll be turning off your lights tonight
Let's not lie to each other, on God, we're hooking up your bitch
"Corelli, slow down, ayo, my heart's almost skipping beats"
I ain't hitting breaks fool, I'm galloping over the beat
I'mma blow up all these rappers like baloon inflatables
Just so they catch on it better, I'm gonna slow it down a notch
You ain't worth to me a single cent, well, you need to make the training decent
I'mma give myself the right to say I've seen shit that's been more important
I'm gonna beat you up when you get out, you're a walking corpse, weep all you want
You lie to them, then you lay it on me, that it won't happen again, you bet it won't
I'mma get some men to get you checked, we're gonna make it fun for ourselves
Don't give a fuck for what they offer us, I'm making hits with a tamburitza and some lines
I rap while eating a hamburger, wrapping it up was never even a problem
Lastly, your shawty's nasty, I'd smack her ass, every time I'd slam two pints

[Verse 3: Jala Brat]
Wave hello haters, rushing the beat like Barrichello
Doing the thing, cutting turns on the track the way I be cutting yayo
Made peace with giving up fame, TZ Panama, rajevoSa
None of that Gucci, Prada, Uzi on Speed, busting shells like an AA
Momma, better call one-two-two, the evil's gotten into me again
Drama after couple of grams, squeeze the whole crew into the club
The hood's got Jala's back covered, bro, all the shit you pull's in vain
Jala's working for the alleys, y'all be working for the cops
Don't you wait on someone stonger, I've wasted the strongest one
Bad-mouth us, you ain't got much more, bro, you'll slip and kiss the floor
The real ones who understand us raise their hands up to the ceiling
Bob your head when you're with Frenkie, Kontra, Jala and Corelli
Hop in unannounced like the first responders, burst firing lines, beat's the target
Won't hide it, wanna hit world's pinnacle, while still walking K9s down the ghetto (Ay)
Bums and slums, big pimping and the Cadillacs
I'm flicking off your switches, meaning I'm nailing you bitches (Ha-ha)

[Verse 4: Kontra]
Oh I'm 'bout to beat this remix down - Ready? Kontra's dropping in
We're on different altitudes, lava hot style, high volcanic plume
Cocky spring up like the space jump, grander like the Felix
I'm on the tip of your tounge, proclaiming crime of expression (Bruh)
Give you little schooling sessions till you're on my fucking time
From the cradle to the grave, I'm the founding father of rhyme
Grating these rappers, Reverend Run
Rap Mount Everest, you can't solo run
Reaching the icy ramparts takes a revenant
Hell, you thought you'd raise up to the Hellrazor?
Infiltrate like the Troyans, youthfully, robust and masculine
Infiltrate like the Troyans, so riding high, the four horsemen
Kontra, Jala, Frenkie, Buba, the ground's gonna be shivering
DJ Soul's mixer is on fire whenever he starts delivering
Sarajevo's support lineup destroying all in their tracks
The Fall of Troy, gun down the Achilles' heel with AA gun shells
Don't you be acting dumb now, numbers tell who's got best placement
Don't you try, it'll go down the drain, the flow's expensive as Moët, bitch