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Genius English Translations - Bong Da City Ei To Mo Genia Tou Misous English Translation Lyrics

[Intro: Styl Mo]
Inside the deserted city
Generation of Hate

[Verse 1: Mani]
Addicted to what destroys me, in the end
Cursed
In my body death and on my paper mourning
Everywhere fumes
In the mist I walk in a scorched earth
Sometimes grey becomes a beast and then it can swallow you up, like my footprints in the rain
Look behind your back, someone is following you
And it's a menace on these streets that are so dark
Unruly
In this place we havе made fear our friend to livе in the world
I have the disease and the tendency to spread it
I represent the bong bong grosso and since
We live in the age of the end of men
I give pain because I see pain I don’t destroy it I make it gell, depending on how many decibels, it hits you in the head like a ctel, with enough fuel to pull you to the gardens of Eden
Through Babel, we raise the dead
The deaf you can keep for fans
And what you hear is from demons for mortals
Gotham's monsters are vibration-testing yeah
And come with backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs and backs
Invincible fire hunters in the palace where shadows live
Weird rhythms and changes
Tons fall five slayers who destroy
They open wounds as if to feed
Turn your back on us and you'll be lost whether you’re MC
Whether you're a pimp, tune in, wipe the tremor from your voice, pull out, you and your tribe are going down
I'm opening the gates of hell, your honor
You have a place in our cauldrons, remember who we are
[Verse 2: Inka]
I met a lot of people so I love animals
Now that rap is all the rage and it's rolling like a wheel
Our feelings are heavier than a stone
To trample on everyone's crown
You ain't sick of rap, it's sick of you
Your whores, your money and all the possessed like you
My pen touches the bottom
And makes me care more about me
There are others
Who seem to have a big tongue
But their deeds small, small, dizzy
And when they look in their mirror they see the mess
That surrounds them and even though they don't know what a cretin is
There are dirty days ahead for everyone you’d think
How you gonna open your mouth to talk
You, who don’t step on marches and think that telling me you drink will make you a dude
You swear, the things you used to kiss to get a CD
And all the things that got you up, bitch
You better be telling the truth cause you're gonna get it too
And then there’ll be no way back
Bong's abnormal flaming microphones
I'll say it for everyone in unison like I did before
My style is evolving like a dope
I said it once but you didn't believe me and now ask and find out
If you can reach us, you poor thing, I’ll probably be waiting for you to come and fart on me
And for what I'm about to tell you I need no introduction
Let alone tell you the truth that you can't reach us
[Verse 3: Tsaki]
Verse pollution, from the time when minds were joined
Named Da Bong generation of hateful jerks on fire
Comets loaded with ready crossbows ready to attack any caricatured lightning
As always, depending on your views always step sharply and unexpectedly on faces damage uselessly the
Our melania in mouths to rub the dirt you carry all to be felt
I told you that a whore like that would never write a hail
Follow the words of the kamikazes and if you don't like sticks up your ass, don't be sleepy
It's the Bong you're shouting, Gotham, we're not taking you
F*****, learn it and get out of here. Cover up our tires, you plague
Don't even think about what you're writing. You're living the fucking life
We're tearing up wombs while you're recording here, the demons are thirsty
F*****, learn it and get out of here. Cover your tires, you scourge
Don't even think about what you write about living, fuck you
We tear wombs while you record, here demons feed only on flesh you lewdly feed on

[Verse 4: Mastigo]
You forgot about the rhythmic restorers of death rhythms fans
Goose shush, spread by epic pulses of destructive earthquakes
Omics emerge, fuck them and their whore mother
I'm setting their shots on fire, get the fuck out of here
Death to the immortals and see the rap don't depend on the breath strings
Flashbacks to familiar words of yesterday, you tell me
How you write every day you don't feel it but get in
In the game of paranoia that burns souls
It takes only a few moments to feel that you don't want to compete
We've got enough material for you to go crazy
You like
I'd rather have your ass than Paris'
If you don't give, you don't get
You're gonna have to be a flip-flopper if you want to be a flip-flopper
Come to our live show and freak out
Greece, the only crew that spits lava
As we arrive, we're gonna take you to Kada
Despite everything else our crew always plans big
Support in the parks and you're a fly in the ointment
You forgot the rhythmic rebuilders of death rhythms fans
Go, shush, spread by epic pulses destructive earthquakes
Omics for you to hear
[Instrumental outro: Mani]