12 Ακριβώς [12 Akrivos] [English translation]

You had accused me in public, you had spoken ill of me

for this I had hit you at the Mall

I hadn’t harmed you, but you had harmed me

so I left [gave] to you an action as a souvenir

I leave [give] to you, an effort

to turn away the hatred and every spitefulness

writing our emotions in verses with quality

without exaggerations, without any politeness

Let’s give meaning to our situation

to justify to the people around us our tendency

only with songs which have the reason to exist

but also to coexist, not praises of hashish

But from the other hand, if you don’t go in for it, it’s ok it doesn’t matter

my intentions are good, don’t think that everything’s suspicious

I go to the cinema and you go for a drink

and I forgot to mention, friend, your shirt is nice

It’s twelve sharp, the anger goes away

the words fade, only the rhythm stays

Close your eyes, forget everything

I’m the Dj and I take you with me in the console

[I'm] again on the top but this didn't spoil your mood at all

your friend Ominus hasn’t changed at all

You shout loud but nobody can hear you

even when you play for free, there is nobody to hear you

There’s no imagination and meaning in your verses

the power of your crowd is just thirty people

The difference of your breast is full of silicone

just when we excrete pure testosterone

He make rhymes, dust everywhere, on the disks or tapes

and tonight forget everything you knew until now

With us fly higher, think without limits

to the number one clique, all the others come second

I’ve suffered for a long time but I came back [and I’m] sharper

I don’t care anymore about who is the best

You do need a lot of studying like Eleonora [does]

a reggaetone song which bursts like the storm…

It’s twelve sharp, the anger goes away

the words fade, only the rhythm stays

Close your eyes, forget everything

I’m the Dj and I take you with me in the console

Taraxias [=rioter] directly from the steps of the street

from the lights of the square, everything seems to be dark

the clock of the church tells that it’s some minutes to twelve

we keep it real, you keep it low

Goin Through back again with a brand new song

the king is coming with the crown at the back

the beautiful ladies in the bed call me TARA

when they wake up in the morning and they wink at me

If we didn’t exist, you wouldn’t exist too

you owe this to us if you want to call yourself MC

if you wear proudly large clothes, [if] you make money

we did this a long time before you, so behave yourself…

You have seen nothing yet, I send strikes, I move the threads

discographic acoustic masterpieces

anxious babies to cause accidents

be careful cause TNS never stops

Exactly, always golden plate, it’s the Family from the one side

and all the rest from the other, they want to be our enemies

fairly our rhymes are wise, everybody ask how

lyrical personal manager

TNS coming, yes this is me

my rhythm is hot

reggaetone orgasm

Tougher style, everybody say “thank God”

that my couple ends exactly at twelve bars…

It’s twelve sharp, the anger goes away

the words fade, only the rhythm stays

Close your eyes, forget everything

I’m the Dj and I take you with me in the console

• Artist:Goin' Through
• Album:Vendetta (2006)