Povratak [English translation]

You have been pushing us into the oblivion for a very long time

But now we are back again

The Union (Sindicate) is the inly one

The best guys

The great master bulders of this hip-hop scene

We weren’t throwing rhymes, we were building a foundation

And what the matter jerks, did your necks get sprained

while you watch us on the stage as we’re tearing like terminators

(you) malicious rats, ustasha plagiators

The Union is knocking on your door to close you forever

And now you say: “Don’t do it, man.

Weren’t we alright?

Just remember few years ago how much we’ve helped you.”

Just f**k off you poisons

Drop dead in jealousy

Down on your knees because gods are coming

To bury you like priests

Your graves not to be known

Not to have offspring

After we destroy you, thieves

Here arrives DJAFE CORLEONE

From Dorcol B zone

Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta

Glasses are breaking you moron

Look how I spit some huge stanzas

over matrices of Prota

Cause when the cat’s away

the mice will play

Hands up everybody, down on the floor, heads in drawers

until I shake out these rhymes like half kilo of coke

And nobody movies if you don’t want to lose *****

The Union is here again stronger than seals

The Union is here again coming back to the property

HANDS UP

Refrain:

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

Look, look, I’m heavily mad like Bigi

It’s a heavily situation on the stage

and that’s why a turn over under the hand break is needed

When the Union movement is on the street again

a microphone is taken professionaly at time when I come in loudly

The Fountain guerilla, the main to be blamed along with a couple of friends

whose rhymes are like cocked guns

To give an example they arrest MCs

Because I haven’t been for long on the field

I’ll take the job, weeds should be torn

and then I’ll make a meal as a main course

I’ll eat you whole as a salad

I will sweeten myself with style cuz there was enough theft

And watch this now, for both new and old

as for the school, ... for down

and watch what I’ll say: we are the first, the second and the third

You’ll end up like slaughtered as the knezes (dukes that’d been killed)*

and you’ll go down your road fastly – from standing to laying

Because you are a doberman, but we are pits (pit bulls)

You are ashark in the sea, we are killer whales

And this was supposed to be my first rhyme

Anyone who raps like a Croat can blow my dick

Been training like De Niro, I am crazy taxi driver

... with the rhyme that I keep

but yada yada yada for 102.2 (radio MHz)

The union’s bandit and a raff

even into the Superman’s symbol we managed to put the B

Well, the Union has the superhuman strength

Keep for yourself the thing that has just crossed your mind

Because you are jerk, a false rapper

So get away from me

because this is BS (the Union), microphone is the mesiah, SHUT UP CUNTS

Refrain:

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

Rappers, models, gangsters of acting

made a brothel out of the stage

Empty talks, makeup, fancy postures

Even the Shef (boss) of the building has no longer patience

We were nice enough

Come on, cunt, open your mouth

Swallow my insults and then say “I’m sorry”

Because I’m full of those rappers who are like you

All those rap parasites who imagine they are criminal

Mili Vanilli situations, falsly loyal to the firm

yet they’d sell their soul for a spot on a stage

Unfortunatelly it doesn’t work like that, people saw trough your blef

You embarass domestic rap, but Shef will revenge it

as a blade of God’s justice I come down on Earth

to return faith to people , to reanimate the scene

A rage of the Union in the action

a treat to every model

and I won’t change the subject until I exterminate vermin

I don’t want even to waste words on garbage

and on all those wh*res that sneaked behind back

on everyone who fish in mud only to gain some use

and they’re allcolored, painted with makeup like chicks

I listen creatures frenking (I have no idea about meaning), I watch creatures faking

As if they do pantomime, so their job is to imitate

and it’s sad what I see, yet it’s funny therefore

so I'm laughing like crazy, like watching a cartoon

I know it’s one thing when you’re sober and something else when you’re drunk

And the fact that you’re from here, fuck it, you can’t hide it

We live where we live, in the middle of shit

But this is BG, so let’s show some respect

I am followed by trumpeters, not by some ghetto-bum

I don’t look like rapper but like a guy from the pub

I’ve reached the bottom of my life choosing wrong ways

So I’m firing the rhymes like from a fucking cannon

I’ll be the judge and my crew will be the jury

and Sodom and Gomorrah if greed overwhelms you

I hear cunts pointing fingers, so there’s a new cause

to shoot like schmeisser (maschinenpistole) on the microphone of dukes

Refrain:

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

The root of all evil - money - intoxicates you, rookie

You are hot head and I hunt those

At night, while you’re sleeping peacefully, you dream of being a rock star

and I am old mega star, ready with both hands

I break the doors like MOSAD doing raid

You’re nowhere safe, you never know what awaits you

While you drive around town, puckering, I lurk you from roofs

The Gepárd M1 (shoots) trough the metal 12,7

You hide accent from Belgrade to get away like a Croat

in crowd the Agram 2000 takes down everything like a downfall

To soften me you take out someone’s else tricks

Alright, you are modish, completely respectful

They laugh like children

You say you wish to have a duel, real like it used to be

A microphone in one hand, in other bulldog waits

You have nowhere to run away

My vector SS7-7

I hold the stage like a wall, I scratch, unconquerable to you

You flood with nonsenses, making waves for nothing

FAMAS 7-4 kalash will blow you away

Go home, let the kings to rule

SBS’ rhymes, Parabelum MCs gets hurt

Refrain:

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Forever alltogether we will rock the best

Microphone in the hand, lunatics on the stage

The Union is back, no more apologizing

Kings of metaphore untill we’re locked down

Lets shoot now, we will rock the best

• Artist:Beogradski Sindikat