12 Ακριβώς [12 Akrivos] [English translation]
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)