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[Verse 1: Codrin]
Unstable sometimes, but mostly all the time
You have no texture in your lyrics, let alone tone
Loser, I’ll cut you down 'cause you’re predictable
Invisible like Griffin, I’ll take your hill, HillBill
I don’t chase money, I’m not obsessed with style
'Cause I’m crazier in the head than Cypress Hill
I learn on the go, I hate what’s tied to regression
After all, even learning to walk was learned on the go
It’s a disaster for the so-called big-time small chroniclers
Why the heck do you try to seem like something you’re not?
I know your end, 'cause I’ve seen your genesis
I’ve got so much on my mind, including my hair
I’m the devil in person, yet I play the harp
And I like trains, most of them are cool
My prayer is the pillow of a foolish god
And unfortunately for him, tonight he’ll sleep uncomfortable
I’m so super I wear pants under my boxers
I came into the world as well, unfortunately for everyone
Got nothing to say? I won’t listen, I’m not in the mood
You tried to be modest, but ended up Mos Def
Hi, my name is Codrin, and I’m a mess
I suffer from everything, including schizophrenia
Let’s recap, are you good at surrendering?
Your mom waved at me, but wasn’t saying hello
It’s necessary for my IQ to outgrow my weight
'Cause I lose all my nights counting my days
To balance higher, you need to know what’s low
If I were a bit smarter, I’d be dangerous
Sometimes I’m so dumb, I drink until dawn
Then go scare the scarecrows away
I’m afraid my mind might create everything I don’t think about
'Cause I thought of death and then I started living
[Verse 2: ECHO]
Two-ten, microphone check
I’m not talking about cans when I say get in tune
I’m dead serious, this is one of the jokes
Don’t pray for me to go blind, 'cause I already have vision
Being normal today remains a myth
I didn’t read about what alcohol does, I quit reading
I’m my own servant and my own master
We’re all born crazy, but some stay that way
I don’t drop tracks often, so NASA won’t catch on
I started having flow ever since the Criș took my house
I haven’t solved the mystery and now my head hurts
Why when I reach the Lord, will I meet the devil?
I don’t believe in God, but I believe in Jesus Christ
'Cause he’s the only one who felt a nail down to the bone
I found the solution, I can hope for this dose
To get rid of cancer, first you have to die of cirrhosis
You got love problems? I’ll help you without fear
Your girl wants the sea 'cause she’s tired of small things
I’m a hardcore gamer, got tactics and charm
Walk into the airport, and you hear: “Bomb has been planted”
When Armstrong landed on the moon, he said heavy words
“Dear ones, Earth is a seven-star madhouse”
I find solutions to anything and pass any test
Since I’ve been in therapy, listening to Method Man
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2024.10.09.
Today I saw a lion
Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
It had a lion's head
(Did it have a forehead?)
A lion's forehead
(Did it have eyes?)
Lion's eyes
(Did it have a nose?)
Lion's nose
(Did it have a mouth?)
Lion's mouth
(Did it have teeth?)
Lion's teeth
(Did it have a chin?)
Lion's chin
(Did it have a neck?)
Lion's neck
(Did it have a chest?)
Lion's chest
(Did it have a belly?)
Lion's belly
(Did it have a tail?)
Lion's tail
And did it roar?
Grrrrr...!
(Tell us then what it was
We want to have fun
Explain a bit the riddle
We’re curious to know the truth)
It was the lion's lady
It was the lion's lady
Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
It had a hat with a pom-pom
(Did it have braids?)
Braids in spirals
(Did it have a necklace?)
A necklace worth a million
(Did it have stockings?)
Nylon stockings
(Did it have a voice?)
Voice like Sablon
(Did it have perfume?)
Caron perfume
(Did it have a shirt?)
Cotton shirt
(Did it have a skirt?)
Chiffon skirt
(Did it have a watch?)
Vacheron watch
(Did it have breasts?)
Boyish breasts
(Did it have money?)
Money in abundance
(And did it roar?)
Eh! Yes it did!
(Tell us then what it was
We want to have fun
Explain a bit the riddle
We’re curious to know the truth)
It was the girlfriend of the lion
It was the girlfriend of the lion
Of the lion
Of the lion
It was the girlfriend of the lion!
2024.10.09.
Far Away From Here
This is the room, the sacred nest
Of that girl so richly dressed,
Tranquil and ready for her guest.
With one hand she fans her nipples
Elbow on the couch at rest
Listening to the ponds and ripples.
This room is Dorothy's. The play
Of wind and water, far away,
With fainting song and rhythmic sobs,
Through her reverie hums and throbs.
From head to toe with greatest care
Her skin is polished, to adorn her
With benjamin and oils as rare...
Some flowers are swooning in a corner.
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2024.10.09.
Bongo bongo bongo
One day a missionary went down there to the Equator
He wanted to civilize the blacks who lived in that region
He tried to convince them that life was better here
But a black man, with nonchalance, replied to him, alas, like this:
'Oh... bongo, bongo, bongo
I’m fine here in the Congo
I won’t move, no, no!
(No, no, no, no)
Bingo, bango, bengo
I’m sorry, but I won’t come
I’ll stay here
I don’t want tight shoes
Soap bars, trains, and taxis
But with this alarm clock around my neck
I’m fine here, here, here'
Patiently, the missionary continued to speak to him
About futurist painting, swing music, and bridges on the Po
While he was describing the great fashion of Paris
That black man, annoyed, replied again like this:
'Oh... bongo, bongo, bongo
I’m fine here in the Congo
I won’t move, no, no!
(No, no, no, no)
Bingo, bango, bengo
I’m sorry, but I won’t come
I’ll stay here
I don’t want motorcycle rides
Bounced checks, nor vermouth gin
But with these rings in my nose
I’m fine here... and I won’t move!
What do I find down there with you?
Atomic bombs and nothing more!
Christian Dior with the models
Strikers with their signs
And that guy who’s coming
You won’t charm me... I’m staying here!'
2024.10.09.
Jealousy
Love means jealousy
For those who fall in love with you
Perhaps you don’t realize what you do to me
What you do to my heart, to my life
If love means jealousy
Who will ever love you more than me?
I tremble at the thought that one day
A love taught you
To kiss like this
If love means jealousy
Who will ever love you more than me?
I tremble at the thought that one day
A love taught you
To kiss like this