Semafori
Po foli True story
Qaty t'majt te semafori
Money Heist ju hini njoni
Shuma afro nje milioni
Mos u alarmoni money, se alarmi s’boni
200-inshet te verdha kallbllak i thirri minioni
Thrrasin paret i be on it tu lu rolin e pionit
Sa ma shume pare mu ami
Se po du me shku n'Miami
Prej Parisit e Priamit
Jena kon pidhat e mamit
E lojm anash Iliaden, hap me pare tu bo vrap olimpiaden
E krejt e don miliardin Louis canten uji jahtin
N'Instagram na krejt po knaqem se ndjenjat tjera spo shfaqen (uh)
Pe kuptoj pllaqkashin pse e boni plaqken
Dhe momentin tu menu per nonen kur e ngjiti masken
Jeta osht si bombonier ka thon Forest Gump-i
Adrenalina in the air,La Bombonera Buenos Aires
10-shi i skuadres Maradona Ismet Munishi babes
Mjeshtri i lojnave t fjales dajrexhit ja thojna dajres
Vi prej anes ku ja feelin njoni tjetrit gajlen
Djemte e lagjes kur bojn pare mu kejt zemra m’knaqet
Kanaqet plot ilaci dosti moti n paqe
Me t'mahalles bashke like Wu Tang Staten Island (yeah)
Rap Legend I am, veq t'kisha lind n'Harlem
Mos t'kisha repovat isha kon tu e menaxhu Kanten
Full credit card-en mos kesh se eshte me kajt, man
Mjekrren James Harden, marr pare edhe t'marten
Na jena muskethar djem se jem bo t'hujt se deri dje shqiptar kem
Fuqia e fjales tejkalon imagjinaten
Ama shpaten kur secili ka gjynahe
Loqka menemadhe lahet n t'amel vaska e madhe (eh)
Femijve te Sub-saharas u hahet po skan ca me hanger
Po nihna Muhamed Ali, rumble in the jungle
Rruges t'gjate tut lag shiu kerrkush sta cel cadren
Kujtimet plaken, ski ushqim as me shtru darken
Qato njerezve su ha raki n’dy sahati e thejn banken
Shoki per ni maserati ben gjithcka per me ndjek ondrren
Jena rrafshe si me Hollanden tu pi Hash me marokanet
Tash marr pare edhe t’henen tu bo hustle per idare
[Chorus: Lyrical Son]
Pare s'vyn sen kur lulet vyshken
Bota tu shemb prej pamjes n’sy tem
And I just get high
Watching time fly by
E kjo plage qe po m'dhemb
A thu e ardhmja po m'nem
S'kokna normal se s’pershtatna n'sistem
You really that high?
Ju kisha fut taks n'ajr
Pare s'vyn sen kur lulet vyshken
Bota tu shemb prej pamjes n'sy tem
And I just get high
Watching time fly by
E kjo plage qe po m'dhemb
A thu e ardhmja po m'nem
S'kokna normal se s'pershtatna n'sistem
You really that high?
Ju kisha fut taks n'ajr
Traffic LightI‘m telling a true story
Over there to the left at the traffick light
Someone commited a money heist
The amount close to a million
Don‘t be alarmed, cause the alarms didn’t work
A huge amount of yellow 200s, i call them minions (or: i call the minions)
Money‘s calling, I be on it, playing the part of Pian
Give me all the more money, cause I want to go to Miami
Ever since Paris and Priam we were mom‘s *******
We leave the Iliad aside, with the first step running in the Olympics
And everybody wants the billion, the Louis bag, the yacht on the water
On instagram we‘re all feeling great, cause we don’t display other feelings
I understand (the robber and why he commmitted a robbery)
And the moment he thought of his mother while putting on the mask
„Life is like a box of chocolates“, Forrest Gump said
Adrenalina in the air, La bombonera Buenos Aires
The team‘s 10, Maradonna, father‘s Ismet Munishi
The master of wordplay, we tell (the tambourine players to the tambourine)
I come from the side, when we feel each others worries
When the neighborhood boys make money, my heart ist fulfilled
Cans full of medication, the friend at peace for a long time now
With the neighborhood‘s (people) together like Wu Tang Staten Island
Rap legend I am, if only I‘d been born in Harlem
If I wasn‘t rapping, I‘d be managing Kanté
Credit Card full, don‘t laugh, cause it‘s to cry for, man
The beard James Harden, I get money also on Tuesday
We‘re musketeers, boys have become foreigners today, when until yesterday they were albanian
The power of word exceeds imagination
Give me the sword, here everbody has sins
The conceited *babe bathes in milk, big tub
The children of The SubSahara would like it, but they don‘t have anything to eat
I feel like Muhammed Ali, Rumble in the Jungle
On the long road getting wet from the rain, nobody opens an umbrella for you
Memories grow old, you don‘t even have food to serve dinner
That‘s why people don‘t give a damn, break into a bank at 2 o‘clock
The friend does everything for a Maseratti, to chase the dream
We‘re even like with Holland, smoking weed with moroccans
Now I get money also on Monday, hustling for work
You don‘t need money at all, when the flowers die
The world collapsing is the sight I see
And I just get high, watching time fly by
And this wound that is hurting me
Do you think the future is cursing me
I‘m not normal, because I don’t fit into the system
You really that high? I would put them tax on air
