basement (υπόγα) - negros tou moria (grc) lyrics
[intro/bridge: negros tou moria]
they beat up man, they beat up man down in the bas*m*nt
(like that, like that x2)
they bruck his body, cracked his legs there on location
(let the coals burn)
he’d gone an’ smoked up, gone an’ smoked up all their fragrance
(this is greek rap, fam)
(zoulou!) they had the yats, bare corn and gats, no speculations
(aïda!)
[chorus: negros tou moria]
they beat up man, they beat up man down in the bas*m*nt (wo)
they bruck his body, cracked his legs there on location, (ála)
he’d gone an’ smoked up, gone an’ smoked up all their fragrance, (aïda)
they had the yats, bare corn and gats, no speculations. (ópa)
[verse 1: hatemost]
‘god doom’
in the bas*m*nt, a ‘dark mood’
jakes huntin’ for this dude
pimps in the chat, yeah they’re en route
down the socks we got tha*food
in the sky issa ‘black moon’
the bruddas be smokin’ and writin’ tunes
babygirl i’m a ‘fly goon’
come on and dance on me
the murder went down, the hood woke up, bare pigs on the scene, (with the snubnose)
yutes only gettin’ started, ain’t got no masters, clash with a zinedine, (da*da da*da da*daaa)
rap sheet grimy, best dash or they’ll find me, best dip or be seen
(no*no no*no no*nooo)
demons on my tail, after the carnage, but it wasn’t just me…
(yeah*yeah, yeaaah)
[chorus: negros tou moria]
they beat up man, they beat up man down in the bas*m*nt (wo)
they bruck his body, cracked his legs there on location, (ála)
he’d gone an’ smoked up, gone an’ smoked up all their fragrance, (aïda)
they had the yats, bare corn and gats, no speculations. (ópa)
[verse 2: negros tou moria]
kourkoúti
kefáli
doumáni
the aláni
bekiáris
aslánis
he buns it
and gets lit
livin’ on sly or in slammer, (hmm)
he’s countin’ the days and the mins, (ála)
man’s got his bird on his mind lol she don’t mind who the f*ck’s/ makin’ her twins
maharajas caught up in bare fracas
albanians be moving bare weight in the wrappers
but when some f*ckery’s ’bout ready to happen
fam, keep your best eye on your backers
christ beg you, come down to the world, to the bas*m*nt
you know that the pagans be sinning again
men with h*rns scrawlln’ out scars for the clout but
no doubt, scat quick at the cut of the skengs. (pa*pa*pá!)
[chorus: negros tou moria]
they beat up man, they beat up man down in the bas*m*nt (wo)
they bruck his body, cracked his legs there on location, (ála)
he’d gone an’ smoked up, gone an’ smoked up all their fragrance, (aïda)
they had the yats, bare corn and gats, no speculations. (ópa)
[instrumental outro]
(with the snubnose)
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