Dolazi sindikat
Sedimo za stolom, u shtabu sindikata,
zakljuchana vrata, brat do brata, tri sata,
kujemo plan nasheg sledeceg napada,
kada sindikalna dogma gradom pochece da vlada,
na nashem institutu stoji zakon u statutu,
uvek ostani na putu, nikad ne menjaj marshutu,
kao voda, kao vatra, kao vazduh, kao zemlja
stavljamo kamen kao simbol ovog temelja,
imperije znanja koje smo tokom obuchavanja stekli
da bi se proteklih godina povezali kao chestice u atom,
sachinili bratstvo koje smo nazvali - sindikatom!
I dok na dokove nam pristizu kontigenti mesa,
da umirimo narod, da ne umre od stresa,
jer puno je mrznje, i puno je besa,
zato i deca treba da zapamte da sindikalne falange,
metafora snage, oformice armiju i nestace ljage,
jer kao svaki sindikalac, ja se borim da minimalac
preraste u bogatstvo, zato furam sa bratstvom,
kao Jurij kroz kosmos predstavljamo osnovu kao prozoru Dos,
i nikad ne palimo u boks vec kao Sena,
jurimo ka cilju, brzi i od trena,
kod nas cesh naci rima ko u Shpaniji sela,
zato cela vasiona sada slavi ovo ime,
i na prekom sudu sindikat pominju kao primer
da samo je jedan smer postojao ikad,
postoji i danas, zove se - sindikat!
Ne zaboravi nikad, ko je ovde prvi pljuvo,
i kad mene budesh chuo, ti pretvori se u uvo,
jer svuda je suvo, na celoj sceni susha,
zato domaci hip hop malo ko slusha.
Beogradski sindikat - u pustinji oaza,
shto u moru mrtvih fraza chvrsto stoji kao baza,
nasha faza je razvitak, nashe rechi su napitak,
beogradski sindikat! Ma mi smo siguran zgoditak!
Neosvojiv kao nekad Minosov Knosos,
specijalitet kao losos, nama mali je i kosmos,
stoga smo se spustili, u borbu se upustili,
dok nije bilo nas... ma nishta niste ni propustili,
a sad ste se opustili, shvatili sushtinu
da prepoznate MC-ja kada izadje na binu,
da ga pozdravite buchno kada kida disciplinu,
i da ocenite struchno ovu sindikalnu rimu,
jer na vatri i dimu, mi smo kalili veshtinu,
sindikat kao nikad krece sam u ofanzivu!
...sada jachi nego ikad, kao stihija smo doshli,
za borbu smo oshtri, jer smo mnogo toga proshli,
jer putanja znanja je puna trnja puna granja,
mikrofon ko skiptar svaku prepreku sklanja,
a sada evo otvaramo regrutni centar,
novu granu udruzenja, mocnu kao spektar,
i ko vetar svaki metar u etar poruka stize,
sindikat sve je blize, i na oruzje se dize,
i dok ratnika boje na obrazima stoje,
svima bice jasno da doshli smo po svoje,
svima bice jasno na sceni sada ko je
jeci nego ikad... sindikat!
Ovde MC je subjekat, a 'kida' predikat,
i mikrofon mi ne predajemo nikad,
mi smo La Klika, velika ekipa,
mi zajedno k'o Voltron formiramo lika,
velichanstvena slika iz dima vojnika,
kome iza ledja sunce zalazece
njemu nasha rec je mach od chelika
misli znanjem britka uglachana znanjem
sada blista hip-hop vatre on je iskra
i um sada borbena je pista,
jer mi smo k'o trista hrabrih Spartanaca ,
u borbi protiv Persijanaca,
u odbrani scene kao Termopilskih klanaca,
svaki od nas poput Indijanaca
drevnih znanja znalaca,
a u svojoj zemlji stranaca,
stani! Pa mi smo zbog toga proterani,
ko prvi Hrishcani, i ostavljeni sami bez pomoci u odbrani,
al' na sceni smo ponovo da je branimo
mikrofon u ruci i vicemo 'Dzeronimo!'
iz dima sad opet je poniko general vojnika,
jachi nego ikad njegov nadimak - sindikat!
The Syndicate is Coming
We sit at the table, in the syndicate headquarters,
locked doors, brother to brother, three hours,
we forge the plan of our next attack,
when the syndical dogma will begin to rule the city,
on our institute stands the law in the statute,
always stay on the path, never change the route,
like water, like fire, like air, like earth
we place a stone as a symbol of this foundation,
empire of knowledge that we acquired during training
so that in the past years we connected like particles in an atom,
we formed a brotherhood that we called - the syndicate!
And while shipments of meat arrive at our docks,
to calm the people, so they don't die of stress,
because there is a lot of hatred, and a lot of anger,
that's why even children should remember that syndical phalanxes,
metaphor of strength, will form an army and the stains will disappear,
because like every syndicalist, I fight for the minimum wage
to turn into wealth, that's why I roll with brotherhood,
like Yuri through space we represent the foundation as the window to Dos,
and we never burn out in the box but like Senna,
we race towards the goal, faster than a moment,
with us you'll find rhymes like in Spanish villages,
that's why the whole universe now celebrates this name,
and in the highest court they mention the syndicate as an example
that only one direction has ever existed,
exists today, it's called - the syndicate!
Never forget who spat first here,
and when you hear me, turn into an ear,
because it's dry everywhere, on the whole scene it's dry,
that's why few people listen to domestic hip hop.
Belgrade syndicate - an oasis in the desert,
firmly standing as a base amidst a sea of dead phrases,
our phase is development, our words are a potion,
Belgrade syndicate! We are a sure hit!
Unconquerable like Minos' Knossos of old,
a specialty like salmon, to us the cosmos is small,
so we descended, we engaged in battle,
until we were here... you didn't miss anything,
but now you've relaxed, understood the essence
to recognize the MC when he steps on stage,
to cheer loudly when he breaks the discipline,
and to expertly evaluate this syndical rhyme,
because in fire and smoke, we forged the skill,
syndicate like never before now moves alone in the offensive!
...now stronger than ever, like an elemental force we've come,
we are sharp for the fight, because we've been through a lot,
because the path of knowledge is full of thorns and branches,
the microphone like a scepter clears every obstacle,
and now we're opening a recruitment center,
a new branch of the association, powerful as a spectrum,
like the wind every meter sends a message into the ether,
the syndicate is getting closer, and rises to arms,
and while warriors wear colors on their faces,
it will be clear to everyone that we've come for what's ours,
it will be clear to everyone on the scene now who
echoes louder than ever... the syndicate!
Here the MC is the subject, and 'kills' the predicate,
and we never give up the microphone,
we are La Klika, a big team,
together like Voltron we form the figure,
a magnificent image from the smoke of soldiers,
with the sun setting behind his back
to him our word is a sword of steel
thought sharp with knowledge polished with knowledge
now the spark of hip-hop fires, he is a spark
and the mind is now a combat runway,
because we are like three hundred brave Spartans,
in the fight against the Persians,
in defense of the scene like the Thermopylae butchers,
each of us like Indians
ancient knowledge connoisseurs,
and in our own land strangers,
stop! So we were banished because of that,
like the first Christians, and left alone without help in defense,
but on the scene we are back to defend it
microphone in hand and we'll shout 'Geronimo!'
from the smoke now the general of soldiers has risen again,
stronger than ever his nickname - the syndicate!