Hiljson Mandela - 1992 | Shot by Chusta (Still D.R.E. Remix)

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Jako lepa pesma koja opisuje ljubav dvoje mlad... a ne ček, ovo nije Padaju Padaju

disuspotovi

volio netko hiljeta ili ne, mora se priznati da je jako talentiran i da ima puno potencijala

matej

Na ovakvim beatovima hilje pokazuje svoj puni potencijal. Hilje i dreovi beatovi su najjaca kombinacija. Mislim da ovo dokazuje da hilje doista spada medju najbolje repere ovih prostora.

TheFightmaster

Ja sam iz Zagreba i tu poceo od nule!!!

anell

Solidan vers za ovakav unikat od beata

karlobrnjac

Ovo je vec svjetski..cudo koji Hilje flow ima.

zoilo

Neke čuva sveti Duh, a neke Berreta.
HILJSON MANDELA!

baban

hilje x mile nagrada za handshake godine

andro

I took the liberty to translate the lyrics for anyone interested.
As it's not possible to translate everything word-for-word and still have the rhyme flow,
I had to take some creative liberty to relay the message.
There are references to Zagreb city streets, neighborhoods, and anti-police statements.

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Hiljson Mandela - 1992
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[Intro]
1-9-9-2, still 'Hiljs', Metropolis
What Wazzup, ha ha

[Chorus]
I'm from Zagreb, this is where I started from zero
And everyone now knows me as a hero
I was a wise kid but skunk burned my lid
Come now every 'hood, let's all torch the city together
*igs won't be able to take us down, 1-3-1-2 forever
No sh*t but a weeklong of party flock
We got some, come baby be my rock
Crystals are here in the glass, our people have the brass
Party's on, it can't stop today, to us it's a holiday every day

[Verse 1]
It's not a tale about the hood, it's a city tale
For a city that I love, for which I'd exhale
Just pulled out of girls deep end when off the playground train I descend
If you're looking for Hiljson he can be found
Between 'Selska Road' I'm around
And on 'Savska', former 'Ljubljana Avenue', I clown
On west side train tracks we sit, here the spliffs are lit
We've got a few screws loose, blue lights are forming a noose
Here you say 'Wazzup'
After ten drinks, the story is exaggerated me thinks
That crazy hos' mouth is fit for a blow
What about we find a place to hide, away from cafes we'll 'ride'
I'll use the loo for a line it two
We're all gonna die from blow, god helps us all on row
I'll represent Zagreb until I drop, a city in which I was sown as crop, yeah
1-9-9-2 some are protected by Holy Spirit in the sun and others by Beretta gun

[Chorus]
I'm from Zagreb, this is where I started from zero
And everyone now knows me as a hero
I was a wise kid but skunk burned my lid
Come now every 'hood, let's all torch the city together
*igs won't be able to take us down, 1-3-1-2 forever
No sh*t but a weeklong of party flock
We got some, come baby be my rock
Crystals are here in the glass, our people have the brass
Party's on, it can't stop today, to us it's a holiday every day

[Verse 2]
A child of 'Treshnyevka' hood, I grew up by my mothers tears best as I could
It's where you run into a *ig that turns your pockets inside, and next
You get busted and sent to court like a text
It's dumb going after the kids, who are just caught in between
While bums, dopeheads, chums, speedheads come out clean
Knives, knuckles, guns, tasers are seen
I f**king had enough, love is all I need
I feel trapped inside, locked nowhere to hide
This dope is weak, it made happiness bleak
My potential was unfulfilled, but in keeping my mouth shut I'm skilled
On the street, a hit in the head will make you see the light
On the street, take care you're not being set up on sight
On the street, walls have ears alright
And if you're looking for me you can find me on 'Shnyevka' you see

[End]
'Treshnyevka', Zagreb, Metropolis...

fpoba

Hilje, ne treba tebi auto tune... btw, kod Stoleta u Rimi si razvalio, respect!

MayaZgCro

"Dok ne padnem reprezentam Zagreb u kojem sam rođen!" - Respect!

Bojan

legenda snimi ovo u 2 dana, a mandela effect cekamo 3 god

stelek

Koliko dobrih stvari je izaslo iz zg-a zadnjih dana

dominik

Metropolaaa.... Mnogo jaka stvar.... Verujem da ce se dugo dugo slusati.... Pozzz Hiljs..

bokibokac

[Tekst pjesme "1992"]

[Uvod]
1992, still Hiljs, Metropola
Kaj kaje, ha - ha

[Refren]
Ja sam iz Zagreba i tu počeo od nule sam
A svako zna me sad
Pametan sam bio klinjo, ali me spržio skank
Ajmo sad iz svakog kvarta svi skupa baklje u zrak
Neće nas moć' srušiti rija, 1312
Tjedan dana ružiona, nema sranja
Kupimo ga, lijepa mala budi moja
Kristali tu su u čaši, naši ljudi su ti najjači
Party traje, ne može stati, svaki dan nama je praznik

[Strofa 1]
Nije kvart priča, to je grad priča
Za grad kojeg imam rad, to je ta priča
Upravo izjebo malu, sišo s vlakića
Ako tražiš Hiljsona možeš naći ga
Znači između Selske ceste
Isto tako Savske, bivše Ljubljanske avenije
Pruge sa zapadne strane, ovdje tu pljuge se pale
Daske u glavi nam fale, plave rotacije sjaje
Ovdje tu kaže se: "Kaje"
Poslije deset pića, preuveličana priča
Ona opičena pička, usta baš kao za vićgla (Mua)
Mogli bi negdje otić' sad, pun mi je kurac kafića
Ić ću u WC-e na mić
Svi ćemo umrijet od droge, neka nam Bog pomogne
Dok ne padnem, reprezentam Zagreb u kojem sam rođen, yeah
1992, neke čuva Sveti Duh, a neke beretta

[Refren]
Ja sam iz Zagreba i tu počeo od nule sam
A svako zna me sad
Pametan sam bio klinjo, ali me spržio skank
Ajmo sad iz svakog kvarta svi skupa baklje u zrak
Neće nas moć' srušiti rija, 1312
Tjedan dana ružiona, nema sranja
Kupimo ga, lijepa mala budi moja
Kristali tu su u čaši, naši ljudi su ti najjači
Party traje, ne može stati, svaki dan nama je praznik

[Strofa 2]
Dijete s Trešnjevke, odrast'o uz suze majke nesretne
Presretnu svinju kad nanjuše gudru, dok te presretne, pretrese sve Pa na sud pošalje te k'o SMS
Bezveze je kaj love klince, to su spike kretenske
Klošari, doperi, propali, zoberi
Noževi, bokseri, utoke, elektrošokeri
Pun mi je kurac, meni samo treba ljubav
Ova koža mi je uska, ja sam zatvoren iznutra
Ova gudra ne lupa, od sreće postala je tuga
Ostao sam nedorečen, al' kažu da šuti mudrac
Udarac u glavu te osvijesti na cesti
Pazi da ti neko tu ne smjesti na cesti
Zidovi sve čuju, skrati jezik na cesti
A ako mene traziš mo'š me sresti na 'Šnjevki

[Završetak]
Trešnjevka, Zagreb, Metropola (Metropola)

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