Pride (Hrdost)
(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona, Eia)
You’ve just checked today news on internet
they fed you by pride, tables are full
let’s eat it all, mouth full of saliva
we are lusting for blood, DNA or fingerprints,
we have your photo, leaving in card index
and then you can be proud
then everything is all more consumable
suddenly you cannot stand muslims
however, because, maybe or probably
suddenly you cannot stand muslims
11th September – Absurdistan
Charlie bin Ladin is my name
my team have great reputation
cleaning all the evidences, before they appear
going in your head, appear and vanish
then all is fast, you became racist
now it’s all clear, all guilt on islam
for every problems caused by us
we put the guilt on others and stand strong for it
till we exhaust them, then we’ll find another victim
change their name, purpose will be same
if we don’t exhaust them, you cannot erase the stigma
people will remember, impact will be same
suddenly you cannot stand muslims
however, because, maybe or probably
suddenly you cannot stand muslims
11th September – Absurdistan
Charlie bin Ladin is my name
my team have great reputation
cleaning all the evidences, before they appear
going in your head, appear and vanish
religion is always separating people
and the one, who is reigns, is still governs
while the people are hassling about which god is right
repressive organs are forming in arrays
you would like to put all the people in one sack
but you just support the government
while you are sharing another shit on facebook
it’s all spreading like plague these news
fake stories stuffed by pride
urban legends, myths and rumors
datas and graphs, they are making fool of us
they just want to decoy
to spread the fear, which will help them
to cover the real problems, push it to the back
media machine will handle with the mobcorporations are lobbing, raising to the sky
all the medias are owned by some rich guys
Babiš, or Bakala, Křetinský and Tkáč (richest czech guys also in parliament)
they are making laws, in same time the waves of repulsions
trends in opinions, they are having us in shackles
they are sitting on two chairs, with strategic position
feeding us with baits, shitting in our wallets
to fill our mouths in this silent politics
and then they can do their business without borders
suddenly you cannot stand muslims
however, because, maybe or probably
suddenly you cannot stand muslims
11th September – Absurdistan
Charlie bin Ladin is my name
my team have great reputation
cleaning all the evidences, before they appear
going in your head, appear and vanish
religion is always separating people
and the one, who is reigns, is still governs
while the people are hassling about which god is right
repressive organs are forming in arrays
you would like to put all the people in one sack
but you just support the government
while you are sharing another shit on facebook
corporations are lobbing, raising to the sky
it’s all spreading like plague these news
fake stories stuffed by pride
urban legends, myths and rumors
datas and graphs, they are making fool of us
they just want to decoy
to spread the fear, which will help them
to cover the real problems, push it to the back
media machine will handle with the mob
Contract (Smlouva)
(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona, Eia)
I will enter the same river twice, standing half leg deep in mud,
I will never do the same mistake
same water veryfied by the past, same age counted on seconds
i will enjoy the same old story, tomorrow i’ll bury my yesterday memory
i will enjoy insecurity of security, I’ll give you all what you believe
with two years of guarantee
i’s so easy, just sign in with your blood
terms without care, benefits without limit
you’ll be richen by my lifelong service
my mighty power, same like calm belief
i’ll be there in bad time, same like in the good one
i’ll hold your hand, until you leave
strong and healthy, young and pretty
wise and influential, assured and tough
hammered to head to read the contract, sign, due and splash
you’re not getting it, why the flow is so strong, so I will
I will enter the same river twice, standing till the knees in mud,
I will never do the same mistake
same water veryfied by the past, same age counted on seconds
i will enjoy the same old story, tomorrow i’ll bury my yesterday memory
i will enjoy insecurity of security, I’ll give you all what you believe
with two years of guarantee
it’s not easy to sign everything
then due the neccesarities, to get the role
put oneself in one’s place to pretend the empathy
fight for the others, while i’m so poor too
to destroy all the evil, to establish well-being
to feed the hunger, to scare the fear
strong and healthy, young and pretty
wise and influential, assured and tough
hammerd to head to read, hear and do all the stuff i have to live
i’m not getting it why the flow is so strrong, so I will..
I will enter the same river twice, standing till the knees in mud,
I will never do the same mistake
same water veryfied by the past, same age counted on seconds
i will enjoy the same old story, tomorrow i’ll bury my yesterday memory
i will enjoy insecurity of security, I’ll give you all what you believe
with two years of guarantee
it’s so easy to sign everything
it’s not easy to sign in with your blood.
Oath (Přísaha)
(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona, Eia)
you’ve got stucked in infinite column of your dreams,
all the stories driven by drivers of your days
from line to line, changing like maniacs,
even with death in eyes they are not loosing spark of life
behind the dark glass they’re hiding their admiration
tough life or levity of being
black or white, both is saint
way more cheap, but inaccesible
instable and alluring on stockmarket,
hot stuff to order filled with censorship
never pleasured by someone, guarded by morality
in magnetic war, where poles are fundamental
war of worlds, war of brains, danced by waltz with threadbared shoes
with nice melodies, potent and sweet
like a flowers nectar is calling me to war
giving me weapons to arm, finger on trigger and showing
targets which are clear, unfortunately hiding the ones under eyepatch
in few layers some are sticking out, with no attention daringly rotting
so I’m still wasting ammo for civil targets, which holds the line with eyepatch
all under oath
tied by fidelity we are killing for our jihad, under pressure with no brother
tied by fidelity with gag in mouth, dryness in mouth, pool of sweat and blood.
I’m waiting till the handle will move, doors will open and you’ll come into the room
showing piece of you
you’ll replace the gag, untie the ropes and catalyst all the truths
then poisoned smoke will come from the window
black like consciousness or your thoughts
then you’ll sit on my place, I’ll help you with the ropes
and you’ll wait till they free you up.
Lampedusa feat. Lena Stöhrfaktor
(text&rap: Kolona, Lena Stöhrfaktor; beat: Bongokat aka Afarastafa)
There’s a big bomb fallen on our village, it’s necessary to pack everything and run away from here,
unfortunately there’s nothing left in here – let’s go over the sea to reach Europe, the instant society,
cut the lies in a half, crack the rod, pin on pale, leave it for voltures,
became a product like the cheapest whore, commit oneself to the world on our back.
The one who is at the bottom cannot go even deeper,
the one who exploit others have infinite possibilities how to fuck with others,
suck their life and then sweep with them, steal their dignity.
Capitalism which have no mercy,
capitalism like a mass murder.
They warn the boat is full and we are too poor, in the meantime boats are sinking in Lampedusa
they don’t want refugees, they want visitors with creditcards going shopping on the Kudamm.
People swallowed by fortress Europe – from prison to prison hide their lives
burning out all the bridges till dust – they blow the dust to your face and you’ll just work
living wage – wage floor – serving to the middle class like their whore
for you they are just inadaptable refugees who steal workspaces,
but there are circumstances which you cannot even realise
life stories sad more than whatever
they threw away everything for better life vision, with nothing in their hands
we are living our satisfied middle class life with no water in our shoes while they’re drowning
on ruined boat floating from Syria, by crappy car from Turkey or Ukraine,
by train from Mongolia or China, in overdosed containers they are perishing like rats
if they survive, they became slaves, in factories for dreams from morning till night
without any social life like company flunkies – living in lodgings without any intimacy,
they are coming from places where’s something wrong, Europe looks like peacable kingdom,
but european funds are just big washing machine for money
and our dreams are just currencies without any value.
The yuppie barkeeper had the idea the closer his bar is to the scene,
the more he owns and he builts up his fancy bar, expensive but cheaper then somewhere else
in Kreuzberg where the last generation fought on the streets against systém and law
this interesting story is good for his sales, he’s telling these stories to the tourists
now in front of the chimney
there are supporters from the refugees occupied school coming in and ask for a toilet
and he says no, cause he thinks that his toilet will get dirty
he’s just one example of many who don’t want to be a supporter
he’s not thinking it’s stupid, why should he give something and the same thinks the guy next door
here a people living in asylum homes with deportation papers to get them out there
there are cops who are beating, politicians who decide and most of them shit on human dignity
freedom of press is ignored, journalists should stay at the desk
some of them are writing that the solidarity is not necessary
there’s a big bunch of people who stay quiet and people who think it’s not enough for everyone
there are some who fight and show solidarity and everyone could do something,
there are a lot of opportunities
and I also could do more – I would rather die on a bad mind than on on no mind
They warn the boat is full and we are too poor, in the meantime boats are sinking in Lampedusa
they don’t want refugees, they want visitors with creditcards going shopping on the Kudamm.