Dolazi sindikat

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!