[Tekst pesme/Song lyrics for "CC#NE4"]

[Intro]
(Is that you, Kela?)

[Strofa 1: Biba]
Ne-ne-nemoj da sereš o parama, jer parama kupićeš sanduk
Ne-ne-nemoj da sereš o ravama, jer tvoja daje mi glavu
Noga u Najku, duvan u travu, komad u spravu
Bolje batali jer lako ovde-
Dok blejiš na gajbi sa ribom, Biba na traci sa Rizzom
Znaš da sledi-
Znaš da sledi ubistvo, dupli Chivas i belo na desne
Smotam džoint pa pustim im pesme
U mraku ima nas deset, to je kô tvojih pedeset
Reperi gde ste?
Cepamo sranje kô kurve i kese
Cepamo sranjе kô kurve i kese
Znatе li čiji je mesec?
Nećeš preživeti, nije ti ovo western
Dok ste bili na času
Sa bandom sam 'vatao štraftu
Sa bandom sam učio hasl
Crni Cerak, crni Newcastle

[Prelaz: Biba]
Hladni kô pretres, mračni kô London
Ona ne zna za bonton (Ah)
Skida se pronto, igra sa karom kao sa loptom
Ovde sam doktor, Žarkovo Kompton
Ovde sam doktor, Žarkovo Kompton
Žarkovo Kompton, ovde sam doktor
[Strofa 2: Bandra]
Crni smo Cerak, sipamo otrove
Blicem u mraku snimamo drotove
Sa kurvom na gajbi snimamo spotove
Repere prašim kô botove, a pogledaj braću kô bogove
Ispod kapuljače furaju rogove
Za male pare kupićeš robove, posle zbog dugova salju u grobove
Svako ko kaže da probô je, taj laže zato što morô je
Sitna kinta za prolaz je, a naša vremena tek dolaze
Greška može da košta te, braći unutra pare su poslate
Brojke su porasle, ne-n-ne vidim ostale

[Strofa/Verse 3: Certi]
Run a man down in me rain coat in a station, gotta say no (Negative)
Splash mans chest for the words that he said and send him to God like "Hey, bro"
Won't stop till I see he's got a halo (Nah)
Then bounce from the scene, gotta lay low (Bounce)
He formal, he colour like a rainbow
What you sayin', bro?
You can get shaved up
If he gets seen on Elswick Road
I swear, he can't help this all, like ****
Got cheffed when I held this poke
[?] run with your helmet, bro
We got [?] in that Elvis
Swing that **** pelvis styll (Swing, swing, swing, swing)
Pissed, no you can't help him, slip and lacked, what have I taught him?
Plan goes wrong, I'm winging it
Swinging them shanks with brilliance
Me and Rizz like Ferb and Phineas
Don't talk about war, we're winnin' this
Spill this juice with Bruce like swimming
Bleach that shit, get rid of it, grab that dotts for that job, by fillin' it
See me with Chris, it's a sticky predicament
[Strofa/Verse 4: Rizz]
They can never say we actin' bad
All the top boys been touched by gang (Top boys)
We make juice start leaking out
Then I'm pickin' 'em off like Duck Duck Goose
Blood on my face, I was quite amazed
How good this blood got stuck on my shoes
Or that ramz got stuck in his arms (Ouch)
Pull up like you're, wah gwaan, got caught like mystery
Out of a farm I sneak up close with a sword in my palm
Sneak up like "Please, be quiet"
I'm really getting tired of all the screams
And we really got sons in the rap game
But the trap game made me and my team
[?] rollin' run for black blade in ya back
We're sniffin' out that green

[Outro]
(Is that you, Kela?)