[Hook: Super ED]
They're talking smack about us, but with half a mouth, SSSS
The problem's are first grade, we're grade A1
SB is silent and SB does it
Satra never leaves, Satra returns

[Bridge: Super ED]
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra…

[Verse 1: Killa Fonic]
Ramses, 89 Junior, Crime Blade
I fuck up cops on the street, BRRRP, with a smooth barrel
The police won't catch us, crow
Thug, I demolish gangsters that think they're tough 'cause they're under
Beer drinking alcoholics, the poverty, the envy grinds them
I stock in the account and in the account there are money buried in the cellar
I only fuck with Lucian Blaga, get the fuck outta here
You don't kick it how much I kick it from the soul on the beat, motherfucker
The money are thick, fuck accounts
I bury 'em, I stuff 'em in socks
I run from the cops, I don't do sports
Fuck that, I won't go to the psych ward
I don't ride a Mercedes, but I don't hold 8 balls at the gums no more
I harshly bury any template, the cross I don't worship no more
You're a fag 'cause you yap your beak
And no, you won't get away, no
You're bad-bad on the pen
But you're dumb-dumb, you don't make coco
I'm G O D, O.G., Benzito, amigo
No manelito, this is Satra hit radio

[Verse 2: NOSFE]
I come in, I make ravages, the club jumps, you know who I am
Fuckin' motherfucker, I drop you to the ground
These dudes are ready to do anything to mention Satra's name…
Motherfuckers
To create something important, you have to be important
Not to gossip 'bout my vibe, when yours is imported too
Not to wish for my vibe, stayin' down like those from the state
Not to steal my vibe, if you're not good on trap
The Benz, The Benz, The Benz, The Benz, The Benz, The Benz, The Benz
The best at what its doing, makes songs and doesn't linger
The rappers in the grave return, exactly when Satra returns
Gives them no peace, summertime Satra sits and bakes
Bakes, bakes, bakes, bakes, bakes, bakes, bakes
When I'm doing what I'm doing, what are they doing? No one keeps silent no more
And I don't make 'em stop, that's why they don't like it
Nosfe is the opposite of the complacent

[Hook: Super ED]
They're talking smack about us, but with half a mouth, SSSS
The problem's are first grade, we're grade A1
SB is silent and SB does it
Satra never leaves, Satra returns

[Bridge: Super ED]
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z., B.E.N.Z
It's Satra…

[Verse 3: Super ED]
My name is Guță and I'm hahahaaah…
My name is Guță and I'm Divine
I sip some water and I walk on wine
You leave, byeeeee, instead, the pussy comes
I give 'em Golden Slaps on the assholes for a movie like this
I put the Golden Buck in the deer's Ruby Beak
No jerking off, I'm like Labiş, tongue deep in the deer
'Cause she dying 'cause I'm eating her and I cry
I'm eating!
Cracker, look, in a day walking slow
I said with these crows "let's make Satra B.E.N.Z."
And we dropped that kind of album with immense succes
And we felt a happiness big as a Universe
And look we're not stopping 'cause we're gold diggers
And O.$.O.D. 2 is something of a big Progress
Guță from Progresului Number One
Returns continously like Jordan sneakers

[Verse 4: Keed]
Satra which force-turned the wheel returned
Caesar level when he was doggystylin' Cleopatra
The syntagma, the pentagon
Since we appeared, it seems like we're settin' the tone:
For clothes, for swag, and sukar hairstyles
Scandal songs, manele, consolation songs
Those that have respect for everyone
Even for the haters, eat my dick
You know what's the catch? That Satra fans catched it
When you only laughed like a dumbass all the time
You thought we weren't givin' them love, but hate?
Suck my dick with shit, we love everyone
On a foot of Heaven, Satrarii which hustle on the Wash Down
Are beating you at everything like they do to horse stealers 'til you drink from a straw
'Cause who loves us screams: "Fuck Şatra"
And who hates us also screams: "Fuck Şatra"

[Outro: Keed]
I don't know what the fuck 'cause I don't really have room