Reperi Shqipëtar Martin Malota “MOLA1” pas një pauze të gjatë, ka publikuar projektin e ri “KNOCK KNOCK”
[Breaking Bad Intro]
Skyler White: If you are in danger we go to the police…
Walter White: Oh, no. I don’t want to hear about the police!
Skyler White: I do not say that lightly, but if it’s either that or you getting shot…
Walter White: Who are you talking to right now? I am not in danger. I am the danger! A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!
You keep the grass cut so you could see the snakes?
That’s too much energy to spend it on the fakes.
I’m not trying to build a garden, I’m defiant, and I’m trying
to build a jungle, let there be snakes. I’m a motherfuckin Lion!
I’m a tyrant, a 2010 Kobe Bryant with the series tied.
This is the passion of the Christ rising from which he died.
I’m on some strictly I…for 365.
Driving through the lane, And 1 bitch! Now, give me five.
All of a sudden I got a hundred fifty cousins,
But none when it was just Katrina, Tereza, me and my mother.
I sound selfish but it’s just cause of the fact
You gotta strap on your own oxygen mask, before assisting others.
This is the Big Bopper flying over Iowa.
This’ll be the day the music dies like La Bamba.
My moniker’s the Phantom of the Commoners, not popular,
But poppin up, feel free to axe me if you wanna chop it up.
Knock Knock! Who’s there? Your worst nightmare.
I’m all your fears wrapped up and I’m here.
I’m the people waiting under the stairs,
The last voice you’ll hear. I came by just to wipe your tears.
Knock Knock! Who’s there? This verse right here.
I declare war now on all of you squares.
This is my circle. I came by to hurt your feelings.
Stop screaming. No one hears you and nobody cares.
How does it feel now that the tables have turned?
This is the point of no return. I’m watching Gabriel burn.
I fan the flames with the attaché.
Let’s end this masquerade. I ball so hard that I ain’t waiting on the cash to play.
That’s the way that love goes like a thug rose
up from the concrete with black Timbs and a snub nose.
Pistol whip punks trying to rap with smart rhymes.
It’s pistol grip pump on my lap at all times!
Slide the volume past 10 and to 11.
Spinal Tap a rapper, Can’t Stop it After 7.
Guns and roses, knocking, let em in to heaven.
Kansas City shuffle on em, Lucky Number Slevin.
Dead in the middle of killing everything lyrically,
Literally, listen to the industry, you’re fuckin’ kidding me.
Seriously? Today’s a good day to Die Hard.
When they reminisce over you, my God.
Just acknowledge that I’m polished and I’ll demolish for dollars.
Count me in like I’m reaching for the cash in my wallet.
Slapping your fathers for not strapping up. Your rhymes didn’t rap enough.
Your raps don’t rhyme in comparison to mine.
It’s embarrassing to whine. Sauvignon Blanc, my confidant.
Blam Blam! I Yves through in Saint Laurents on top of ya.
Take the chopper up and land it on your Optima.
Stop and hop out like I’m here now, what’s poppin bruh?
The outcome is always looking for income.
Albanians pull their wallets out like guns when the bill comes.
Knowledge and wisdom. Understanding is played out,
If you ain’t picking up what I’ve laid out.
Straight out of rehab and still dope.
Slide on a ski mask and steel toes. It’s odd to see the Iliad in this quote,
But I’m on a boat, in the home where Homer roamed.
I’ll never be a simp, son of a boss, Calogero.
A Bronx Tale of II Cities, I’m Ismail
Morina on the roof in Belgrade where the flag sailed.
They’ll to nail me to the cross, of course,
So, in short, you’re either with us, or just lock your doors. We’re at war.
[Breaking Bad Outro]
Walter White: If you don’t know… who I am, then maybe your best course… would be to tread lightly.