@Ivan018 11 August 2021 more from that month

I have the need and obligation to present you an extremely talented young man from my city of Nis, Serbia. Also a participant in Nishville. Infamous I. R. S. is his name. It's about rap music. Of course, visiting his concert is nirvana for me. In the further comment, I will publish one of his sessions with the text in Serbian and English. Every sentence of his is worthy of attention. The text thrilled me. Imam potrebu i obavezu da vam predstavim jednog izuzetno talentovanog mladića iz mog grada Niš,Srbija. Takođe učesnika Nišvila. Infamous I. R. S. je njegovo ime. U pitanju je rep muzika. Naravno, poseta njegovom koncertu je za mene nirvana. U daljem komentaru ću objaviti jedan njegov sešn sa tekstom na Srpskom i Engleskom jeziku. Svaka njegova rečenica je vredna pažnje. Tekst me je oduševio. https://youtu.be/e4zsj77RNuY when you run away from trouble he intercepts you in the dark in my town kids eat nails ( ecstasy, sleng ) on a shake to the creature and topaja ( mental hospital, sleng ) because of the vine and the home everyone loves it when they drive and hates it when it stops this music gives me a couple of screams from the crowd but the impression that he is taking it from my cash register kills me it is known that I always helped every brother who fell because I knew how much I could be there tomorrow brao ( pick, sleng ) knowledge like cotton we are camuge with attitude you're a clown peacock I don't know what the fuck you're making thoughts cannot and will not stop for my brother in Chicago and another in Durlan the gates of hell are of glass as if I were looking into a shop window the desire has faded from the debacle but we are still waiting for the outcome the story of the rest is lukewarm would not write such shit but I don't push my elbow under, you know I'm not like that inhale all the shit hip hop is my temple of knowledge I started tearing up the days when I heard Puck and Pan it hurts kara (penis, sleng) what will be missing I am a fountain of phrases dgra ( the town, sleng ) sleeps burning device images I create in the fog the medal goes to us ikebana lotus grown up in shit deformed relationships maybe I could have been better probably not that I believed everything in your will consumerism is a religion, you are all very pious the purchased relic makes no one special who is the winner here I will repeat a hundred times they are certainly not mouthpieces full of currencies money artificial happiness gudra artificial love low-frequency essences of white blues I'm not trying to push Sisyphus waiting for retirement on the top of the hill on a stone I carve an epitaph on the sand I follow the darkness I still roam the streets with the muds on the line through life I fly alone still lazy and young obsessed like Leningrad I would rather eat myself than hand over the city to you kad bezis od problema on te presretne u mraku u mome gradu klinci jedu eksere na shaku do tvorze i topaje zbog loze i domaje svi se vole kad se voze a mrze kada staje ova muzike mi daje par urlika iz mase al me ubija utisak da mi uzima iz kase zna se uvek sam pomago svakom bratu sto je pao jer sam znao da koliko sutra mogu biti tamo brao znanje kao pamuk mi smo camuge sa stavom ti si klaun paun ne -znam koj kurac dizes larmu misli ne mogu i nece da stanu za mog brata u Čikagu i drugog u Durlanu vrata pakla su od stakla ko da gledam u izlog zelja se makla od debakla al jos cekamo ishod prica ostatka je mlaka ne bi takva sranja piso al ne guram lakat ispod,znas da nisam takav udiso sva sranja hip hop je moj hram znanja poco sam da kidam dana kad sam cuo Paka i Pana boli me kara sta ce biti manjana ja sam fontana sintagmi dgra spava gori sprava slike stvaram u magli medalja ide nama ikebana lotosa poraslih u govnima deformisanih odnosa mozda sam mogo da budem bolji verovatno ne da sam vasoj volji verovao sve konzumerizam je religija, svi ste jako pobozni kupljena relikvija nikog ne cini posebnim ko je ovde pobednik ponovicu sto puta sigurno nisu klosari usta punih valuta pare vestacka sreca gudra vestacka ljubav niskih frekvencija esencija belackog bluza nisam presto da guram sizifa ceka penzija na vrhu brda na kamenu sebi klesem epitaf peske sledim mrak jos se ulicam vrtim sa mudima na crti kroz zivot letim sam jos uvek lenj i mlad opsednut ko lenjingrad pre cu pojesti sebe sam nego da vam predam grad