Fiky&Jam and bazi - Minimum by Dr.Proton

/Intro Minimum of high and a minimum of weed

[Chorus] Minimum of high and a minimum of weed, and a

Minimum of feelings is all I can see, and a

Minimum of girls trip and minimum of fight

Jambazi's living on the minimum of life, come on!

Minimum of high and a minimum of weed, and a

Minimum of feelings is all I can see

Minimum of girls trip and minimum of fight

Jambazi's living on the minimum of life, come on!

[Verse 1] I'll take the minimum, man, I'll lure the moms, I'll lure the minimum of intelligence.

To the men, to the phenomena, the wall would be a fan to the men.

With Papalam's name, apparently, the minimum even comes to the mind of the blue one.

No need for the moo, they said to whom, no need for the minimum... Fike!

Fike is not for the minimum, Papalam is not for the minimum, fake is for the minimum.

We're not for the minimum, the roof is tearing apart not for the minimum, bass is not for the minimum.

You saw me, highlight me, you forced me, yes, we gave it to you.

The beat isn't at the minimum, the bass isn't at the minimum, we don't need the minimums.

No need for the past, madam, I won't give it to you at home, I'll give it to you right away with condoms.

The topic is covered up, and the prostitute is tangled up — here she is.

Give us the show, give it, give us the beat.

Give it an appearance, finish me off while I'm not dead.

Torment me, drive me crazy, take it away, take it down to the minimum.

There's no foam in the glass, why did they bother me, they didn't hire me.

They nagged me, they poured me drinks, I'm not to blame, I'm in the money.

They would have driven us, we would have given it to them, either they would have stirred up the shares, or they would have fucked off somewhere.

It's not at the minimum, it's all at the minimum, but we don't need anything less than the minimum!

[Chorus] Minimum of high and a minimum of weed, and a

Minimum of feelings is all I can see, and a

Minimum of girls trip and minimum of fight

Jambazi's living on the minimum of life, come on!

Minimum of high and a minimum of weed, and a

Minimum of feelings is all I can see

Minimum of girls trip and minimum of fight

Jambazi's living on the minimum of life, come on!

[Verse 2] Aya see me now calling'ah bowling'ah hustle and rolling'ah

Stoling'ah, falling'ah pulling'ah, I lose control and

Never see me down, worry up and look around

My original sound, number one on the ragga ground

On ragga stage I'm turning up the page

You'll never see me fall 'cause it's my only rage, hey

We are the kings on the first place sitting

And the all that we've got is the all that we bring

[Verse 3] They say alcohol isn't at the minimum; they say drugs aren't at the minimum.

They say this isn't at the minimum, that isn't at the minimum, "what" isn't at the minimum.

But I'm grinding not at the minimum, and I'm drinking not at the minimum either.

I'm not lying, I'm high, I'm smoking, I'm breaking the rules not at the minimum!

Your stuff isn't at the minimum, again this minimum, no, not at the minimum.

I'm moving up not at the minimum, steps (tattoos) not at the minimum.

I'm moving up, not at the minimum, dance, dance, not at the minimum.

Every day not at the minimum, (broken too, but whatever) minimum‑minimum.

Neither you nor us — not at the minimum! Here, half, not at the minimum.

I'll give you sound, not at the minimum! Sit on the sofa, not at the minimum.

Take a gram, not at the minimum, and a nice crank, not at the minimum.

Dope, smoke, not at the minimum! Why do we need it not at the minimum?

Stick not to the minimum, accept not to the minimum, thoughts to the minimum

Here the bass is not at a minimum, a couple of planks, a papalan, a drum is not at a minimum

I will get it up, we will get it up,

[Verse 4] Speed in my veins, maniac, never slowin' down

Cracked concrete under foot, stompin' through the town

Vision sharp, red eyes, wired like the metal mesh

I was never built for peace, I’m bred for the crash

Talkin' minimum, but I’m hackin' into maximum mode

See the pressure on my chest, never cracks, it explodes

Friction on my teeth, grind 'em down with my growl

I never sleep, I never blink, stormin' up with a howl

Chainlink scars, every punch, yeah, I'm breakin' through

Shadow in the gutter, venom runnin', nothing new

I keep it raw—triple sixes on a dashboard ride

Sirens in my mouth, spitin’ bullets wild-eyed

Minimum of law, but the anger is infinite

And my fists spit facts, I won’t ever counterfeit

I’m a scream in the static, a scar on the sky

Bare-knuckled truth and I’m ready to die

[Chorus] Minimum of high and a minimum of weed, and a

Minimum of feelings is all I can see, and a

Minimum of girls trip and minimum of fight

Jambazi's living on the minimum of life, come on!

Minimum of high and a minimum of weed, and a

Minimum of feelings is all I can see

Minimum of girls trip and minimum of fight

Jambazi's living on the minimum of life, come on!