Lyrics of Veda

How can there be so many fake hipA in this society

Don't you think you're fake

Walking on the road is still so arrogant

You're constantly spoiling hipA

Do you all know graffiti, rap, hip hop, DJ

I don't know anything and I play underground

Go and look in the mirror at the face of your door

The non mainstream style still wears hipA to cheat people

Standing there makes people look at you more

It's out of date. You think it's new

Standing on the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth

Clothes are more professional than real hipA

It's all the time, all the time

No one has temperament, all are ruffians

Swearing is your quality

Maybe that's the quality of your hypocrisy

Now let's play the accompaniment

Do you still want to fight with us

Blow your heads with our lyrics

Let you know what suffering is

All hipA keep up with me

Let them tremble when they listen to our songs

Maybe they don't feel bad at all

Because they don't know anything about hipA

I say you are a group of big masters

Standing in the courtyard early in the morning to install hipA

I said, which one are you singing

I'm talking about you fake hipas

Don't pretend to be confused with me

You can resist playing tricks now

See the sky dangling in the street, and fly to that pestle

From time to time, the whole soup thing out a few

It's nothing. It's not enough to do something

You look so big, you son of a bitch

Five people and six people are like that

Do you all know hipA

All of our predecessors didn't discount you

Say you're in the face

Get up late one day to put up the seedlings

You son of a bitch are looking for you

Now let's play the accompaniment

Do you still want to fight with us

Blow your heads with our lyrics

Let you know what suffering is

All hipA keep up with me

Let them tremble when they listen to our songs

Maybe they don't feel bad at all

Because they don't know anything about hipA

You fake hipas, get out of here

Nothing will be so arrogant

Come in and out slowly in hipA

That seems to be your home

Do you think that girls will worry about you

And don't extend it

I can only say that you are quite incompetent

I'm not responsible for my life at all

You don't admit that you pretend to be B

Now go and dig your own grave

We are God before you

Just a few words of abuse will make you cry

Where are you still pretending to be pitiful and decadent

Do you want to find some biaos to accompany you

In fact, you can't be prepared at all

Because we're going to turn you into useless puppets