| It started and continues today
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| Even if the media imposed a ban on rap
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| Break the barrier? |
| Why do we need such a bargain?
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| We are the streets, the media is a busty blonde flam
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| Rap raban, so they're scared of us like fire
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| For them, rap is L.U.C in silver pants
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| We play in the league of young and gifted
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| Independently barked out, ideologically free
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| The media want fast, easy, colorful, and we?
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| We have one mission - to make it smart
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| Dogs? |
| Nagon, noise and let it be
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| Because when it comes to quality, we are in the first row
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| It is an account of ignorance
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| Until you need someone who has a resource in mind
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| Kasia and Edyta are then silent like a grave
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| Both beautiful Piotrki are as dumb as a pole!
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| Look at the street, you will see our strength
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| Look - we have it without force marketing
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| I would like them to write like their PR
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| Because when I hear this scribble, I curl up with laughter
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| Pjus is on TV, it's a pity that the rapper is a curiosity
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| And not one of the best from Poland
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| Lona is gone, because they are afraid of the truth
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| Molesta or Pyskaty are too rude for them
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| They keep asking me about Islam and the Sufis
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| Take the book editor, instead of learning from the wiki
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| Hajs files if any of us like Fifty got a bullet
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| On TV there would be: «please show the scars»
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| Rapper Kasa, Filon, Liroy - it's funny, what is it?
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| Competition for a meal, I am asking who else?
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| Super prophecy, I wish neither of them
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| He doesn't know what personal humility and shame are!
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| It's not a regret, it's an account of the relationship
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| A study of prostitution by pseudo-scholars from the editorial office
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| Our strength lies in dirty cages
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| Our reward is the moment when the mother bursts with pride
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| The woman looks in the eye and says I appreciate your power
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| How you act on people and something else
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| They can hate, they can love you for your poems
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| But none of them will ever be indifferent
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| I fight - an idealist, though without a mission
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| I got the gloves of words and I smash their mouths
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| Fortunately, some of them are still thinking
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| His head is open, he has not put it in the suitcase
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| It's a passion rap, a life rap
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| And Mount Parnassus is the only mountain I want to be on top |