| It's me Peja motherfucker that fucking MC
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| I am opening the ceremonies, now I will tell you
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| What he feels, what I think and what he wants to rhyme
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| You cannot pretend to pose or joke here
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| It's the basic rhythm that sticks to your head
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| I am the king of the microphone and the curtains are open
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| Then I and my rhymes are exposed
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| There's no lawsuit here then I'm real
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| I love reciting, the rhythm haunts me
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| One of the plates is about to explode
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| So we rock it, we don't want to lose our ass
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| I put the rhymes together quickly and efficiently
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| He won't stay behind, don't be fucking afraid
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| Don't be afraid don't be afraid don't be afraid
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| This recitation piece is hit material
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| I'm chopped up, pretty bent
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| My street style is my tongue dogged
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| I recite a lot and put together awesome phrases
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| And since I often throw meat-bastard without offense
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| I just say so and the lyrics are screwed up
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| Sometimes at concerts, people look like baboons
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| When I rhyme I recite like a motherfucker
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| I practice poetry because I'm not an ordinary fool
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| Peja, difficult kid, everyone knows me here
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| Some people don't like me, some listen to me
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| After the first album, I will not impress you with anything
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| Now, or number two, everything is still fine
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| The new year has struck again, several months have passed
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| There are really more and more ideas in my head
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| I have severe symptoms of severe poisoning
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| Being obsessed with rhythm I keep humming something under my breath
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| Need to rhyme, need to recite
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| It blocked everything, even my summer vacation
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| Rest not now - I'll sleep in the grave
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| Although I will earn so little from playing in a band
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| Yo crazy whites I say one and two
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| Iceman fucking yeah me now
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| Rhymes not poisonous will fly whores will fly dicks
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| This is my style and I feel comfortable with it
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| Peja started but I don't want to finish yet
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| Let Rap music bring us all together
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| He would connect her and never disconnect her
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| And if somebody doesn't want to, let them fucking disconnect
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| They will shoot themselves in the head, and they will end their lives
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| United Clan and I know them too
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| I support and greet you, I don't fucking blame you
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| It was one and two and now it's three
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| These are not nightmares, nor are they dreams
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| He's a fucking Iceman and a fucking Kid
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| Slums Attack a group fighting for existence
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| S L U M S-remember it well if you don't know yet
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| Attack with two T's and finally CK
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| Death to whores posers, our motto is this
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| There are always four, four, five, and six
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| Share our great news with everyone around you
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| Hip-Hop don't stop because it's not a wreck
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| Which will sink and hit the trail
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| Seven, eight, nine, and finally ten
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| Let the news of Slums Attack spread around the world
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| We still have a third MC here
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| Who wants to say something about the Slums Attack group
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| Slum? |
| Slums Attack - what's going on here
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| I know guys when they were still young
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| They always liked to talk very hard
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| Put the muse and rhymes together
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| Peja and Iceman are two psychos
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| Lech is loved by faithful football fans
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| The motherfuckers know everyone here
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| What is it they totally don't give a fuck
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| But now I have a microphone
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| It is I who set the tone for Sin
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| I come from the Old School
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| Now I come back on stage I go out
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| And I have something else to say
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| And now I will give you a show
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| I'm not a gangster, I'm not a pener
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| Many consider it a flaw
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| But I don't give a shit
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| And I'm holding myself together
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| Nobody moves
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| And my lyrics flow from the soul
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| I like young ladies, I like to have fun
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| How many of them I had, I will not brag about
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| Because I'm Grzechu rapu ace
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| And with his text he will overwhelm you
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| I also like to drink other people, I do not refuse
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| But I am not persuading anyone to do anything
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| And so my text goes on slowly
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| But still Peja with the gun and he will pull
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| So the ending is like this
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| We are the best crate
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| We come down from the stage like red-hot embers
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| Screams of applause are the glories of glory |