When I started rapping, everyone was laughing
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They didn't believe that it would work, for the shitty rap they had
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Now look at the people who surround me today
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Faithfulness, passion they have in their hearts
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I salute all the murders I met in rap
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I have respect from them, I also gave them that
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We still have some real goods for you
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This culture is hip-hop, we fraternize in it
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From the Dark Zone it began, through Dudek, to Peja
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This cooperation unites us in strength, not divides us
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And we live in the hope that a better tomorrow will turn out
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Legally, I fry a kilo together with them
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What will happen next I'll tell you bro
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Like everyone, I want to live with dignity, have my own home
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In the studio basement, record good raps
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Have hay to give the girl flowers every day
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That's why I'm going to my goal, these are my dreams
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I do not give up, because with faith everything is possible
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I stick my middle finger in lames for them
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If necessary, I will go after you like a steamroller
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Whoever moves the family, I will fuck up, I promise
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When you litter behind my back, I will not wait with the attack |
RPS, DDK, today I'm recording with crazy people
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We were born and we will die being rappers
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Each of us started with nothing, following this path
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Each of us met people who would supposedly help
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Each of us carries rap straight from the street in our hearts
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This music is respected by the boys of the urban wilderness
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Two thousand and five I'm getting into it along with my homies from the blocks
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A year later I meet people who are ready with me
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A year later, and we publish Samo Życie in words
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A year later rap production, first solo
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Who would say then that I would write down my thoughts in a notebook
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Although I was just starting, I was struggling to make my dreams come true
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Each of us has the same, another year passes
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Word for real people I fucking play it non-stop
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What kind of hammer falls in and scrolls, ten years I wind up
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That he records that there is a cat, stands next to it and screams
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I say stop, then "see ya" because I already know these vicissitudes
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Zero in the head, what will he tell you, he fucked up the encyclopedia
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I know that smart girl, so fuck it, I'm doing my thing
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I upload the beat like each of us, and I upload moods to the beat
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Only for good guys, those who don't respect chasing |
Like all of us, I take what's mine, I'm going for my own
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Each of us has it in the head, the basis has it in the heart
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You are subject to no one, you avoid the falsehood of scoffers
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Keep moving forward to collect the baggage of experience blocks into unity
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DDK, Word For People Two, read everyday life
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I'm sure I know what I'm doing, a few years have passed
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Two thousand twelve rap thoughts, soul and body
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Absorbed a lot with his family by life
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Now check it out bro, now check it out
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From thousands of concerts, recordings, dozens of CDs and memories
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I will never forget this route from Poland to the Western Lands
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And their own clothes, label, young people listen in millions
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You can count the recipient, Polish rap convinced you
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I will omit how it used to be, because everyone knows my beginning
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This thread, every teenager quotes from memory "you will understand"
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I've reissued my story on CD, progress
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Good access to rap, thanks to us you have a new album
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I do not count the lost years, the years have done their job
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And I'm still standing on the podium dressed in rhymes like armor
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So armed with a microphone, an extraordinary kid from these lowlands |
I'm used to love, some people hate it too
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And sometimes I will have to sit, although immersed in prayer
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For homies and for family, I think about enemies for a moment
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E, I'm still strong, watch me turn up
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Because I did not run out of heart for the muse, life is a certainty
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It's a beautiful prospect to win like this day after day
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Because each of us was doing our part, here is the prince's message
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HZOP, DDK, RPS never commercial
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Although recordings are generally available, a lot of potential
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Each of us started with nothing, following this path
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Each of us met people who would supposedly help
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Each of us carries rap straight from the street in our hearts
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This music is respected by the boys of the urban wilderness |