Time is up, you can't back down from it anymore
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Some want to be in a gang, others like a boy
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Here and here you can fall from very high
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Here and here, you have a star internship for the show
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Here and here are the real players
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And I see that you are not from here, rather
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I'll see it in your eyes, show your face
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You say you're a player, just what are you playing?
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Your blood pressure is jumping from any shit, homie
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So neither for work, nor for the microphone
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Get off your feet because you're not from here, don't tell anyone
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Thrust home, the pastern won from these tones
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If you want to talk to me, I can't back down
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That's why I'm throwing the boy on these tracks again
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This is later played on blocks of all districts
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Saturday is not a Sunday rapper
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No way back, hip hop is in my blood
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These are not empty words, you want it, don't believe me
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Get into the street crap, get into the street game
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One step further than you want, you won't back down
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There is no chance of it, it is impossible to turn back
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Rap is the same, I must make you sad
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So think about what you really want
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Because the street and rap industry is hard work
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I remember the day I heard 'you drank your talent'
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I notice more now when I sober up
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It's time to be as fresh as a million bucks
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We are returning from departure, the hotel day elapses
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What if it wasn't for rap? |
Fuck such a world
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It's worth nothing without samples and verses
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Watch what the fucking life is going on
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Meanwhile, she thanks her happier star
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Although a great stage of rebellion is behind me long ago
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It's not for me to grow hemorrhoids at my desk
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I love risking against the whole world
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This rap will never be a quarter or part time
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Hold your breath, light a torch
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And let the divine hand protect you from me
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It's a victory march, come no foreign defeat
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In front of you as always without seat belts
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If it weren't for rap, I would probably have stolen and not met Pish
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I'd watch the fucking cell lapel from the inside
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He did not meet Włodek, he did not blow up any fan
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And he ended up in exile, twisting the wall units
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Were it not for rap and brotherhood with the stage
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You wouldn't know the meaning of the word powerlessness, sucker
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If not for the rap and persistence in these recordings
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I'd stick out somewhere in the shadows and get nothing in return
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Today, I do not hesitate to order a retreat
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And I don't listen to all those pseudo-cats gibberish
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I hit the stage and I'm still ready
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To drain this urn of your ashes straight into the toilet
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If it wasn't for us, I will keep repeating it
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It's not how you fucking imagine it all
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We carry the truth, what ground the lamers
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I met a boy here and I am filled with gratitude |