Mata - W kraju schabowych kotletów

Zwrotka 1
Yo, oh
Fuck this type beat J Dilla
I'd rather do some drill in techu
But they want my banknotes for beer and grilling
I'm out of breath, not listening to Szczyl anymore
In a country of pork cutlets, damn, Sensimilla is burning
The smell of grass in the underground, just got the eighth bill
Trapped at the table like some buddies addicted to chips
And alcohol
They miss my flow, it's like Maggi to broth
I gave them too much magic, I understand you, idol
Once lacked courage and turned to mephedrone
I was supposed to be named Dawid, but everything changed during birth
My nation is still bleeding, but there's a shortage of tampons
They want to kill enemies instead of helping friends
They gave their lives to God, but hate Roma people
I'm writing this in Ele Taxi and the driver says it's a commie and this commie and that commie and Uber drivers to go home
Coming back from a vacation shithole, after a week I already want to go again
Rain freezes on the windshield, who needs that for what
I use my phone and it asks me who I'm texting or who it's for
I don't know, maybe with myself on this beat, little one
You were tricked by the speed of letters, it's being clicked
Piles of hay lie on us
I bought her pink Rick Owens
For videos and beats and life arrangements
We're making matching outfits, but I used to get beaten, she had bipolar
My first joint was in elementary school during a hooky day
She gave me one, but I smoked them alone on Jamal's iPod
The whole tune was on point, yeah, and Gentleman too
Buzzing in my old Sennheiser headphones
R.I.P Chajzer's son and Kobe Bryant
I like female rappers, for now the ones in the States
I really enjoy listening to verses, come on, rewind something, Sanah

Bridge
Four years ago, I played "Paper Planes" in the back row
Today I'm signing CDs for the LOT boss' daughter
Maybe a sponsorship on tour, getting on a plane again
Straight to New York City, but first through Mokotów to Okęcie
I'm escaping troubles in my city, many temptations
I'm (somewhere between) Sogo and Luzztras
(With loads of money) welcoming strange places

Zwrotka 2
Against nuts, he bet dollars
That Warsaw would destroy me like a carnival
Walls pissed on, smeared, someone snapped from a heart attack
Life here is either a fairytale or Alibaba
On the stall smoking a pipe sits some sad woman
This is Różycki's Bazaar, aka North-Praga
My base, I've been smoking weed for twelve years, what's up
Then no more energol, and I'm writing for you
No fucking way, there was supposed to be, a fuss
I hear the noise, are you still writing that Białas? (name of another rapper)
I go out to the terrace, see the Sejm (parliament), and Kultury Pałac (Palace of Culture)
I missed culture, I have a palace from this subculture (at once)
I'm doing ten quests, feel the autumn malaise
I'm versatile, I wanted to be a girl when I was little
A few close people know it, now even those far away know too
She listens to Kaz (rapper), didn't know "Kulig 2"
This is Różycki's Bazaar, WWA Warsaw
Here is Mario Spółka z.o.o and she has it tattooed
A ten in Hit Casino roulette, I like gambling
She has an angelic number, and it's already the third base
I fell a few times here like in III Waza (a wrestling move)
But I'll open a strip club here like (?)
Rapper, fucker, trapper not necessarily
But you know who's in front when the city gets dangerous
I'm somewhere between Hustler and Zagrywki (names of clubs)
You play mini golf with students
She switches from a Mini to a Bolt on weekends (overdoes it)
When shawty is with us, I drink only Pornstars
She takes off her high heels, I take off Supras
I'm leaving the gym with Malik, did bars with Włodar (other rappers)
Should we record, the phone rings, dude, of course we're gonna record
I'd like four Oscars, but for music I want a Grammy
I'll send my granny there, something tells me "Michał, hurry up"
It's still in the back of my mind, or crackling behind my back

Zwrotka 3
We're halfway through the post, haven't eaten toast in a long time
He whispered something to the back of my head, on the middle of the bridge
He said that everything could be mine, only in the end
There won't be anything, just empty
I light a candle again, we have a candle for dad, our dad
I watched Lilo Stitch with them, still slept in a cot
Cans, peach juice and a tarp, my parents in Rimini
Raspberries from the bush at grandma's, Wini (nickname) didn't fly yet, in a white shirt like Morata (football player)
M.A.T.A., meaning Mata, I played in the second line, put up front
And then they crushed me after exhibitions
I gave my heart on a plate, my dears
You don't know shit about valves

Outro
Yo, hey, they don't know shit
I think it's time to do this just for the money
Fuck this beat switch, give me a new track, damn, we'll earn more