Szpaku - Hałas feat. Deemz

I say what I think, fuck politically correct rap
Authorities have let me down, their words are business
I was a fan of this music, she raised me like a mother
I make a trap, your popstar does the branches
Who was offended? (who, who) I open my heads with baseball
Respect Tede, Włodi, Sokół, Borygo and to Płomień (whore)
I go to the element, I pay tribute to what an it deserves
As I smoked my first mustache, from the HG speakers an amnesia flavor
Taught not to talk, to fuck dogs, to make money
Tribute for unsavory actions

Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck this empty talk
All of Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let's go out on the street, it's time to do some trouble
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck this empty talk
All of Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let's go out on the street, it's time to do some trouble

When I cure a sick bumblebee, maybe I will show up one day
For now, I look like I'm flying with power
I'm not pissed off by the music, you want to piss off Disco Polo
It pisses me off when you fuck your fans, you make a dick out of yourself who knows who
(Young Tupac), all head in scabs
I've been a ghost too long to be afraid they'll kill me
Raised by a bandit, what do you want to impress me with
Rebellion is a trait of teenagers, you want to hold me accountable for words
Respect Malik, let it go abroad
Respect SB, I know who loves this music
I put away a pile of hay for my mom
And I'm not worried about anything anymore, even when the fun is over
Okay, I know, shit is overkill
But why should I apologize?
Why, why should I apologize
Okay, I know, shit is overkill
It's fucking rap, not balls licking

Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck this empty talk
All of Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let's go out on the street, it's time to do some trouble
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck this empty talk
All of Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let's go out on the street, it's time to do some trouble

You have no prospects, it's the only thing
Move forward, set a path
And I chose a clock for sixty bull's wheels
Platinum walls, I won't count enemies anymore, son
My friend confused yellow and white again (yellow and white?)
On the fourth day she flies blue with jackals
I love that crap, dirty tags in the city
And those puking slogans that the fucking dog is here
Mr. Kasta, I don't know what suck pain is
Applauds Mata, Bedi this year's king
The principle of what they have a rule only in track
I'd rather beg at the train station than trick fans
Inconvenient for this scene, I am scared of whores
They know that if I have to, I will set these caricatures on fire
I have respect for the pioneers of this culture
Who fuck the system and want to tell us something by force

Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck this empty talk
All of Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let's go out on the street, it's time to do some trouble
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck this empty talk
All of Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let's go out on the street, it's time to do some trouble