Donatan - Jestem stąd jestem sobą

(Miuosh)
I'll break every leash from my neck, spit out every gag from my mouth
I am from here, I am myself, certain things I am sure of
I walk straight through these concrete forests
When night falls, I push through the human crowd
One step separates me from this whole world
Just one, and rarely does anyone succeed in returning
I don't want to repay their debts, live as the rest says
I will stand guard over mine as long as I feel the beating of my heart
My home is my fortress, this Earth my mother
They won't remember me, because they wanted to forget long ago
I live here with my own truth, different from the other
I'd rather leave with honor than drown in their lies
The Green Mile, a convict's walk
Blood in the eyes, locusts behind my back
The inhale exhausts me, with my hands I touch the sky
Their world gave me nothing, nothing can take away from me

(Pelson)
First lyrics on paper under the sign of Molesta
Back then, I poured my heart out, I was a blue bird
With time getting better in rap
A black sheep on the scene, it's time to freshen up, are you catching on?
I have red eyes, black sneakers
I walk on the road, trample sand castles
I don't curse fate, I don't make myself a victim
I look at the world through rose-colored glasses
A dark character on yellow papers
When change is a fact, I've proven it more than once
I heard the steps of God, life is fragile
I have a golden ratio between mind and spirit
Verses in a backpack, thousands in a notebook
Blinding with brilliance, I am the sun at its zenith
I do my thing with a microphone and an arrow
Then I play in greens, thinking about blue almond eyes

(Ero)
May nothing ever stand in my way
I see a good alignment of planets and a riot in my crew
Here I build my castle, and it's not a sand castle
Paper, ink, giving back what the urban city took from me
There are more of us here than you could expect
For the architects of words, raise your hands to the sky
Hey, I am who I need to be at the right time
Where the verses speak the truth, not the articles in the press
It's hard to present everything in its full glory
And it doesn't mean you'll be rich when you step in shit
The beat is like a canvas, the vocals like a master's brush
And maybe those are the pictures on which you will profit in the future
Someone is spouting foam off the mouth and always has a say
His opinion, I don't care about his approval
"Mister Ero" is talking about me
And even if I were drunk, I still think clearly

(Małpa)
We descended from the trees when the world was flat
Drawing pictures with chalk on the walls of caves
We lived with our brothers to take care of them
Step ahead to finally be able to call ourselves human
Tame the river, the ocean, and eventually the air
And learn to choose which paths are the best
Always wanting to give back more
Everything that brought me here in the first place
I seek respect from ancestors in the afterlife
To finally feel like I'm paying off
A debt that may not have belonged to me
Your fearless soldier grabs your sleeve
Finally you'll understand that although it's not the same
We fight in the same war, therefore we constitute a whole
Let the world catch fire, let it burn from a single spark
The end is coming, it will all be over soon.