DonGuralEsko - El Polako

I live in a police state, where there is a constant chase,
thugs grind powder, along with chcicks that eat peas (Extz)
they`ve got a bitter sweat, others drink a lot,
some live by the moment, some fight the fate,
when there is a lack of it they writhe or howl and when they are quitting they get fat,
and presumably they don`t play it save, they live somehow, however.
Some smoke and get stoned, some hit the sniffer,
and the doctors serve pavulon.
Fuck this kind of culture, like a shopping mall,
Some screw the Babilon others get the dough (close trans.)
This is a Polish casino, touch it - it will come down with avalanche. opposed to machineguns, hydro-canabinol criculates.
you can get a take-away anywhere., this system rips you off like Goldberg, though its stupid, apparently
you pay a pretty penny, you pay once, you pay twice,
you`re fool - you get caught in debt, you can`t even afford a pack of smokes.

40 milion hearts beats here,
cold country, cold flow, cold vodka
{anyway}
you know the way it goes - you live here,
cold country, cold flow, cold vadka.

This is a tale about fellows that nhibit thoe projects (blobks of flats),
some shave they heads bold, some wear dread-locks,
some inhale clouds, others hit on (alpagi)
state of equiponderance in a country where the king is naked, ha,
I keep going, I`am writing a letter like Rakim,
I throw rhymes like hooks into the basket,
like Olawujon Hakeem.
I don`t know at witch cementary is my spot,
I chew the beat, I sense the tomorow someway,
the storyline, some years back - the beginning.
do you remember. Some years back i cast the curse,
now that prohecy is coming true like Jeru,
lead your steps here
we`ve got more rhymes, than there is coke in Peru,
it`s DGE motherfucker, spell it
I`ve got it in the wallet, in a hotel hall, on the armchair,
a rhyme witht no ploy, there is not many of us, but few
you stay locked uo or go to the floor, practice the cuts

40 milion hearts beats here,
cold country, cold flow, cold vodka
{anyway}
you know the way it goes - you live here,
cold country, cold flow, cold vadka.

It`s simple, I`ve got polish beats, own rhymes,
as the DJ rules the army, Gural rules what is rough
together with my troop I will fuk up your village
before you manage to whisper: good lord
turn it up , fuck the poverty`s breath, do you want something from this bitch or do you want money?
the average earning here is four thousand (PLN)
such a pity it`s for four months.
[no, thanks]

40 milion hearts beats here,
cold country, cold flow, cold vodka
{anyway}
you know the way it goes - you live here,
cold country, cold flow, cold vadka.