Gimpson - Liryczna chłosta ft. MC Sobieski

[GIMPSON]
I go on the set and I am always first there
Rate, and I put fresh lines anyway
You get it not too much? I have a discussion in my blood
And these texts of yours are made of nonsense

I often brag about the frontal discourse,
And you put the whore in if you don't know what to smoke
You got it? I was in hypnosis
I prove to people that they wade in the sewers
And they allow the leaders to be right,
They fail with my help, because I'm right
You know me? Maybe I'm not your god
But I have a place on the Pantheon

You know that I can also destroy with a poem
You don't deserve an eternal place
Understand? Your logical mistakes
I cause them on purpose by doing it methodically!

REF
I still play, I rarely fail ...
Ignite, play, when I'm crap for you ...
And it's me and you can't handle it!
That Lyrical Whipping hurt a lot!
(x2)

[MC SOBIESKI]
Want to get the beat off the shoe? They will come out on the kicks,
Because I'm pulling the string again, Garota
Lyrical flogging, hide under the bed
Because I come with a rod like Santa Claus

I only leave the smell of cordite behind
Rappers rock more than beat
I don't care for the top list, I do it for the fans
I am in shape and I shine, Golden Oozaru.

In my day, there were Safari radios
And in them Dr Alban, not Gang Albania
We have momentum, Sobieski and Gimpson,
Take it, love it, or go away!

Rich Zone, get out of the line of fire
They called from Syria, said it was a bomb!
Did you know that MCS has the best channel in Poland?
Yes. That you hit a curiosity, Boxdel.

REF
I still play, I rarely fail ...
Ignite, play, when I'm crap for you ...
And it's me and you can't handle it!
That Lyrical Whipping hurt a lot!
(x2)

[GIMPSON, VERSE 2]
Now I'm winding up here, still imposing on the stake
I'll kill you whores, you get napalm
Now yes, there are probably no arguments,
Then I'll go by emotions - what's up !?

I have drama there alone in large amounts
The Lord gave us a brain, use it.
Small, big, white, Negro - I can make you whatever I want
Small for an appetizer, large for dinner

I am right that I scold you so
You better come to the bench, catch your education,
Because now I look over there and see the action is bad
When at the start, like a miserable child

Stubbornly yes, you struggle with it yourself
And you know that in a trance, your chances are rather slim.
Because I have this plan and I always scoff, know it
And I have you on top, and it's always hard with that

REF
I still play, I rarely fail ...
Ignite, play, when I'm crap for you ...
And it's me and you can't handle it!
That Lyrical Whipping hurt a lot!
(x2)