Kacper x Fonos - Tommy Gun prod. Gibbs

[verse 1 - Kacper HTA]
I shot "ratatatatata" just like Tommy Gun
And "papapapapaka" even if the Lord won't let me
Like Obi-Wan, Rest in Peace, like Koby I play
I'm telling what's up, you don't have to believe me
Spreads further, before just a small group
Proper politics in rap music
Tolerates homo
Deals for follow, coins for feats
That's why on this EP are only people from my pack
We're not depending on anyone
Even if around is only black money, black money
Only to have the Armani
All the youngsters stand in the night like Batmans
Not many complain, where do you have
Where do you have cash, mami (wow)
Ghetto Music, FNS (ey)
EP's airing, fake friends are having mayday
Hater look, look, it's my payday
I'm rapping for Dopehouse
There's no drive-in here, fake (ey)

[bridge - Kacper HTA]
Tommy Gun, like Tommy Gun
Even without mafia it still smells like ganja
We play the rap music, not drunk banjo
Boy better smoke it
Before you do the backflip
Tommy Gun, like Tommy Gun
Even without mafia it still smells like ganja
We play the rap music, not drunk banjo
Boy better smoke it
Before you do the backflip

[chorus - Gibbs]
For every wound the time will come
Fate will flip one of the cards
The wind will blow, strong wind
And it'll show every flaw, hidden flaw
You'll stand up face to face, among the soundless applause
In one of the rooms you'll see yourself
Who will laugh at who
For every wound the time will come
Fate will flip one of the cards
The wind will blow, strong wind
And it'll show every flaw, hidden flaw
You'll stand up face to face, among the soundless applause
In one of the rooms you'll see yourself
Who will laugh at who

[verse 2 - GMB]
Even when walking against the wind
I'm trying to walk the right path
They expect praise,
What mystery hides the cross (stop)
On the film when fleeting moments
Are getting sucked in by the whirl
Winding trail I see, a miracle kept me on it
In the city full of weapon I feel
Like if I was chasing dreams, right, like Gall Anonymous
Everybody, officially: Fuck The Police!
There's no hay in the shoes
Tons of dry turn inti smoke
One wanted the crown, may he shed his tears alone
The king is dead, long life the king
FNS, HTA and no-one above me
With nobody's pressure nor help
It's not luck (ey) we walk this path alone
Back then they didn't believe in me, and
They must admit being wrong now
While I keep walking, they're in the fog
I'm spitting these rhymes on them
Like Tommy Gun did with cart-cases

[chorus - Gibbs]
For every wound the time will come
Fate will flip one of the cards
The wind will blow, strong wind
You'll stand face to face, among the soundless applause
In one of the rooms you'll see yourself
Who will laugh at who

[verse 3 - Felipe]
Don't try to tell me how to live and
How to cemprehend it all
I'm being alert 'cause
It' s been near the coffin sometimes
I'm not made of rubber, finally I am
Giving vent for my thoughts
I'm spitting out these words, they're flooding you
Like the gutter floods the streets
They wanted to look down at me
Look at me
You'll never see the day, like
Last dance with the devil
More like dealing a deck where the jack rules
It awakens her possesion by throwing
Stones on the rampart
The verse drops for the Dopehouse guys
Uzi flow like sushi
Vibe chokes you, raw as concrete
Two sides a token has always
This style grew up on the staircase
Since child has the armor on
They do the "click click", but
They don't do the "bang bang"
Play rhythms, seemingly dangerous
Shoot in the air wearing rainbow
We're the old school kind
For my people I stand up
The shot is fired, the shot is
Fired-fired-fired, man
You all aren't here
Cops on signals on their way
We bring the light, being here for years, it's
Lifelong flight, not temporary romance with the rap-game