Kali (Krime) - Żywy Czy Martwy

Behind his back the breath of a cop, run Forest.
Behind the bosom of the seventeen, I crumple the handgrip.

1.
A couple of zlotys fell, a glass, blood, some screaming
for the second name I have trouble, I let the eye out of the description
there are rumors that, like a caster, I break the stack of regulations
holy truth, K K Krime, Krime - not for the puffery
right, left, sprint, right, left, towards freedom I fly cross-country
fat roll, pregnant like ballast is my nourishment, I will not give up easily
minions of the law, cops of the manhunt I hear their cries - stop or I'll shoot
bullets cannonade, as hail falls, right around the corner I disappear like a phantom
Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Cops behind me just behind me, the can is already waiting
in the lungs, needles sting like smoked kush
behind me dust, leaden frost sharp as rose thorns
head move, I say to myself or is it a guardian angel?
legs made of cotton wool as heavy as concrete shoes of a corpse
a day like a puta, and should be as beautiful as Krupa
i'm in decline, fucking squares, kira, the can
i will not stop while this song, this song plays

Ref:
Behind me, a hail of bullets and hungry cops
i don't have the strength to run anymore,death tramples on my heels not for laughs
fear and pain fuels, it feeds the demons, deuces
and for cops it's one fuck captured alive or dead

2.
Without a pardon, I shout, "on the ground is a fucking robbery!"
a butt to the neck, a sawn-off shotgun to the temple, steel not dummy
at my side I have a brother in case of accident' shotgun will feed them
hands up, style like a fan of Gang Albanii
kicks to the snout, cogs fly like a bitter tic tacs
blood stains tailcoats khaki blazers yahoo close to shit self
yes I am like that, finger like Pitbull jerking to the trigger
i'm taking a dressing case, poor fellows countdown to a hundred
one to five, two cut off, fire fly
black S-three like panther growls, drives on the run
and behind us, the Kia whisks by, winding asphalt under the wheels
go into the woods or we'll end up like Aalijah
ijo, ijo, they're going, they're going, they're holding their tail like turnips
far to the finish line we disappear behind the corner #poltergeist
i glance in the rearview, I think the jacks have let go
suddenly the glass crumbles like a jigsaw and we crash, crack!

Ref:
Behind me, a hail of bullets and hungry cops
i don't have the strength to run anymore, death tramples on my heels not in jest
fear and pain fuels, it feeds the demons of witchcraft
and for cops it's one fuck captured alive or dead

3.Most wanted know description all pig heavens
on the radio they are playing, "Skinny! Skinny!", Not moody carols.
i don't know which way to run burned lines, paths
chances decrease, probability of eagles and lechens
strength leftover but I will not fall to my knees
police probes circulate, I have drama like Shakespeare
my nerves are failing, nails are chewing like nuts
prosecutor awaits, courts, hammer falls heavy
Calm, stabilization I had already forgotten about it
Kali your narrative will drive me here for amen
with each next shot, a cold sweat freezes your back
on the head falls the ceiling, fates shitty like Cropp
commando corp, sends bullets not props
i avoid them like Neo, hardcore not Cleo
in my mind the black night, clips me like a snow
i will not let the bastards, maybe today they will not destroy me, peace out!