Kaliber 44 - Wena

Unfaithful inspiration, sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.
Though sweat descends on my forehead like a moraine,
I'm consumed by stage fright, thinking about things I shouldn't,
At this moment, I might just lose it.
It's getting hotter and the pen trembles in my hand,
The project has started and something got stuck.
And how many years have passed since it all began,
A revolution like from mono to stereo.
Different ideas bombard my imagination,
Like a meteor shower, boy, do you want more?
Well, here you go, some crave it, others scorn it,
For many years, as popular as Smok Miluś.
HIP HOP is meant to grow like a giant oak tree in front of a house,
Constantly spinning and tempting like candies.
I fix the bugs, change them like radio waves,
Notes stand in line like an honorary guard.
Try to stick your neck out and I'll wipe your nose,
You hit the nail on the head like a sickle on a stone.
If you have bad intentions, you'll face the consequences,
Listen to the voice of the heart, the sooner the better.
Because what's important is what's inside everyone,
But deep down,
A magnifying glass and an eye are not necessary here.
Molding oneself and developing,
Striving for perfection within the limits of possibilities,
Having morality and technique,
Because life is not only about attacks but also evasions.

Unfaithful inspiration, sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.
I provoke it because it's my domain,
For me, it's HIP HOP, and for me, it's the stage,
And what about you, ask yourself.
Unfaithful inspiration, sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.
I provoke it because it's my domain,
For me, it's the microphone, and for me, it's the stage,
And what about you, ask yourself, yourself, yourself.